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It took me about a half hour to get it down right, although, I could still be doing something wrong. For the last year, Arin has been binding up his chest to try to hide his female body, but can now go topless for the first time after his surgery in Cleveland, Ohio, in June. But she must have seen the blush spreading up from my chest, because she dropped her shoulders and eased her face into a smile. I named myself Tori, a respelling of my middle name. In that instant, he could have been a different person.

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. An interesting dynamic prevailed in those early social forays. Tall, brunette and the longest legs you have ever seen. Katie added: 'Being transgender myself, I understand Arin probably better than anybody else, how good he feels and how complete he feels. In a new project overseen by contributing editor , Gawker is running. I was intrigued by several pages of ladies in various posses of undress.


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As my reflection stared back at me, a wave of well-being surged over me, sweeping away any real specifics of that moment. It struck me as implausible that I had been her, only months before. I needed Melissa's care and at times she asked for my protection. The discovery of the personal ad flipped a switch in the dark: the slippage I had experienced occurred not only on the side of body, but on the side of identity as well, so that Tori might slip from one body to another just as I slipped in and out of various presentations of identity. I often had an evening beer on a balcony overlooking the dusty streets below my apartment. But she let my hand settle onto her shoulder. I don't think that I'm a woman.

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I moved the seat back and adjusted everything to accommodate my size. I let him get me a drink, and I let him put his hand on my thigh, and I sat and I thought how lovely it was that two people, transvestites both, one gendered, the other classed, could shrug off the identities foisted upon them by circumstance and slip into selves sewn from the bright cloth of their imagination. I moved to Cameroon, where I fell in love. Watch Crossdresser videos for free. Short-circuited, I sat in silence.

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I didn't ask that man if he was only pretending to be a businessman; I didn't probe for cracks in the illusion, even though I felt sure I would find them. The sight of her bare legs no more than a foot from my face triggered a bout of internal schizophrenia. Still, I prefer to think of him more romantically, as I did that evening. I had a goal to dress up once a month, or twelve times this year. I held still, wearing only my underpants and the garbage bag, confused, because I felt beautiful, and why couldn't they see that? In my case, the standard pulse of attraction upon reaching the object of my desire, twisted back upon itself to form a two-way conduit—each new allure I discovered in girls was one I found lacking in myself. Kind of technical and boring really. When I was six, my mother left a box of small garbage bags lying around.


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I pulled the coffee cake off the counter and held it in my arms before me. But as I wrote these letters I began to picture my recipient, and in that imagining, I saw a teenager; too young, or poor, or repressed to build his own identity, and having clutched at mine, lying alone and ashamed, in a body he hates and wishes he could change, holding a cell-phone to his face while he whispers dirty words to an anonymous man and confuses heavy breathing with love. The question of whether I was girl or boy did not figure into the logic of the dream. In fact, the page might have belonged to the Tori I felt myself to be, but for one key detail: the Tori of the personal ad wanted phone sex with dominant men. That laughter came without guilt or even a sense of hypocrisy. But from as early as I remember, I had a body that did not line up flush with any single identity but instead slipped this way and that so that it lined up with Tori at one point, or the hard man of Cameroon at another, or any one of the many selves I've deployed throughout my life. My arms hung limp at my sides.

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For me, crossdressing isn't something I do; it's something that I am. It all started on a summer day I was 5 years old, I was just a child. But now he's had the surgery he's much more confident and comfortable with himself. His hands were rough and his face sun-cured. My eyes had been made-up smoky with copper shimmer in the crease.

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I imagined how it would feel to touch. For a while I mentally composed mean letters to send to the e-mail address on the personal ad; letters in which I would accuse my imagined recipient of stealing my photos and besmirching the identity I so painstakingly created. At times, the distance between how someone looks and the outward expression of how they feel can appear ridiculous, even obscene—a ruffled pink miniskirt on someone built like a Clydesdale—but with a modicum of empathy, one sees past the ridiculous to glimpse the intrinsically human process of fantasy and imagination made exterior. By sophomore year, I played varsity baseball and led the team in stolen bases. But then, after a year had passed, it was, and we saw that it had been for a while.

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I found one, cut the bottom off, and used the cinch-tie at the top to make a small, crude dress. I just think that parts of my psyche are female, resulting in a deep-seated need to act that out. That said, during the last few months of the year, I made some progress on that front. David Torrey Peters lives in Chicago, where he fixes sailboats, occasionally helps crossdressers do their makeup, and is putting the finishing touches on a novel. Or in making an ad for her, hadn't this imagined teenager that's the version I like; you can choose your own taken a share of responsibility for the construction of her identity? Not around anyone I knew; even at my notoriously liberal college, I couldn't bear to let my identities overlap. The sight of girdles and bras and panties and garter belts and then over a couple of pages, silky slips and camisoles and finally nighties.

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