Chrome-plated balls. That’s what Edward D. Wood Jr. has under his skirt here in this fascinating defense of cross-dressing. It was 1953 and transvestism was not just a forbidden topic in the mainstream, but it was actually illegal in much of America. Enter Ed Wood—an angora-loving transvestite in real life—writing and directing his first film and taking the lead role of Glen, a regular, hard-working, heterosexual guy who just happens to enjoy the silky feel of ladies underwear beneath his starched 1950s suit. He also achieves inner peace by dressing up in full drag behind closed doors at home, though he struggles with how to tell his girlfriend about it. Along the way we get a sadomasochistic dream sequence and an uncomfortable Bela Lugosi as God ranting about humanity. Yuk it up if you must over the bad writing, bad directing, bad acting and micro-budget production values, but take at least a moment to appreciate the film’s bravery and 
uniqueness.
Producer George Weiss originally hired Wood to make an exploitation quickie to capitalize on the Christine Jorgensen sex change sensation. Wood used Weiss’s money to shoot a more personal story instead, though he tacks on a quick sex change bit at the end. Nevertheless, in some parts of the country this played under the title I Changed My Sex.
Actress, and Wood’s then-girlfriend, Dolores Fuller would go on to a successful songwriting career, providing several hits for Elvis Presley.