BIRTH OF LINDA

HISTORY

Linda TX-21-B

It was a warm November day in Phoenix as I sat eagerly filling out my Tri-Sigma application. I wasn't aware at the time that this act was about to make a drastic change in the life of my girl within. I filled in the appropriate blanks and boxes, Age: 25, Religion: Protestant, Education: Post Doctoral, level of dressing: at home, alone, wife: F, goals: 1, 2, 3, 4, Femme name: . . . . . . That stumped me. I had never given it any thought. I had never told anyone of my dressing, never been out in public dressed, I had never needed a girl's name before. The feminine variations of my own name were unappealing to me; then my eyes fell upon another letter I had received the same day. It was signed Linda, so without much more thought I filled that name into the blank and mailed the application. I felt somewhat elated by finally reaching the point where I was joining a national sorority of women like myself, but little did I realize that before I received a card welcoming me into the sorority, that part of the information concerning me would drastically change.

I was alone at home that evening with my wife away visiting relatives, so I dug out my secreted wardrobe and dresses. It had only been a few months earlier that I had discovered Chevalier Publi- cations and at last found out that there were others like me. It was the crowning point of over fifteen years of research through endless sources which always proved unfruitful. I looked into the mirror to admire my girl within and my level of elation took a sudden crash. There stood a hairy 6'3" man wearing out of style ill fitting women's clothes, poorly made up with shades which did not even come close to my natural skin color and a fright wig that no self respecting clown would be caught dead in. I looked more like a Bozo than a Linda.

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