Dear Editor

Dear Virginia:

My name is Joan and I am a TV. I have just finished reading your book, The Transvestite and His Wife. The book is the best that I have read on the subject and I say this with all honesty and I would like to thank you. I felt upon reading it that some of the chapters were from my own life and I am quite sure that many other TVs felt the same

way.

I would like to say that in Joan's life both parents were honest, hard-working people, and in no ways was there any influence on either parent's part that could cause Joan to love nice feminine things even at a very early age according to some of the stories that my mother later told me after I told her about myself.

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The urge, as they call it, really got me when I was going to public school. I would fake sickness so I could stay home. I would do this when both parents were working day shift. At this time I was still short and stocky and so was my mother so I could borrow her clothes with no trouble. After these sessions I would be ashamed of myself and vow never to do it again.

Upon reaching high school age, my troubles really started. I had grown to 5'1" and weighed 215 pounds, not fat but like a lineman for the Green Bay Packers. The urge was still there, clothes were harder to get so a part-time job after school helped me buy some of the things I needed. I don't know how many times I would put all my things into a burlap sack with a big rock in it and throw it in the river. I would say to myself, "No more dressing, you are a young man

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