I am so pleased that you provide space in your magazine for letters from those of us who appreciate and love femininity more than anything. I speak, of course, of transvestites.

I am a highly respected businessman with a lovely wife. I live in a nice neighborhood and make an excellent salary. I am very active in my church and other community affairs-and I wear panties and pantyhose under my suit every day. In the trunk of my car, I keep a large briefcase which is sort of my feminine overnight bag, in which are several bras and panties, pantyhose, lipstick, eye shadow, mascara, perfume, a short, sexy nightgown and a blouse and skirt, as well as the fashion magazines I am in the process of reading. I am as feminine as possible as often as possible. When I travel I always take my briefcase.

I must have at least thirty pairs of panties, fifty bras, twenty girdles and dozens of stockings and garter belts. My wardrobe includes many blouses, sweaters, pants, skirts, wigs, shoes, jewelry and an excellent selection of cosmetics. I have emerged from my closet only once, and it was the most beautiful and exciting day of my life. It happened last summer when I stopped in a store I had learned catered to transvestites.

After my business meeting ended, I checked into a nice hotel, unpacked my feminine things, put on panties and pantyhose under my pants and took a cab to the store. Never having done anything like this before, I was quite nervous, but after I met the owner and he showed me around, I felt more comfortable. I was in heaven, trying on lingerie and getting advice on applying cosmetics. I had never felt so totally feminine in my life. There were other men coming and going while I was there, but one nice-looking, well-dressed man about my age caught my eye. I thought how nice it would be to meet another TV, but I was too nervous to approach him.

A short time later I was in the only dressing room, trying on several bras I had selected. The dressing room was really quite large, as it had been a bedroom in an apartment. As I was standing in front of the three-way mirror, putting on a bra, Brian walked in holding a skirt and blouse. He apologized and started to leave, but I quickly said it was okay, as the dressing room was certainly large enough for two people.

Brian said he had never dressed with anyone before, and I assured him that I only wore my feminine under-fashions in public under my regular men’s clothing. He indicated that he did that quite often too and proved it when he removed his pants to reveal panties and pantyhose. “Me too,” I said, raising a pants leg to reveal a fashionably stockinged calf.

Brian’s lean body looked fantastic in the skirt and blouse he had selected, and I told him so. After some feminine small talk which excited both of us, we agreed to have a drink together, but first I bought about $150 worth of foundation garments, cosmetics and a beautiful wig. Brian’s bill approached mine when I picked out some bras and a padded girdle to add to his own selections.

We left the store and took a cab back to my hotel. Once there, we proceeded to the bar. Over drinks we poured out our feminine hearts to each other. Finally I said, “Let’s go up to my room and get feminine.”

Brian was obviously impressed by the feminine look of my room ¾  lingerie scattered on the bed, fashion magazines scattered about, panties and pantyhose drying in the bathroom, cosmetics arranged on the dressing table and a gown hanging in the closet.

I filled the bath-tub with warm water, adding bath oil, while Brian stripped to his panties, put on one of his new bras and sat down to read a fashion magazine. He said he wanted to take a bath too.

As Brian bathed, I put on a new bra, sexy panties, a garter belt, black stockings and a gown. I felt so wonderful, so sexy. Brian emerged from the bathroom in bra and panties. I gave him my other wig, which looked great on him, and we proceeded to do our makeup.

Our panties were bulging as we proceeded to try on the things we had purchased. After about an hour of this bliss, we both knew we were ready for the main event. I put on my sexiest outfit-under-wire bra, garter belt, stockings and a short, sexy toga and Brian put on a bra I had selected for him, panties, pantyhose and a really sexy baby doll. He turned the bed down and got in while I turned all the lights off except the one on the nightstand.

With an erection that was tenting my panties, I stood at the foot of the bed and caressed my body. “I’m a woman,” I said. “Love me.” I climbed into bed, and Brian and I kissed while our stockinged legs rubbed together — what a great feeling! Brian was loving my breasts and sucking on my bra cups while I massaged his ass and crotch. Finally he lowered a bra strap and began sucking my bare breast. I had all I could do not to come in my panties, it felt so marvelous.

When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I dove for Brian’s crotch. I pulled his pantyhose and panties down, and out popped a huge, glistening penis. I licked the juice from the head and then slowly placed my mouth around it. “I don’t believe I’m doing this,” Brian said happily.

Brian’s cock was warm and big in my mouth, and it was hard not to let my teeth touch it. I had been slobbering over it for only a few minutes when he began to thrust wildly. Suddenly I felt a strong splash of warm, thick come bounce off the roof of my mouth, then another and another, as Brian kept pumping into my mouth. About halfway through his orgasm, I started to come, and I have never in my life experienced such an intense orgasm.

I swallowed Brian’s come while dumping what felt like a pint of come into my panties.

Brian had to leave a short time later, but I was so happy to have had the opportunity to fully express my femininity with him.

Your magazine has helped so many TVs express themselves. I hope you will continue to print the experiences of us true feminists!