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Since the implementation of the Cover Girl story in issue No. 101 of Transvestia, I have read each story with a great deal of interest. Most cross- dressers that I have talked to or read about trace their inter- est in being feminine back to either childhood or their early teens. I have found that after comparing my life to all those which I had read about, I was prompted to write my story so that maybe in some small way others may benefit from the unusual experiences that I am about to reveal.

It all began at about 06:45 A.M., March 7, 1938 in central Louisiana. If you are into as- trology, run a natal chart and progression on that date. time and location and you can guess my fate for it was truly written in the stars. I was destined to become a rather unusual indi- vidual according to the sooth- sayers.

I was raised on a dairy farm on the edge of a small town. My grandparents on my mother's side owned the farm and my father was an auto mechanic. I had a half-sister who was five years older than the result of my father's first marriage. In addition there were two younger brothers as well as a younger sister to con- tend with. We were not allowed to venture very far from our home so childhood friends were practically non-existent.

The very early memories of my childhood were to include those which pertained to the second world war. Especially those activities related to avia- tion since that subject was like a second language around our home. That was because my Dad had recently gained em- ployment in the manufacture of airplane engines.

Very early in my child- hood I became aware of the fact that my immediate younger brother was the favored one and I received the whippings for all