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PART TWO |
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STEPING OUT |
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In my teanage years I was dressing up as often as I could, getting my underwear from my sister and finding outfits that was put away for the season. I had to wear winter clothes in the summertime but that did not bother me . My room was in the attic and that where we kept the clothes so it was easy to get them. I would dress almost every day, some of my favorite items were some smimsuits that belong to an older relative they were the Mallot style and they felt so good on me . But also I started to feel that there was something wrong with me. Since I could not tell anyone about what I was doing I got all my Info from TV and some of the early TV talk shows . When they did do a story about crossdressing they always made it apear at best that there was something wrong with the person, or at worse they were perverted. Also they never show Hedro. men they were always gay. So now I also thought that I was gay. For years I could not find anything or anyone to help me, because I felt I was doing somethihg wrong but I love it so and did not want to stop. |
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Then when I was about 20 years old I saw a story in the Village Voice a New York underground newspaper that told of a store for men who like to wear woman clothes. But what made me want to go there was that they said that most of the men buying there was stright. It was in midtown Manhatin on the west side so it was easy to get to . I went down there on a Sat, morning I found the place and then spend the next two hours try to get up the nerve to go in. I finally press the doorbell expecting to get buzzed in when a voice came accross a speaker and said yes. I was so scare I did not know what to say when the voice came back and said are you looking for the crossdressing store I said yes And then he buzz me in. As I walk up the stairs that same voice said "I wonder how long it would take you to come in I saw you pass by about ten times come on in I don't bite'. Thats when I heard another voice said "not much" it made me smile. When I got to the top I was met by a rather short man at lease he wes shorter then me, and a little overweight he handed me a glass of Champane and welcome me to his store. His name was Lee and he ran Lee's Mardi-gras Boutique. He show me around the store and told me where everything was. I started to look around sipping on the champane when he came over with the bottle and ask if I need a refill . I said yes and ask him if its true that most of your customers are hedro he said yes and told that dressing up is something that is done by many men and that I should not to be embarrass I left there with my first Wig some panties my own bra and books on the subject, and when I went to check out he gave me a pair of clip on ear rings . I went back there as often as I could and I now felt a lot better about myself |
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My First Marriage |
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In 1975 I married my first wife , Let Just say that it was a mistake. Our Divorce hat nothing to do with my dressing but with her wanting more then one man. But during that time I started to look more into the reasons that I wanted to dress up, it was still hard to find things about what we now call Transgender, most of what I found was more clinical then I wanted. But the one thing I did find out is that I was not alone and that it was something that I should look into more. Socially it was still lump in as a part of the homosexul lifestyle but more talk shows was talking about it,You Know "Men in dresses and the woman who love themI 'was trying to tell my wife about it but she had her own thing she wanted to see me dress as a baby instead. I figure I would do that for her and then she would let me do my thing . It was fun dressing up for her as a baby she took some pictures and told me they were just for fun. But the next time I ask her about me wanting to dress up as a woman she got all huffey about it, she put some Makeup on me but she went out of her way to make me look like a tramp so I never try that again with her, and I never saw those pictures again . Less then a year latter we separated and when she call me up on Christmas and Said " Merry Christmas I want a Divorce " I knew that she had this planed.I did not give her one because she wanted me to pay for it . In New York a divorce is given if the Man and Woman has no contact for Seven years . Since I was not seeing anyone I made her wait. Our Divorce became finale in 1986 |
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END OF PART TWO |
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TO BE CONTINUED |
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Bio Page one |
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Bio Page three |
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