RANSVESTIA

I have never told anything about John's life or when he first became aware that he was a femmephile. I love this term much better than transvestite, as it does not have any of the vulgar connotations of transvestite. So I think that it should be used to denote a heterosexual TV.

Well, enough digression, so like we ladies though isn't it. Now back to John. He is 39 years old, 5'11" tall and weighs 175 pounds. Not exactly a petite woman. He is married, has no children and earns his living, and mine, as a C.P.A. John first wore female clothing when he was about 12 years old. He came home from school early one day and found no one home. For some reason, he went into his sister's bedroom (she is 2 years older) and opened her dresser and looked at and fond- led her clothes. Soon he had stripped naked and dressed himself com- pletely in her clothes. He found the feeling exquisite and delightful. The whole thing lasted about a half hour. Soon he was wearing her clothes every chance he got. One day while looking in the attic for something, he came across a brown satin slip, which he immediately put on. It fit him perfectly! He wore it many times; even under his regular clothes, until he outgrew it.

He knew then that he was destined to wear dresses the rest of his life and knew that he would do so. Today, he would rather buy ladies' clothing than even the necessary men's.

Through reading books and magazines he became aware that there were others like him who loved wearing lingerie and dresses, but he did not have the means or know how to meet them.

During college he was unable to dress up and had to hold me in check, not an easy thing.

Once out of college and working, the second thing he did (the first thing was to find a place to live) was to buy me an outfit. At that time he did most of his buying through the mail order houses, principally Sears and Lane Bryant. Today he goes freely into any women's shop he wants to and buys what he wants in sizes to fit me.

When he married Jean, he disposed of my wardrobe and shut me away in the back of his mind. This period of confinement lasted eight long years. It came to an abrupt end one day in 1973 when he read an ad in an underground newspaper offering black satin maid's uniforms for sale to men, as well as other women's clothing. He went to the ad-

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