Before I begin to tell the story of my time in Los Angeles I thought I should tell you something of my early life.

I was born march 12, 1947 in Queens, New York City. I arrived in this life at 8:38 PM. My parents were joh and Ruth; both veterans of WW II. My father was a NYC police officer. My mother was a housewife.

On June 6, 1953 my father died. The family was moved to rural Virginia shortly after his death. A cousin told my mother about a private school for male orphans. MY older brother and I were soon enrolled at the school. We were now living more than a hundred miles from the rest of the family.

These were lonly and trying times for me. There were too many rules to follow. The rules were often not explained until some incident. We were well feed, well dressed and well schooled. There was work for everyone but, not always equal work. Some boys always seemed to get the light task while others were doing harded tasks.

During the summers we would return to our family home. I always felt like a stranger in the mother house. I saw a difference in the way my sisters and younger brothers were treated. It was during these summer breaks that I first became attracted to girls clothes. I saw the pretty dresses my sisters wore, bright colored shirts, shorts and especially their underwear. Puff cotton briefs were the first things I tried on.

My mother had taken my younger brothers and sisters to visit a near by family. I stayed home claiming not to feel well. They returned sooner than I expected. I was caught in my sister's clothes. I was hiding in my bed. Under the covers in my sister's panties, a light blue dress and little crew socks. My sister was angry, my mother less so. Life was never the same after that.

Summer soon ended, my brother and I were back at school. I never forget the way my sister's clothes felt or how I felt wearing them. I was not ashamed, the clothes were so soft and smooth against my skin. I had chills but felt very relaxed in the clothes. Summers were never the same I was never left home alone again.

Time passed, soon I was graduating from high school. I had to decide what I was going to do. Would I go home to my mother's or would I strike out on my own. I decided to go to school in Washington DC. I had been accepted at American University. I would live in a one room studio apartment near the campus. I settled in to my new life but, sucess did not accompany me. I flunked out after one semester. I was not at all prepared for college.

I had money from an inheritance. So I took a part time job in a warehouse, worked 3 nights a week and Saturday mornings. I was confronted with a situations that I had never expected. I made friends with a few of the girls and guys I worked with. There was Margeret, a pretty young black girl, we hung out together at work. This caused friction with some of the other workers. Not to worry I thought, Margeret had a girl friend. There was also Roger, a short muscular guy, who had the habit of rolling up his shirt and tieing it in a knot to expose his abdomen. Roger offered me many inducements to go out with him. I declined each of them. One Saturday Roger was very angry. Some other guys were teasing him about being shown up by a girl. Roger went off and started a fight with Margeret. He punched her repeatedly, two older guys pulled Roger off Margeret. She was bloodied, the police were called. Roger was arrested. I was blamed for the problem, it was said that I had lead Roger on while fooling around with Margeret. Not true I said, I outed Margret. She was very angry and never spoke to me again. I quite the next day. Withdrew from society and stayed in my room only going out at night to roam the streets of Washington alone.

I started buying and wearing girls clothes. I was wearing panties all the time. I felt safe and secure in my panties. It was time for a change I enrolled at Control Data Institute. Soon had a certificate in computer technology. I was on my way to Los Angeles.

George, Georgie or Georgann Was going to find conflict at work, a new love and a return to old habits. I was known by different names by different people.

It was December 1969 I had been living in Los Angeles for 2 months. The allure of women's clothes was to strong to resist. I had started wearing panties again and secretly dressing at night. I had some inexpensive panties purchased at a 5/10 store and 2 skirts and slacks purchased in a consignment store. I was lonely and wanted someone to hold and be held by.

I was working at a data processing center. I was a computer tech, one of five tech's.
On the dayshift I worked with Art, a redneck exmilitary type from the south. Marty was the only person I had meet who was born and raise in LA. Every conversation seemed to start out with "where are you from".

