RANSVESTIA

My shame was so great that I could not even tell Mama the reason I no longer wore my "favorite clothes" at her house during my visits. I simply could not bear the thought of anyone seeing me in girl's clo- thing.

Nonetheless, I continued to wear my mother's panties under my regular boy clothes whenever possible. I would take them from her dresser drawers and return them to the dirty clothes hamper at the of the day.

I confined my dressing to the panties all the way through high school and was never caught again.

I entered college, Georgia Tech, which is located in my hometown of Atlanta, Georgia, in 1958. A part-time job paid the entire tuition cost for my five years at Tech, and provided enough to purchase a car of my own, pay for fairly frequent weekend dates and buy my own femme-undergarments.

Both Mother and Father worked and, due to class schedules, I usually had a few hours alone before reporting to my own job. During one such time, I impulsively decided to go "all the way" just to see what I really looked like completely dressed as a girl.

I put on my own underwear and pilfered the rest from Mother's closet. Nylons, dress, bra-they all fitted me! I even applied makeup (very inexpertly, I'm afraid) and tied a scarf around my head. I was trembling with excitement by the time I had finished dressing. I was totally hooked!

Fear of being caught kept me from going out in public, but I dressed completely at home alone whenever I could squeeze in the time.

I dated one particular girl, now my wife for the past 15 years, very steadily during my last three years at Tech. We decided to get married and I felt morally compelled to tell her of my desires before the ceremony. To blunt the force of the shock I knew was coming, I told her only that I enjoyed wearing feminine undergarments.

She was indeed shocked, but didn't call off the wedding. We discussed the situation at length and she finally decided that perhaps

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