and did not understand anything. And there were many evenings, when we talked together and I tried to explain. I often noticed that I do not know everything from me and I must learn a lot. And sometimes my girlfriend could not understand me al- though she had the desire to un- derstand. For me it is important to know other people, who have the same problems like me and will talk about this together. Now I am searching since a year, did write to many different peo- ple, who seems to know more about my dressing, but until today you are the only person which did answer to me. So I think there is no help group and organization like Second Self here in Germany. In my head are running many different ideas to try to build a similar group and fight a little bit for the rights and position of crossdressers in socie- ty. But now today I am still alone and all is very confused

and there is a lot of problems for me to solve. There are my par- ents who would never under- stand me and I am to young to say much to them, because they know more about life than me. There is the fear to wear wo- man's clothes because I am very dependent of the public opinion, if they do laugh about me that makes me feeling bad. Maybe I can save enough money that I will make a trip to USA to look and to speak with people. But this is all in the future. I was very happy to read the book you sent me. I don't know if you know other sisters in Germany but perhaps it will be possible to contact someone here in Germany (She has Editor) My postman was very laughing when he gave me your letter because my address was a little bit wrong and funny. So I am going to close this letter with the hope that all things will be good one day. Sybille (Germany)

USE ZIP CODE

.....in all correspondence!!!!!!!!

CAUGHT...

and dressing table. Came home with a great new black pleated skirt that could take a bit of petticoat (my obsession), a

orange high neck bulky sweater, some half-heels with the world's tiniest spikes, swingy long link- gold necklace, new makeup to try all those things.

I started from fresh under the shower powder-dusted, put on my favorite perky bra, did tricks to get my most favored hairfall, actually wore for the first time, applied and VERY blue-eyed, blinky eyelashes, creamed, did my foundation and, if I say so myself, did an ab- solute Tintoretto with my lips and cheeks. I Windsonged, my special perfume and at last got into my new sweater and skirt and half-heels. I tried another chain around my loose-sweatered waist and while redundant to my necklace, it still went nicely. I was about to have a brief in- terim of fatuous self-approval in the mirror when there was a knock on the door, I ignored it.

The knock waited politely, but then knocked again. I ig- nored it again. It waited polite- ly, but then with the sureness of doom, knocked again again — and again!

―

and

If it WAS someone I knew, they would recognize me within less than five minutes, and that wouldn't be proper. If it wasn't someone I knew, to the eternal fires with them! I called through the door, but no answer. Soooo.

my

Desperately, I sniggled off sweater, folded it away hung up my skirt and slip, drawered my bra, hung my costume jewelry with all the rest on the hook, rolled off my hose, parked my shoes with

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