I made friends with a few coworkers. Greg, a security guard, helped me find a place to live. Susan, a computer operator, was very friendly toward me. She was a firey redhead with a tight body. She was always friendly to me, not so much to the other guys. Susan was touchy feelly, sometimes she would take my hand in hers and stare deep into my eyes as she talked. I had seen that look before, a librarian at college. I had seen that look in her eyes, she would rush to help me, she would stand very close to me, I swear I could feel the heat from her body. I was told she was a cougar, she sought out young men for sex and that I would not be sorry if I feel under her spell. She would take care of all my needs and wants.

One day Susan came to the computer room to report that system 1 was down. A phone call would have done just as well. As she entered the room she traded barbs with Art and Marty. But, when she came to me she softened I saw the look, her hand softly rubbed my arm. She took my hand in her's, her thumb traced small circles on my palm. I looked but, I did not hear a word she said; I was lost in the moment. All I could think about was the feelings her touch generated. Susan dropped my hand turned and announced "Georgie and I will be going to lunch today. So get your act together."

Susan returned at 11:45. She took my hand and lead me from the room. As we waited at the curb for the light she took my arm. The light changed we only made it to the center island before the light changed again. As we waited for another light Susan took my hand in her's. When the light changed we skipped to the door of Staks Restaurant. We were met at the door by Helen, one of the servers. She said "Hi kids. You skip as if you have done that before." She lead us to a table; as she walked away I watched. Helen was tall, slender with curlly blonde hair. There was scare on the back of her right leg. Susan caught me, she poked me in the ribs.

We ordered lunch. Susan was talking about a date. I thought"what date". She said we could go out tonight to just hang out or do dinner and a movie. We could leave from work that way we would have more time together. We finished lunch, returned to the building, in the front lobby Susan raised up on her toes and kissed me on the check. Her kiss was so soft. She said she would come and get me after work.

I returned to the computer room to a chours of hoots and hollers from Marty. "Someone is in love or in an extreme degree of lust" he said. This went on the rest of the afternoon. the day soon ended.

True to her word Susan was down to the computer room just after 5. She took my hand and off we went to hang out. Hanging out seemed to mean a drive to the beach. We walked the sand in our bare feet. I noticed that Susan did not wear stockings. We sat on the sand just above the waves. We kissed and cuddled there, life was good at the moment. Susan pushed me to the sand she crawled on top of me. Kissing and feeling, her handS were every where. I pushed her back setting up I said this is not the place for this. If you want to go on we need to go some where private.

Susan was on her feet in a flash. We started for my car "my place or hotel" she asked. Susan had to run back for her shoes. We drove to her apartment, it was in a nice section of the city. Barely in the door and she was on me like a hungry wolf. All hands and kisses. she tried to get my shirt off as I tried to figure out how to get her out of her dress. I said "You do yours and I'll do mine." She ran to the bedroom, I followed behind. She was out of her dress. Standing there in her underwear watching me undress. "What the hell" she yelled as I took off my pants. "What's that" she pointed at my black Friday panties. "Panties" I replied. "Freak" she said. I said "They are no different then yours." "A minute ago you couldn't wait to get me naked." "Take them off, now" "Whoa" she said. Lust won out. "Get in bed. You've got alot to make up for." I laughed, Susan slid into the bed beside me.

We enjoyed one another for what seemed hours. I felt so good I was doing what I had craved for so long. I was in the arms of a woman I felt so secure. Life was very good. We spent the night in total rapture.

I slpped out of Susan's bed dresed and headed home. Food was my greatest need, I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. Bob's Big Boy was just ahead. I pulled in parked and went inside. As I was being seated a voive called out "George". It was Jeff a guy who lived just down the hall from me. "You look wrecked. That your lipstick on your face?" We eat we talked. Questions were left unanswered.

I didn't see Susan until Monday. She said nothing about me leaving as I did. We meet in the lobby as I was arriving for work. She touched my arm, we kissed, she asked what color. "Light blue" I replied. She smiled, shock her head "see you for lunch" she said as we parted.

She asked why at lunch. I said it was a hard question to answer. Susan said "I think you are the prettiest man I ever meet." My eyes started to tear. She kissed me on the check. "Break it up kids" it was Helen. "What did you do to make this boy cry?"

Georgann continues to play duel roles at home and work. Susan announces her holiday plans. Art is suspended.

