RANSVESTIA

Dear Virginia:

I wish to thank you for mailing me your book The Transvestite and His Wife, after three hours the book is great.

I am proud to say, that for 30 years I have been a transvestite, and have never had any mental reservations about my dual life, except that there was no one I could ever confide in. It was like being in solitary confinement, until by fate, I came across Chevalier Publica- tions and the work you are doing and have done for me and those like

me.

To give you an outline of my life, will probably relieve a lot of pressure held within me. As you will be the first I have ever discussed this with, it will be easy for you to understand.

My family never did, nor does it now, know of Vicky. Mainly because I don't believe they would, together, try to understand. My father was in law enforcement for 27 years and everything is absolute. There was no way to do things but his way- yes, I love my father for what he gave me—a home and all other things that are so essential to a good home and a strict Irish Catholic upbringing.

My first experience dressing up was when I was in the fourth grade. As my mother was a school teacher, I arrived home one and one-half hours before her. At first I would wear her panties and slips and her shoes then I became more daring.

As my cousin lived next door, I would go over and go into the cellar, where the old, outgrown clothes were stored in an old trunk. In time I would take two or three pieces a week and hid them in our attic, to wear on various occasions. This went on for four years, until it came time for high school.

At this stage in my life, my father decided that I should go to a Catholic school run by the Brothers. This tended to make things un- comfortable for me as I could not bring Vicky to life—which meant so much to me--when Vicky became a reality, the problems I had seemed to vanish, if only for an hour. Upon graduation, I went into the Navy and served two years.

During this period of time, Vicky entered limbo, as I was living on a

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