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written and behavioural tests, made to draw pictures, report his dreams, freely associate on the analytical couch and so on. But none of them seemed to get anywhere. Finally he decided on behaviour modification through aversion therapy and made the boy stand barefooted on a metal plate while he was wearing pink glasses and then applied electricity to the plate. It kind of bothered the boy at first but he came to look forward to the sessions because it fave hime a chance to wear his pink glasses in the presence of the nurses who were of course wearing theirs. He knew that he was one of them for the moment because he could see the world exactly as they did and he could thereby share their experience of being girls and women. It was all very thrilling, satisfying and fascinating and it didn't cure him at all.

After a time he found that the doctor was much happier and smiled a lot when he gave certain responses, picked out green toys rather than yellow ones and drew pictures of boys wearing blue glasses, etc. So he did this a lot and the doctor was so impressed that the told the parents that the boy was "cured" that he need not come any more. So that night the father expressed great satisfaction that his son had finally come to his senses and was straightened out. He concluded by saying... "and don't let me ever catch you wearing pink glasses again!". You can be sure that the boy took his fathers admonition literally and his father never did catch him again because he took great pains to avoid being caught. But the doctor had been wrong. He was not even close to being "cured" but he was a lot smarter about the ways of the adult world. He continued to take every safe opportunity to wear his sisters or his mothers pink glasses and to escape by this means from the constraints of the blue and green masculine world into the golden world of femininity. You see he had become a confirmed femmiphile-a lover of the feminine world. The psychiatrist would never have understood that.

When he was older, had a job and some spending money of his own, he went to the Salvation Army Thrift Store one day and on the pretext of going to a masquerade party, bought a pair of old pink glasses for himself. They weren't to his prescription and they were too large for him but what matter. They were pink and he could see the the daisies with them. He used to wear them secretly in his room until one day he got brave enough to wear them out in the street. Everybody accepted him as a girl because after all he was wearing their uniform-pink glasses. It was a beautiful world now because he

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