It is Monday Dec. 21, 1969. I arrived at work early; Marty seems differet some how.

"Awfually quiet today" I said.

"How was your weekend?" Marty asked.

"Great and your's?" I replied.

"Did you hook up with Susan?" Marty asked.

"Yes" was my one word reply.

Susan came strolling into the room. She walked right up to me, never even looked at Marty. "Hi George" she said with a sly smile.

"Weekend was that good" Marty said.

Susan reached out and touch my arm. I sigh and smiled.

"There's love in the air" Marty said.

"You have green eyes, real green." Susan said with surprise in her voice.

"Yes. They've been green all my life." I continued "You didn't notice as I stared into your baby blues."

As she moved away from Marty she said "I had a great weekend."

I stupidly asked, "did you spend it with someone special?"

Susan poked me in the arm. "George" she began "I've decided to go home for Christmas." she went on "My mom asked me to come home."

"Ok, fine have a nice time" what alse could I say?

"I'll make it up to you when I return. We'll get together, we'll have a great time."

I wasn't listening . I was thinking about what crazy things I could do while Susan was gone. I said "Ok it's a date than."

Susan said "Your eyes say somethin different then your mouth."

"You had better go" I heard myself say "If you don't I'm liable to cry."

Suan turned and started out of the room. I watched her go, I though those weren't wild animals fighting to get out of that skirt.

Marty said "Kicked to the curb?"

"What's up with Art" I asked?

Marty said he did not know. I didn't believe him but, I didn't know why.

The day wound down. There was little work to do. I cleaned some equiptment just so that I wouldn't think about Susan. I made plan to dress when I got home.

I went home stripped off my boy clothes, showered and styled my hair. I went to the closet to look for Georgann.

I chose a pink outfit, pink crop top with sleeves, pink legings, pink panties and a pink skirt. My glass slippers finished the outfit. I made a gin and tonic in a tall glass with ice and a straw. I went and walked back and forth in front of the mirror for awhile. I loved the look and feel of the clothes. I notice a certain puffiness around my nipples; was I growing breasts? I went to the couch and the gin and tonic.

There was a knock at my door. Should I answer it or not? I peeked out, there stood Susan. Did I want her to see me dressed? I took a deep breath, the knob turned I stepped back as the door swung open.

Susan gasped, "Oh my" she said.

"This is who I am. This what I do." I said.

"George" Susan started

"Georgann" I said.

"Well then, Georgann could you aske George to keep an eye on my car while I'm gone?"

"I'll have George put your car in the garage and park his car on the street. Just as soon as he returns." I said.

"Thank you, Georgann. I'll make it up to both of you when I return" she promised.
"Oh, pink is not really your color. You should try green or maybe red, scarlett would be better." Susan ran off to her waiting cab.

Scarlett, that had promise I thought. I turned on the TV and went back to my gin and tonic. Ice water. I pulled the drapes shut and double bolt the door. No more visitors tohight. I went to the mirror, lifted my crop top. There was new softness and definition around my nipples. I went to the kitchen and took some more black cohosh.

In the morning I stipped off my pink outfit, showered and put on my boy clothes. All during work I thought about what was I going to do tonight. I had a new a "little black dress", it wasn't really that little but, that's what they were called. I had a string of pearls and 2 rings. Maybe tonight was the night to go out dressed. I'd have to check my legs, did I need to shave? Time wil tell.

Well I got home just after 5 o'clock. I hit the shower, shaved every where and every thing. I laid out my dress, hose, panty girdle and boots all in black. I went to the kitchen made a sandwich, drank some milk and sat down naked on my couch. Was this really what I wanted to do? Maybe a gin and tonic would help, no not on top of the milk.

Well, I went back to the bedroom. First came the suspender hose, I had to stop and admire how they looked. It was as if a circle had been drawn around my butt, in the front I saw how the dark fabric highlighted my pale skin. Next came the panty girdle I reasoned that it would make tucking easier. I went to the mirror, applied light foundation to the areas where I had shaved then I powdered the rest of my face. Eye brow pencil in hand I drew a thin curve over each eye. Eye shadow, green of course, was a little more difficult to manage. Eyelid pencil and lipstick would complete my face.

