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 was no older than three years old. When I was four I got into my mother’s clothes to play “dress up.” Our housekeeper caught me and totally freaked out and called my mother, who also freaked out, came home from work, and gave me a beating, screaming at me that “Boys don’t wear girl’s clothes and you’re a boy!” That was in 1955.
I’ll be 64 in three weeks and after years of keeping this secret (even from my wife of 43 years) am finally out for just over a month. My wife is TOTALLY supportive and because I’m not a very big girl, we can share most clothes except for shoes.
Life is better than I dreamed it would ever be. My wife and I are having a ball going shopping together, especially now that we can go as wife and wife. No more hiding. I’ll include a photo in one of my future comments.
Your tips have been very helpful, Lucille. Thank you so much!
I knew I was different early on, my brothers always called me a girl. My mom said I was to be a girl instead of a boy. At around 10 I would put on women’s clothes and they felt right to me. I am now 48 and I now just went out for the first time as Sam. It felt great to be me. I do go shopping as a male for Sam at stores and I don’t care what people think. I went to VS as Sam and had a bra fitting. I am married and the wife knows but not supportive for me going out. If I become Sam completely she will devorce me. I love our life together so I find time here and there to be me.
Thanks for all these posts, very helpful.
I new when I was 9 or 10 but have waited till now when parents and wife have passed.
Same here’ except I knew when I was around 5, maybe even 4. I snuck around, especially after I got “busted” when I was 14 (when my dad asked me point-blank if I wanted to be a girl, I said”no,” because I was afraid of what he would do if I said “yes”). I waited until last year to officially come out (I sort of came ot to my dad when I was 17, and my dad said to “just knock it off.”) and like you, I waited until my parents had passed; it would have been the thing that accelerated my mom’s death rather than my sister’s passing. My ex and divorced last year (she never knew) as well, so now’s the time.
Sorry for the bad spelling.
I knew when I was 5 or 6. I preferred to play with girls more than boys and also enjoyed the girlie games. When I was 12 I would dress all girlie and take evening walks. At 16 I started to want to date boys, but only as my femme side of Veronnica. I am in my 50’s now and feel more comfortable as Veronnica than I do as my male working personna. I have been dating men for the last 20 years, and love going out in public as veronnica, with them or on my own. My only regret as Veronnica is that I have not fully completed my full female transformation. I think it would have been a finish for me to have a real vagina. Veronnica
In my early teens i dreamed of being a girl i found out about how good pantyhose felt to have on.I also wanted to be a girl so i could have a lesbian girlfriend.
Since my late teens i never put on alot of muscle i was made fun of for looking girly.I always dreamed of being the woman i am am starting to become ,i love shopping. For womens clothing online and in stores it seems so natural.my beauticion is going to help me with makeup.I am 57 and loveing it more each day.
I knew at 5 .
I waited until I was 55 for the sake of my parents .
Looking back they were way cooler than I gave them credit So I’m sure i shouldn’t have waited .
This was over sixty years ago, but I remember it vividly! I learned that I was different at age 5 in first grade (we lived in England as Dad was in the Air Force). At school, I would go to the girls toilet (‘loo’). When they said that was wrong I gave them an argument and said that I would not go to the boys toilet with ‘icky’ boys. They insisted (needless to say) that I stay out of the girls toilet so I would hold it all day until I got home. I still hate going to men’s public toilets!
Like the other gals have said, one of the first experiences I can remember, say around age 3, was wearing my sisters clothes, and she would help me! I always felt feminine and to this day, some sixty years later, I prefer wearing women’s clothing and just trying to blend in and be accepted as a woman. I think I have succeeded.