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 when I was 7/8 when I was 11 one day during the summer break I asked mummy if I could wear some of my sister’s clothes, my sister said yes I could,I was in them all day and it felt heavenly, I was still wearing them when daddy came home from work he asked why I was wearing my sisters clothes mummy said because he feel’s more like a girl and if he wants to wear girls clothes so be it.
I knew at around age 5 or 6, for me, I just had an odd feeling in my heart that something was not right with my body, it was not until age 10 that I began dressing, when I wore the things I did, it felt right to me.
now I’m at 58 yr old and beginning my transition and i’m ever glad i am able to do anything towards my transition.
When I was about 4 or 5, I would sneak into my mothers room and try on her clothes and shoes. I was the youngest of three boys and I knew it was not how I was expected to act but it felt good, not perverse to me. I spent more time with my mother than my brothers did and she was accepting of me. Father was more strict and hard. That summer I went to a youth camp and met a boy that I developed a crush on. Nothing physical just wanted to be with him, he was so cute. By the time I was in my early teens I just knew I liked boys as much as girls. I have not made a total transition, I am a combination and mostly comfortable with it, but at heart I would like to be a woman if it were possible.
When I was 7 I tried on my sisters tight black girdle from that day I knew
I think I had an idea when I was about 4 or 5 years old. When I was little, I occasionally wore some of my older sister’s smaller clothes and just loved it. I played Barbies with her frequently, and I wanted to be Barbie, which was fitting because my sister frequently preferred to play with the Ken dolls. One day I fell asleep in her clothes and my dad woke me up just poking and prodding at it. At that point, I had learned that ‘it was not socially acceptable for a boy to dress as a girl’ and I was scared, so I told my dad over and over again ‘Please don’t tell anyone!’ I count my lucky stars that he didn’t really seem to care. Ever since that day, I got more careful with wearing women’s clothing and I haven’t been seen by anyone in my family, but I think I subconsciously want them to see me as the girl I really am. Honestly, for most of my life, I kept saying ‘it’s only a phase and it will pass’ but it never has, and never will. I was scared to accept myself for who I am until just a couple years ago, but I think I have always known that deep down, I am a woman. I have always just covered it up as a ‘bad thought’ until I could finally let myself blossom into the woman I’ve always wanted to be, and that is what I am working towards now.
I knew I was girly at a very young age. How is the youngest of five boys. But I was very close to my mom. When she went to the hairdresser I went with her and imagined getting my hair done like a girls. I used to love to wear my mother’s clothes when she went shopping I had to be very careful not to get caught but I love dressing up now that I am 60 years old I am 8 months on HRT and enjoying the changes that are happening to me my breasts are growing and it’s awesome. Hugs Melanie
it was in my teenage years i just felt like i was slightly different than most people around me. That is also when i first started dressing up in woman s clothes with a friend of mine. He didn t mind at all and sort of encouraged me which made me feel more like a girl. I will always appreciate him for that.
Further thoughts: at 4 I was helping my mother hem her skirts. In the fifties she would hem them up or take them down when the styles changed. I remember putting one on and walked up to her while she worked on one at her sewing machine. I said to her, “Look mommy I’m a girl just like you-aren’t I pretty” She said yes I was and let me wear it until my father came home from work. I wore her bras and sweaters as well into my teens. At 16 I was a model for scouts in a womanless event. I had my first stockings and girls hairdo then and now that I’m retired I’m Michelle every day and I am my wife’s girlfriend even when I am Undercover as a guy.