I return to the bed, boots were next. Black knee highs with stacked 1 1/2 inch heels would be easy to walk in. Last was the little black dress, I eased it over my head taking care not mess up my make up. I was ready to go.

I was headed for a "tranny club" I had seen advertised in the Free Press. I was not sure what to expect.

The club was crowded. There were way more people in boy clothes then girl clothes. I saw empty stools at the far end of the bar; as I moved through the crowd I was being felt up. Someone tried to grab my purse, the offender looked way as I turned toward him. Someone else was running a finger up and down the crack of my butt. Two fingers to his ribs put and end to that. Bitch, he called after me. As I moved forward the crowd parted, I was being looked over by every guy I passed. As I eased on to the stool I remembered to smooth the back of my skirt.

A bartender aproached, in a deep voice she asked "what I was drinking?" Gin and tonic in a tall glass with ice and a straw, please. The bartender returned with my drink. As I reached for myu purse she said "girls drink for free".

Another girl slid on to the stool beside me. "Honey" she said "you should really shave those arms or wear long slevees." "Hi, my name's Leslie. You've done this before right."

"My name's Georgann this is my first time" I replied.

"A first timer. Whoa, come with me." she grabed my arm and pulled me to a table full of girls.

She pushed me on to a bench as she said "I've got a first timer here".

Girls were introduced Kala, Cindy, Lisa, and Jenette. "My drink is back on the bar" I said.

"Not to worry, honey. We'll get you another." said Kala as she slipped her arm around mine. Soon I had another gin and tonic in a tall glass with ice and a straw.

Leslie moved close to me and took my other arm. She had my hand in her's. I looked at her, I saw that look in her eyes. I answered a thousand questions; where was I from, where did I work, did I like guys or did I just do girls. That last question came from Leslie. Leslie was now holding my hand, running little circles in my palm. She said "your hands are so smooth it would be great to feel them caress my body". I lost track of time. Soon it was time to go. I remember Leslie asking if I had a car. She said "I don't live to far from here. Would I come home with her?" Was I going crazy, what was I doing?

It was now Christmas Eve. We made love for what seems like hours. Leslie was thin, her body was smooth and soft. It felt good to hold her. I awoke with a start; where was I? I looked at the clock it was 3 AM. I loked at the girl lying beside me I most be crazy. I lay back down and cuddled Leslie. She made a small noise as I wrapped my arms around her.

I awoke a second time it was 6:30 AM. I smelled coffee. I jumped up I had to go to work. I grabbed Leslie's phone; I waited for an answer. A female voice came on SDS she said. Hello, this is George I'll be in in 2 hours I said. You don't have to come in she said it's Christmas Eve we'll call you if we need you. Merry Christmas, bye George.

I was driving home dressed as a girl. How would I ever get into my apartment. I new I would walk from my car up the stairs and into my home. No problem; I am who I am, it's just what I do.

I had arrived home late on Christmas Eve. I stripped off my clothes. They smelled of stale beer, cigarettes and sex. My little black dress would need dry cleaning. I showered, put on clean panties and tee shirt. I slept the sleep of the dead. It was 11AM Christmas morning when I awoke.

It was Christmas day, I had no reason to leave my house I decided I would dress. I went to the closet in search of Georgann. I had a new sluty outfit I wanted to wear. A black panty with attached lace skirt, black leather halter, black hose and my glass slippers made up my outfit. I was walking around naked as I went to the kitchen to get a Coke. Returning to the bedroom I applied make up, dressed and returned to the kitchen in search of food.

A breakfast of eggs and toast completed I just hung out. I posed in front of my mirror. I looked at the bump in the front of my panty. I continued to pose, looked over my shoulder at my small round butt, nice I thought. My hips were a disappointment, my upper body flowed in a perfect V from my underarms to my waist. I had no hips. From my waist to my upper thighs I was flat and smooth, my hip bones proturded sligntly from my belly. My belly curved slightly inward toward my crotch; there is was the unmistakable fact I was male.

