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Until that time I had been
completely and tightly closetted.  Despite the fact that
crossdressing or at least thoughts of it had dominated my sexuality
since before puberty, only my wife of 11 years had any inkling of my
desires.  Even she had to wait until a year after we were married
before I shared even a part of my true nature.  At the time,
although she appeared tolerant, I assumed she couldn’t “enjoy” my
transvestism so even after she went so far as to purchase severals
lovely “gifts” for me, I kept my dreams and fantasies to myself.
Whether it was fear or embarassment, to this day I don’t know why I
remained so defensive and thus refrained from any activity other
than furtively collecting TV fiction whenever I got the chance.
Little did I know all that was about to change.  After several weeks
of “lurking” on Compuserve, afraid to even speak, I finally worked
up the nerve, chose my new name, and made myself known to those who
would soon become my friends and “sisters”.  I was made immediately
welcome and delighted in the openess and warmth of all who shared my
up-till-then secret love of all things feminine.  I think “died and
gone to heaven” is the appropriate phrase.

Being the compulsive character I am, I made myself a home and
spent hours making new friends and trying to learn as much as I
could from the DL library and the experiences of others.  I enjoyed,
at least vicariously, the many adventures of my sisters while
dressed as I had longed to be for so many years.  In short order,
one of my friends mentioned the possibility of meeting face-to-face
as I had explained business sometimes took me thru her hometown.  I
was both fascinated and fearful, but after a week of weighing the
pro’s and con’s, I decided to do it.  Just before leaving on trip,
another friend expressed the same interest.  Why not?  This would be
a trip worth remembering.  Having been faithful to my spouse
throughout our marriage (and heterosexual as far as I could tell)
it was understood the meetings would be asexual.  It happened that
the second friend would be the first for geographical reasons and so
on a Sunday afternoon in May I found myself driving thru
Pennsylvania heading towards a rendezvous I wouldn’t have imagined
only a few weeks earlier.  We had arranged to meet at a roadside
restaurant near their mountain cottage.  I called as I approached
the area and happily learned we would be joined by “her” wife and
small son.

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