Looks like Cindy and I have something else in common. I had heard of Christine and had seen a few pictures of her. She was the first transsexsual I'd ever heard about. I also read the book by Canary sometime in the early seventies while in the military. A fascinating story. I started dressing in my mothers clothes when I was around five, so I guess about '58. Unlike Cindy, I've yet to transition and have a bit more to travel. I've had therapy and was supposed to move on to rlt. My marriage vows and the hurt I was causing were too much. I've started that journey again. Anyway, there was no Internet when I learned of this in the very early 70's. I was, at that time, writing to Johns Hopkins and Stanford for information. I am angry at myself for not transitioning, nobody to blame but myself for that. Actually, when I was pre teen, I thought I was just a gay boy that felt best in female clothing, hanging out with my aunts and sisters. No, I didn't hang out with them while wearing female clothing, that was done in private. Geez, I'm rambling...