RANSVESTIA

TRAN

Halloween was a perfect time to introduce her to my wife. Much to my dismay she didn't like. She wondered if there was something wrong with me—if I was queer. I was crushed, but I allowed Merrilee to appear several times after that, at parties, and on occasions when it was appropriate. Our friends loved her, but my wife sulked.

So Merrilee disappeared again. Soon, however, my job required a fair amount of travelling and Merrilee went with me. For fifteen years she and I have travelled all over the USA and even into Canada. She grows more beautiful as the years go by and I have a special lock on my car trunk so that she will not be discovered.

Now I am at the point where I feel like throwing everything over and letting Merrilee be around always. I am desolated. I have two beautiful children, a devoted wife, and yet, my every thought is of Merrilee. I want to leave them.

Tonight I am on one of my frequent trips to New York. True to form I came a day early and I have spent the day shopping. I bought a new dress, nylons and panties. Tonight I am wearing them. Under- neath, of course, I am a girl from the skin out. My all-in-one girdle shapes me like I was made that way. I have a provocative bust and my panties are a sexy black. My wig is salt and pepper as befits my age, and it is styled with weeping bangs. My make up is artfully and tastefully done and I have just left a maid wondering where the huge girl came from. I am 6'3". She really looked me over as I walked down the hall.

What shall I do? Right now I feel as if I am living. Reading Trans- vestia has made me realize that it is possible to live as we are, and, that rid of a disapproving wife, I might also enjoy Merrilee more often.

What will I do? I can't give up my precious clothes. Those odd moments when the real me can come out. I can't give up my family. I'm a mess because I am unwilling to go on as I am. Transvestia is wonderful. You're a dear. I hope it works out so I can fight the fight with you.

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