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 have always known i was born in the wrong body from the age of 2 but kept it hiden until now
I knew I was born in the wrong body when I was 4 years old, at the holidays my girl cousins were wearing dresses and pantyhose looking pretty, and I had to wear plain boy clothes. When I was 5 and in kindergarten the girls were wearing dresses and have long pretty hair and I wasn’t able to wear dresses and have long hair and wasn’t able to be myself for many years. I was finally able to dress as a girl wearing my cousins dress panties,bra, pantyhose and heels and I finally was able to be myself for the first time. I’m closer to being my true self now than I was then, acceptance is still hard for some of us, but I will be a woman I will be my true self, I’m one that won’t give up on being a woman, I’m getting closer and closer and I will be happy wearing dresses and heels and makeup everyday from now on just like my Hero Transgender woman Caroline Cossey former Bond Girl And Playboy model
I don’t remember feeling girly as a child but its possible the feelings were there and I just didn’t have the opportunity to act on them. I did act on them as a young adult and throughout my adult life. They began years ago in the early stages of my marriage. Perhaps it started due to my wife’s reluctance to wear lingerie for me. Over time, I found myself extremely aroused whenever I would fantasize about wearing women’s underwear, especially lingerie. I acquired some panties and other items and enjoyed wearing them whenever I had some privacy. I just thought it was erotic and ignored any deeper feelings. One time I was on a business trip down at Santa Monica, California. Like most of my business trips, I had some women’s clothes with me and was wearing them in my hotel room in the evenings. I had a very feminine pink blouse, a denim pleated mini skirt, a lacy pink bra, and stockings. One evening I had to get something to eat so I put changed into my male clothes except for the panties, bra, stockings and blouse. I wore a light jacket over my bra and blouse so that no one would notice. I ended up walking to an outside mall area and eating alone. I enjoyed being in public even though no one knew what I was wearing. At dusk I found myself walking down on the beach, just killing time. It was wintertime and I had the beach to myself. Since no one was there, and it was getting dark, I took off my jacket and just enjoyed the feeling of being outside in a bra and blouse. I was surprised at the intense feelings of femininity. It was so exciting! I remember just sitting on the beach in a bra and blouse, all alone, staring out toward the ocean, just thinking about how I was feeling and what it all meant. I felt alive. I remember how the idea hit me that we all have various levels of masculinity and femininity and that it wasn’t right or wrong, it was just who we were. I felt privileged to know, and be ok with the fact, that I had a strong feminine side. Later, those feelings bothered me. I guess I got scared about how I felt and how society would view me. I felt ashamed. I stopped again and for many years I didn’t wear any female clothes. Eventually, I started dressing again once in a while. I think I’m more in-tune to myself these days and not as easily scared by those feelings.
These days, I am exploring these feelings and desires in much more depth and loving every minute of it!
I started at the age of 8, wearing my mother’s panties, bras, stockings, shoes, dresses and night gowns. By the time I was 11 I was dressing completely wearing my moms wigs, wearing makeup, and walking around dressed like her. I was her height and her clothes fit just right. There was no sexual pleasure per say. I hadn’t started to get pleasure from masturbation yet. The feel of the clothes was something I really enjoyed, seeing myself as a female felt normal. The first time I actually got off wearing her clothes was when I was 12. I was dressed up, the feeling was stronger then ever, when I felt this sensation coming from deep in my balls, then I shot my load to my surprise in the panties. After that the sexual side kicked in big time. Every chance I had I would wear women’s clothes. By now any women’s clothes got my attention and attraction. I would take clothes off the clothes line in backyards at night. I got to experience all kinds of clothes. If visiting some one I would find a way to nose around. And if the opportunity came up, I would try on their clothes. More then once my mother found her items moved or a stain in them but she never approached me about them directly. I remember once she found a long shinny silk night gown in my room. She just took it back. I am now 59 and in love with myself for finally being who I am truly.
I was 9 when I realized that I wished to be female. I would go to my older sisters room and put on her bra,panties,stockings and garrterbelt. I was in heaven as I wore them. In my teens, I would go to my cousins, he and I were the same age. His mom had beautiful slips,stockings,bras and panties as well as dresses. I would wear those and my cousin did too although he didn’t enjoy like I did. Ever since then, I am now 65, I truly wish to become a female.
My first time wearing panties and skirt I knew that I Was not like other boys I am different. ever since I was a kid I thought something was wrong with me.I was cross dressing since I was 13 years old. that’s when I found a bag of girls clothes in the garage that belonged to my girlfriend. I put on the bra and panties I found and then I put on a black skirt that was in the bag. that’s when I realized I wanted to be a girl.
I first realized I wasn’t a girl (physically) when I asked my Mom why my body was different from my sisters.
I have always known I was a girl in my heart and soul. There has never been a time or a specific age that I realized I was really a girl.
From the time of my birth until about age 3 (confirmed by my Mother) my Mother would bathe my sister, who is 1 year older, and I together out of convenience. Once I asked why my sister and I were physically different my Mother felt that it was time to bathe us separately. I always liked playing with my sisters dolls and things and my sister and I were the best of friends. We looked out for each other. Around the age of 4 my sister and I would put on make up and play dress up.
I was 5 years old when i was playing with dolls an my cousin dressed me up it was it made me so happy then she paraded me around the room an there stood my mother an aunt so they took me in front of the mirror (they were laughing) enbarrased as i was i knew for then on i was meant to be a girl there is more to the story but just to let you know i totally love the way i am but i have to keep a low profile (o my wife Knows to)