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periodical. I went to her home (his) and had a most pleasnat time. We just sat around talking. Nevertheless, I couldn't wait to go back the following week . . . all these years, and finally, someone to talk to!

I returned to my new friend's home the following Saturday evening. I wore a blue dress, black heels and felt fully feminine. Unfortunately, my excitement at being in skirts with others sym- pathetic, led me to drink more than I should have. After becoming what I'm sure was a bore, and a burden, to my host, I drove home. It was about 1:30 in the morning, and alas - what we all fear most - I was stopped by the highway patrol! I was terrified! First I thought I would play the part of the repenting lady driver, but I knew that wouldn't work - the minute he looked at my license. I produced the license, along with a letter I made up, on Universi- ty of Minnesota Hospital stationery, with a forced, make-believe doctor's signature. The letter stated that I was undergoing treat- ment to have my sex changed. This was all a fabrication, but it seemed to work at any rate, he seemed sympathetic. Never- theless, I had to go "downtown" and take breathilizer tests, walk on a straight line, etc. While I was going through all of this, I re- tained my femininity, and a strange, exciting sensation came over me I was actually enjoying my ordeal! My heart almost burst with excitement when I overheard the jailers discussing whether I should be with the men or women prisoners! Finally they took my panty hose and my purse away, and put me in my own cell. Fortunately, they let me go home after a few hours, on my own recognizance. And luckily for me, after spending much money on fines, etc., the only persons to find out about my "secret," were my lawyer and the judge.

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My wife came home from her tour a month later, convinced I had nothing more than a driving while intoxicated charge. I grew quite angry with myself after the incident, and swore off dresses, etc. I let my legs grow back their hair, etc.

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But, alas, to no avail here I am, my wife gone on another

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