I’ve been a transvestite all my adult life, but it wasn’t till after I married that I started to build a wardrobe.

I’m a regular reader of letters from other TVs, and I envy those writers who successfully share their special interest with their wives. Frankly, I’m afraid to tell my wife of my hobby. I am heterosexual but very jealous of her while watching her dress, and with each article she puts on — bra, panties, pantyhose, shoes, skirt — I always relish the thought of dressing like her, as well as with her.

During the past ten years or so, I’ve put together several wardrobes. Each time I discard my treasures, a month or so passes and I start accumulating new clothes. Presently I have several bras, panty girdles, slips, pantyhose, skirts, sweaters and a great pair of four-inch spike heels. I really love any opportunity to tuck my penis between my legs and hold it in place with a panty girdle. The look and feel are quite feminine, and the pantyhose or panty girdle pressing against my balls is exquisite.

Fortunately, I have my own business and keep my things at the office. About once a week, after the help leaves, I’ll dress up for an hour or so and read a few issues of your magazine. If I cross my legs and caress my crotch area, the increased pressure and the silkiness of the nylon feels so fantastic, I’ll generally come in a few minutes.

The highlights of my TV experience occur when my wife is visiting family out of town. On these special occasions I’ll usually pick up a few new articles, bring my wardrobe home, launder it, take a long bubble bath, shave closely, completely make up, dress, put on perfume, and spend countless hours doing feminine things including housework, my nails, vacuuming, ironing, etc.

Each time I move, the clothes offer a new series of thrills: the bra encircling my chest, the slip sliding against my pantyhose, the skirt hitting my legs and shortening my stride, the panty girdle pressing against my balls, the high heels shaping my feet, ankles, and legs, and my arms brushing against my bra. It’s really a turn-on.

Since I won’t shave my legs and I’m uncertain about my “passability,” I won’t go out in daylight, but once it gets dark enough, I do go outside and walk for a half hour or so in the neighborhood. Fortunately, no one has given me a second glance, even when passing me on the sidewalk, so I hope I’ve “passed inspection.”

I enjoy reading about other TV experiences and wish you would feature more articles about us. Hopefully other TVs will benefit from my letter as well.