RANSVESTIA

I Am A

Cross-

dresser

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R.W.

If you can't beat 'em, then join 'em that's my philosophy! I am deeply convinced that this is a world of, by, and for, wo- men. It's so much easier to be a woman, and to act feminine, than it is to be a man and battle against the elements!

Outwardly and physically I am a male. It is only deep within my mind that I have the haunting desire to be like a female, to dress like one, to act like one, and to avoid the day to day tensions and conflicts that confront men.

It began, perhaps, when I was a small boy of four or five, some twenty eight years ago. Then, I would emulate my mother by donning her silky satin slips and placing my tiny bare feet into her high heel shoes. I would use her lipstick on my mouth and use her face powder and perfume and prance about our house like a glamore girl! When I was older, I had a sister's wardrobe to choose from. The wonderful, exhilerating feeling of a bra, girdle, and the pull of garter snaps against silky smooth nylons on my legs is a difficult feeling to describe except to say it was most comfortable and relaxing.

My desire to wear beautiful, smooth, silky, fluffy, light female clothes was further heightened by two pretty girl in my neighborhood. They often invited me to play with them in their child-size doll house. There, they showed me all the delights of being a girl and even helped me to dress as one. I really en- joyed their dressing me up as a little girl.

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