thanked them. I also went dress- ed at Holloween and it was just so happened that I had an ap- pointment with our psychologist. It was on the same day so since I was dressed up as Gwendolyn, I went. Nobody knew who I was nor did they recognize me. I told the receptionist I was here to see the doctor. She said she couldn't find my name in the appoint- ment book until I told her who I was since I knew her personally She was surprized and with a smile on her face told the doctor I was here. When the doctor came out, I said in my feminine voice, "I'm sorry I was late, I was stuck in traffic". He couldn't be- lieve his eyes and said I really look beautiful. I blushed again and thanked him. Well outside the doctor's office, I waited for the elevator, a man stood next to me and started talking to me. I wasn't nervous and answered him back (in my feminine voice of course) and he kindly allowed me to enter the elevator first. After the elevator reached the ground floor he let me exit first. I thanked him and went on my way. I thought to myself, so this is what being a woman feels like in society, I felt good all over. Since my Mother-in-law sells Avon, I can get anything I want in cosmetics. She understands my crossdressing to a certain de- gree and gave me a make up kit as a gift. Well that about sums it up for now and thanks for listen- ing to me. I want so badly to meet my sisters that feel the same way I do.

REFLECTIONS

I am the mirror, full length, on your wall. Am I mere silvered glass? My dear! Not at all. For here, deep within, your femme self resides, Your fantasy girlfriend, your sister, your bride.

I know that you love it in out private world, Where you surrender to the half that's a girl. You pose so demurely as you model each dress, While satiny clothes hug your bottom and

You thrill so, my darling, to a delicate slip, It's fabric whispering as it glides o'er your hips. With high heels clicking, red lips in a pout, Lost in deep rapture, you mince daintily about.

I tell you you're lovely, so tender and sweet, The essence of womanhood from head to feet. You come to me, then, dear, and give me a kiss, The girl that I show you then shares in your bliss.

We smile, together, when you take off your dress As you lower your straps and begin to carress. The soft deep white cleavage undressing reveals. My, don't padded bras make a girl's bust real? It's not long until you're out of your slip You wiggle sexily as it moves past your hip. You step out of it, daintily, and pose to reveal, A shape to cause jealousy in those who are real.

Bra, panties, corset, sheer nylons, high heels. You always stop here, but I know how you feel. Even though you're feminine and look so real, The illusion's destroyed if the boyself's revealed.

Come out, come out, wherever you are and join Tri-Ess Sorority.

KIMBERLY ANNE

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