This letter is to all the guys in America who, like me, can’t wait to get the next issue of Variations. I am writing tonight while watching a hockey game and enjoying a cold beer. Under my jeans and shirt, I’m wearing a pair of silky pantyhose and a silk chemise. I am sure that there are many other “temporary gals” who anxiously await the steamy transvestite article in Variations.

My cross-dressing adventures began when I experimented with my wife’s full-length, lacy half-slip. I found that the nylon felt great against my prick. Well, time went on and I became very fond of that half-slip and began to explore more of her clothes.

Today I could not live without my lacy lingerie. I would do anything to get my cock wrapped in a slip or a nightgown. Happily, I have succeeded in putting together quite an extraordinary collection of sweet nothings.

I saw an advertisement in a popular women’s magazine which read, “Don’t let my clothes fool you ¾ underneath I’m all satin and lace,” You don’t know how true this is.

My secretary knows about my fetish. About five months ago, a button on my dress shirt popped, revealing one inch of red satin camisole. Luckily, she didn’t care. In fact, now she teases me all the time. And she continues to drive me wild by wearing sheer blouses with her own camisoles underneath.

It took me a long time to get the courage to write. I hope you print my letter soon. I will keep my fingers crossed, along with my dressing, until I get to read it.