I grew tired of posing. In the kitchen I started my Christmas dinner,spahetti and meat sauce. I put together the sauce with ground veal, onions, peppers, roma tomato sauce and whole leaf basil. With the sauce bubbling away on the stove I poured some wine and went to the couch. TV was on, a football game was being palyed. I had no idea who was playing, it was just back ground noise.

I saw a shadow moving back and forth across my slated blinds. I creeped to the door, peeked out through the peephole. There was Jeff a young guy from down the hall. Jeff was knocking on my door. I ran to my bedroom, pulled on sweat pants and shirt. I ran back to the door. I opened the door, Jeff was gone. Closing the door I went to the kitchen, stirred the sauce, put packaged garlic bread into the oven and started water for the noodles.

Back on the couch I thought what was I thinking I had run into the bedroom to cover my clothes but, I was wearing make up.

Jeff came back and knocked again. I went to the door, opened it and stood there.

Jeff said "I smelled your sauce. Do you think you could feed a hungry bum?"

I thought, are you sure it was the sauce you smelled. I smiled and let Jeff in. He was shorter then me and has a thin body. I wondered if he has skinny legs; I like skinny legs. Jeff went to the couch, I went to the kitchen. I offered Jeff a drink, he asked for coffee. I replied, Coke or wine. "Coke" he said.

Spaghetti cooked, bread cut; I asked Jeff how much he wanted. Jeff came into the kitchen. He tried to slip his arm around me. I stepped away and told him to sit down. I poured wine, served dinner and sat down. We made small talk as we ate. Jeff stared at time as he eat.

Dinner finished and no desert, we moved to the couch. Jeff asked "where did that girl in saw earlier go?"

I rplied "she had go away."

Jeff asked if she would be returning? I was stuck for an answer. I tried to change the subject. I talked about my job and the asked Jeff about his.

Without thinking I kicked off my slippers, pulled my legs up on to the couch. I was watching the TV, one football game had ended and other was begining. Jeff moved, I felt a hand on my foot. I looked down and saw my nylon covered toes and Jeff's hand.

Jeff asked again about that girl. I looked away for a moment. I turned placed my feet in Jeff's lap. He rubbed my feet as I looked away not sure what I should do next. Did I want to take this further? Jeff's hands were massaging the chalf of my left leg. I looked at Jeff. He had a big smile on his face. He leaned toward me, I sat up straight.
Jeff leaned closer, his hands were at my waist. Our lips met. His hands were under my shirt. I took off my glasses and put them on the coffee table. Jeff lifted my shirt over my head. We kissed again, his kisses were soft an tenative no tongue just soft lips.

Jeffs hands were all over my chest, shoulders and neck. Soft kisses followed his hands. I ran my fingers through his hair. I could feel him becoming excited as I was. My hands went under his shirt, he was so smooth. We kissed again, this time I offered a little tongue. He sucked my tongue into his mouth. I pushed him back stood up and pulled off my sweat pants, tossing them aside I climbed on top of Jeff. His hands caressed my legs and butt as he kissed my belly. I stood, grabbed Jeff's hand and pulled him to my bed.

The bed was covered in pink sheets and ruffled pillow cases. I helped Jeff remove his clothes. His excitment was evident. I pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. I feel off of him taking his manhood in my mouth. Jeff pulled my panties down, took me into his mouth. We were soon spent, I shallowed Jeff let some dribble from his mouth on to my belly. He spent little time licking up the spill.

As we kissed I could taste my seman in his mouth. We lay together on the bed kissing and caressing each other. Jeff tried to roll me on to my stomach. I resisted, said no my butt is of limits. Jeff was noy taking no for and answer. I rolled on to my back and punched Jeff in the chest. He fell off me on to the floor. I sprung off the bed told him to get up.

Jeff looked up at me "what so you can hit me again?"

"Yeah" I replied "if you can't take no for an answer."

"Get your clothes and get out" I yelled.

Jeff picked up his clothes and headed for the door.

"Put your pants on before you leave" I said.

I locked the door behind Jeff. Went back stipped off my clothes and took a shower. Dressed in short terry robe I went out, cleaned the kitchen, poured a glass of wine. I sat on the couch, they were still playing football. I drank my wine and sulked.