RANSVESTIA

Now the kids are even older. But they no longer want to waste their short summer vacation, not even one week at grandma's. My brother never has those moments alone. I am forced into seclusion.

Then one day he is reading Playboy. There is a letter to the editor. A GG writes in saying her boyfriend enjoys wearing feminine attire. She wonders if there is something wrong with him. Playboy answers. Don't worry about your boyfriend. He is what is known as a Trans- vestite. If you would like to set your mind at ease send a letter to this address for information: and the address was for Chevalier Publi- cations.

Well, immediately my brother sent a letter to that address. The enjoyment for me was out of this world. Virginia gave me help in finding a member within my state. Communication was started and I had the opportunity to spend two or three hours with the member's brother. It was the first time in my life that I had complete outfits. The whole gamut. Panties, slip, bra, shoes, dresses, girdle, nightie, etc. But alas, this came to an end. My brother had to get back to his world. He was fearful of someone discovering my clothes with him so he left them with my sorority sister. That was last June. Since that time I have had one weekend out of town in a motel room. Clothes con- sisting of a house coat, pantyhose, panties and slip. I couldn't raise my sorority sister to answer correspondence. I was hoping to have another day of exhilaration with her in her distant town. She didn't answer any letters. But all of a sudden a package arrived for me at the Post Office. It was all my clothes. Now they are hidden in the basement of his office. Once in awhile he goes down there just so I can fondle them. Right now I am trying to make arrangements to meet with some gals from Chicago. I have joined the Chi group of Tri- Sigma as an associate member.

All of this must seem strange to many of you. But I am sure it is real to many others. The closet vanety. Brothers involved with business, politics, recreation and everything else of the real world. The real world knows nothing of us. Not an inkling. We are too masculine. We are too straight. We are too much in.

No way could I pass in public. I am 6'3" and weigh 245 pounds and wear a size 14 shoe. It makes no difference that I can wear a size 24 dress. Or a ladies size 13 (with nylons) shoe. My brother's beard is not heavy. He is just too big. Not fat or overweight. Just too big.