I suppose I started to become fascinated by Marc. It wasn't love, it was just a kind of a strong attraction to him - I could say an obsession, but it wasn't like that at all. I was just kind of, well, interested in him, really interested. It was partly because I felt sorry for him, partly because I wanted to know more about his crossdressing and partly, I don't know, I just liked the idea that he did shave all over; he was smoothed skinned! And he rubbed oils into his skin and moisturized and looked after himself. I din't know why I didn't like men with hair, but I just didn't. It just seemed so dirty to me. Men seemed dirty, I mean in an unclean way - a man's idea of washing was a quick dip in the shower once a day.