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from a nearby town I could speak about that but I mistakenly referred to his college being in the wrong town. This tipped him off to the fact that there was something wrong and he figured out my disguise so he knew of my ability to dress and pass.

Sometime later there was a newspaper article about a person that I knew who was in the process of a sex change and who had been picked up by the police while dressed. There was an editorial about it and some letters sent into the newspapers. One of those who came to her support was this same minister and this told me that he was sympathetic to the whole matter. So later on I made an appointment with him, and my wife and I went to see him and I spilled out the whole story of my dressing habit. I don't recall at this time why I bothered to do this nor his response to it. I only mention this in view of what happened later.

The church maintained a campground in the mountains about 100 miles from Los Angeles and one weekend my wife, my son (by the first wife) who was staying with me for the weekend and myself decided to go camping there. We had just gotten ourselves well settled with tent, sleeping bag and all when this minister-I'll call him Lynn-drove into the adjoining space bringing his son with him. The two boys being about the same age soon hit it off and were out exploring, leaving we three adults together. After a little conversation Lynn came to the point. He had a confession that he wanted to make to me he said. At which point he proceeded to tell me that he too was a cross dresser and apologized for not admitting it the time I came to see him. So this was the beginning of a new friendship

Now let's go back to the early fifties and trace the development of the magazine, Transvestia. Earlier I have told how I met Louise in Berkeley and through her and by mail several other TVs, both in the Bay Area and in Southern California. Naturally, when I moved back to Southern California I looked them up. One of them was on welfare and lived in a ratty little place in Long Beach. It became kind of a mecca for all the TVs who knew about it and whenever we could get away we would all show up at Johnny's place to dress, talk and "live it up." This was a broadening experience for me because for the first time in my life I was able to be dressed and in the company of other dressed up male persons where we could just all be girls together, talking or having a bite that somebody went out for. No sex, no orgy, no parading around out in the world, but it was fulfilling in a strange

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