TRUE STORY

THE BITTER & THE SWEET OF TV

Vikki-ILL

I just received my first issue of Transvestia and was thoroughly pleased with its entire contents. I have a true story about myself to relate which may be of some interest.

To the best of my recollection, my TVism began 25 years ago at the age of 11 when I was attracted to women's clothes, particularly high heels. At the time and for the next several years, I had no idea what a TV was, had never heard of the term, and really had no second thoughts about my desire to don feminine attire. All through high school I never dated a girl but was content to go around the house (we lived on a farm) wearing high heels, day or night. My mother knew of my desire for these things and I could wear them in front of her but dared not let my father catch me.

After high school I enlisted in the armed forces but never men- tioned on my enlistment that I wore women's clothes. I never gave it any thought as there was no question asked that was directly worded this way. Well, anyway, I completed one hitch and re-enlisted for another. It was during the second year of my re-enlistment that it happened. I had been married for about three years and had told my wife after marriage about my desires and she didn't seem to mind. Anyway, the service job required reporting for work around 4 a.m. Being married I could live off-base within the local city.

For several mornings I put on complete female clothing, less make- up, in order to make a few public stops on my way to work. I would go into one of the 24-hour laundromats to make change or stop and get the morning paper from the machines on the street corner. Well, everything went all right for about a week. Then I got real brave and went into the downtown area. There I was right in the middle of the business district, all alone at 4:30 a.m., strutting along the street in sweater, scarf, skirt, and four-inch spike heels. I had stopped to ob- serve a window display when a local police car stopped for a traffic

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