In This Issue

1 A very different adventure

4 The Things We Did Last Summer

7 Another Little Note from Suzie

7 Bored, Blonde, and CD? 

8 Wacky Web Sites
 

Cruising Lake Norman with Kappa Beta. See Page 9 for more photos

First Time WOW!

Sunday, August 23rd, 1998 

Five hours ago I left the greatest new friends anyone could hope for. A most incredible weekend is ended. Still on a tremendous high, I can’t stop thinking of all the wonderful people I met and things I was able to do for the first time because they were there to help me. Before I describe what happened, let me tell you how I even managed to gather the courage to come out. 
     About two months ago (June 1998) I was overwelmed by a desire to meet and talk with other heterosexual crossdressers. After exploring the internet I found the Kappa Beta web site and many personal web sites of crossdressers. I took a quick look at Kappa Beta then searched for crossdressers sites that lived near me. I found Beverly’s Bungalo. She had a great story, sweet personality and lived reasonably close, so I sent her she-mail to tell her who I was and how thrilled I was about her site, in particular an outing she had. Bev was not the first CD I’d ever contacted, but Beverly was the first to ever engage in helpful correspondence with this mildly experienced closet CD. As we progressed through our conversations, Beverly mentioned Kappa Beta as a possibility in helping me and gave me the new web address. I revisited KB’s site and pondered for about two weeks before I decided to contact Sherri by email. I got an immediate response, including information 

A very different adventure

During dinner on Saturday evening, Drew complained of a pain in his abdomen. Several sisters and one of our SO’s tried to comfort him, eventually taking him back to the motel. Everything seemed to be well in hand and Drew was receiving far more than his share of feminine attention, so I headed off to the bar with another girl. After a drink and some pleasant conversation I decided to bid everyone good-night. I returned to my room with hopes of getting a good night’s sleep in preparation for some things I had to do the next day.

     I was surprised when I entered my room and found it full of people. Drew, still very much in pain, was laid out on Sherri’s bed. The discussion topic centered around what to do about Drew. Occasionally he entered a groan into the stream of talk, but otherwise didn’t add much to the conversation, other than being 

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