I’ve observed that many crossdressers and transgender women recognize their gender identity at a young age. For some, it’s an early realization, while for others, it unfolds later in life.
I’m curious about your experience…
When did you first realize you were female or had a feminine side? Was this something you felt as a child, or did it develop over time?
I’d love to hear your story! Feel free share your thoughts in the comments below!
Love,
Lucille
I knew very young also, maybe around 5 to 6 or so..? i was too young to even think of it sexually, but just felt more comfortable being a girl.
I knew as early as the age of 5. Like everyone else, I just did not know if it was a stage of what. I am 40 years old now and I embrace my lovely side of being a female.
I was very little, maybe 5 years, i know i was not a boy, but i dont understand why, its very later i find when i see on the tv show what i was. a transgender woman.
I knew when I was a small boy, Mommy used to let me sit with her on her velvet upholstered vanity bench while she did her makeup and nails She had wanted a little girl so she treated me as her daughter.she would paint my nails and put makeup on me as she did her own. I loved it. I had shoulder length blond hair until I started kindergarten. Daddy insisted I get a buzzcut before starting school in spite of mommy’s objections. She wanted to take me to her salon but daddy insisted we go to his barber shop. It was so humiliating with all the crude macho cigar smoking men making cracks about the little sissy.
Mommy was very beautiful and glammy, she liked many different looks, ranging from a sophisticated fashionista to a wanton heavily painted up whore. You might guess which I liked best. Daddy was always admonishing her for raising me as her little sissy. She just ignored him, he was a player always fucking around with his whorish girlfriends. Mommy preferred her lezzie girlfriends. She not only approved my gayness, when it was obvious which way I was headed she encouraged it. Her attitude was “be all you can be”. She taught me feminine body language and to walk in high heels. As a teen before i grew to my full height of 5’10” she would get me all dolled up and take me clothes shopping with her as her daughter with her girlfriend Jacki.
as early as 6, my thought was why I did not look pretty like other girls my age.
my thoughts at the time were that I would wake up one morning with breasts and no penis.
I have the breasts and doing fine in both orlds.
denise
As long as I can remmember,as far back as my thoughts can go. I’m thinking 4 years old ,I have wanted to be female. I was told about 15 years ago that I probably had cancer, and what bothered me most is I would die, never knowing what its like to be a woman. Ino longer go to that doctor by the way.
I grew up with a gaggle of tomboy as my friends and was by far the most feminine out of he group. So I didn’t think it odd I’d be playing with Power Rangers one moment and Barbies the next. It didn’t really dawn on me until I hit puberty, all my friends where developing one way and i wasnt, for the first time I realized that I wasn’t like them but I wanted to be.
I guess my story is pretty standard.
I was 5. My mom had always been told that she would have a girl, but wound up with three boys. I had always had a much more tender disposition from my elder, (me being the middle kid), but I never really realized anything until one of his, my elder brother’s friends, always wanted to make videos about a mommy and daddy scenario. Myself being cast as the little daughter. (My mom does theater and has a myriad of costumes). I would be done up as a little girl complete with makeup and skirting. As would the “Director-ess” and I’d play along. Thinking it was all innocent and nothing strange. (everything was the Mastermind of ‘Cory’, but I had always felt right in cute little dresses. Holding out my pinky for tea. I even remember a wish I had for Christmas for years where all I wanted was for Santa to bring me the right body. Never happened.
I was always teased for not “being one of the guys”. But, when I woumd up in Modern Dance and Figure Skating as a P.E. credit I got to say, “who’s the fag now? I get to dress and undress with beautiful women. You’re stuck with a bunch of stinky, sweaty dudes.”
It has always been a part of me. Sadly, after a marriage of 12 years things are coming to a head. My wife knew about my situation before we even got together. She has been wonderfully understanding and never put me down for who I am, but it sucks because it feels as if we’re falling apart. Our anniversary is the 23rd of May, and all I can think of is being selfish and following my passion which, by the way, has always been her’s too. Cosmetology school. And I want nothing more than to see her happy, but I can’t help but think there would be a resentment present that cannot be quelled.
Thank you all for listening.
Good night, and good luck,
Tanya