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female clothing at that early age. but never dared. Finally, when I was 13 I borrowed one of mother's slips and tried it on I was hooked. In my senior year in high school I purchased my own lingerie. After graduating from the University of Houston, I went into the service but just before leaving I found myself in a book store in Houston. I purchased a book on transsexuals and discovered an address in the book for heterosexual Tvs. Unfortunately, I waited until I was shipped overseas but even- tually heard from a Sally in Houston. We wrote many times and she invited me to many parties. However, I never got around to attending any of the activities but finally, after another four years, I decided to write Sally and go to one of the meetings. But before I could go, I was transferred from Houston to Ro- chester, N.Y. I lived with my patents after that and my Tv activities came to a halt. Now that I am living by myself I find that the urge to crossdress is very strong and I have spent untold amounts of money expanding my wardrobe. I must admit that I have all the latest styles of clothing in my closet as well as lingerie.

Well, the old urge to meet others is again knocking on the door but much louder this time. This is how you might be able to help me. I have tried to contact Sally at her last known ad- dress but have not heard from her. I desperately need to meet other Tvs. So far no other living person has seen me dressed and I have no idea if I could pass in public. Could I be screened for membership in Tri-Sigma? I would like to meet others

like myself. Kay (Pittsford, N.Y.)

Dear Carol: I'm not sure how to go about this, as it has been one of my closest guarded secrets for some time. I am now and have been for some time, a transvestite. I don't know when I started wearing women's clothes. I remember snitching my mother's lingerie when I was home alone. I enjoyed being femi- nine and would get up late at night, when everyone else was sleeping, and go to my secret treasure, get dressed, stroke the silky material, look at myself in the mirror and wish that I could be a pretty girl. This scared the heck out of me since this type of behavior was frowned at in my family. But I continued in these activities for the next several years, when my mother caught me. I still dressed at times thereafter and several years I met this girl and was rather taken by her. We had been going out for some time when, one evening, she began telling me

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