smoke and spotted a pair of old nylon stockings belonging to Angie together with a tiny garter belt. For some reason they turned me on and I just had to try them on. That first esperi- ence was 'out of this world' - everything fitted so snug and the feeling was so sexy.

The next time I felt that way, I found a pair of Angie's shoes and, surprise, they fitted exactly. They were white, open toed, sling-back, high heeled shoes and together with the stockings, garter belt, etc the feeling was even more out- rageous. When I eventually told Angie she wanted to know more about my feelings and did not reject me. In fact she be- came involved with my crossdressing. As I realized that most of Angie's clothing fitted me I wanted to go further and dis- covered the lovely, beautiful world of transvestism.

I couldn't believe the comfort of the feeling that comes from wearing women's clothing and there came one day that I went 'whole hog'. I dressed completely from head to toe as a girl and WENDY was born. I felt so happy and discovered that I had another identity, not to other people, but to myself. It was uncanny so comfortable and relaxing.

The top of the icing on the cake came when I decided to go out and mix with the public. Angie couldn't understand but helped me all the way. With a shortie black fur coat and black shoes and gloves, I hit the town at a local seaside resort. I felt terrific and not one single person guessed my true identity as I mixed with the crowds in the street, did my siiare of window shopping, and walked along the beach. I daringly went into a restaurant for tea and cakes with Angie doing the talking and I even went to the ladies restroom.

Since then, my life has been one long, lasting excitement and even now, I usual change into female clothing when I get home from being out in the working world. I have worked in the garden, dressed in my bright green summer dress. Here I am, carrying on here without thinking of you. I hope that this is not boring you. I had hoped to have written this letter before this weelend because I am going to become a woman again over this holiday weekend. Angie is going to take photographs of me.

I go even further now. I couldn't stand fiddling with false fingernails so now I let them grow untrimmed for a couple of weeks as I have done lately. This can make you cringe at first, but it soon becomes natural to pick something up even with the long nails. I varnish them and they are my own. Sometime

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