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| Unfortunately, the secret didn't stay mine for too long! Yes, I got caught. One very eventful day , there I was about the age of 13, in the den watching television and cut off from any escape route! I was wearing a blue dress and a white collar and cuffs, beige stockings, a satin paneled girdle with garters, a bra and a spare pair of foam rubber 'falsies' my mother kept in her lingerie drawer, and finally, blue and white spectator pumps. My kinda longish curly hair was combed in a little girls' bangs. When, you guessed it, in walked my parents! Their rage, my humiliation! Indescribable! My father threatened to send me to a military academy to "toughen me up'. I was signed up for the schools football team and given a 'crew cut'. Times were rough... |
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| I enjoyed the inner calm when I visited that other person that lived inside me. I felt a sense of well being where no conflict or turmoil existed. I visited 'her' many times over the years, never telling another soul. High school, college, four years in the Air Force, a professional career... No matter what the challenge or experience, there was always this place that I felt compelled to visit to feel complete |
| Being middle aged, finally befriending myself, being compassionate and empathetic by nature, becoming introspective, anaytical and striving to lead a richer life that would dignify the soul, spirit and guardian angel that God gave unto me...has brought me to this place and you, the reader, to my story. Enjoy 'kindred spirit'. |
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| Height- 5'9" Weight- 148 pounds Clothing size- 10 top and 8 bottom Shoe size 10B Hair color- auburn, or whatever wig I happen to be wearing Eyes- Blue Pet Luxury- I look forward to my body waxing appointment every 4 weeks. Hobbies/Interests- Besides doing a 'mall crawl' and savoring expensive boutiques, I am fond of art, architecture, photography, music (almost any kind from any era), anything cultural and related to the arts in general. I also love the feeling of "the wind in my face" when I'm driving my restored, vintage 1969 British sportscar down some twisty, country road. |
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