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
hi all. i don’t know if i am different than most in here but i can never become a girl and must remain satisfied with cross dressing. i adore my wife and she understands me, i can dress anytime i like and we sometimes go out with others like me for a meal. i have even been to a club, pinks in MK. would love to do it again when time allows. anyways i have been trying on fem clothing all my life, borrowing my sisters till i outgrew them, borrowed my mums skirt once, but it was always difficult as i lived with both parents and 3 siblings, i could only dress when i was sure that the house would be empty, not very often. i got married at 20, had a family, joined the forces and only occasionally did i dare to wear wifes undies as i was petrified of being caught. that marriage ended after 20yrs or so and i met and married my new wife about 10yrs ago. i was open from the onset but it still took a few yrs before i had the courage to let her see me in a skirt. i have only been doing wig and make-up for 3yrs or so and have no idea what style is or jo to choose correct clothes. i am 53yo, 6’2″ and about 26st, so not a little lady at all. i hope to develop some confidence and knowledge, hence my being here
iam maletofemale crodresser iam intresting womens wear in my childwood feeling strongly likea women every time iam feeling likea beautiful women i want sex change opration strong feeling pls help me sex change surgery any free genderchange surgery understand my feelings pls help me
I remember dressing up in my moms things at a very early age but I really didnt know why, I was way too young to know about any sexual feelings so i doubt if it was for that kind of a thrill. All I knew was that it was thrilling to me. Then at age 18 I read an article about transgenderism in a magaziine and I knew what it was that was driving me. It was so obvious why didnt I see it before? The author of the article described her feelings and I felt like I was looking in a mirror. Since then I tried in vain to cover up my femininity and failed and failed and failed agaiin. Now I embrace my true femme side and celebrate her ! Luckily I have a wife who understands this.
Dear Lucille,
I have been a transvestite since I was 12 years of age and like a lot of other TVs I have experienced the highs and lows of being who I am. When I was very young, I used to dress up with my next-door neighbour with the encouragement of his mum. She was a delightful woman who encouraged us to play these games and I have to say we enjoyed ourselves immensely. She even helped with our make-up – applying lipstick and eye shadow – to help create a more feminine image. I am sure that this was the catalyst that set me on the road to want to explore my femininity further.
I remember when I was about 11 years of age I was experimenting with my mother’s lingerie; wearing her suspender belts, silky satin briefs and stockings with high heels. It was an absolutely fantastic feeling to be able to experience the sensual feel of the fabrics and the effects of the stockings and high heel shoes,
though I have to say I didn’t fully realise at the time. I recall a story at this time about a young boy aged 15 who lived in Paris and who had yearnings to be a girl. This story had a profound effect upon me as it stirred up feelings inside me that I didn’t realise existed. The story goes that he tried to explain this
to his mother that she would not listen and subsequently he ran away from home and found himself in Marseille. Whilst there, living on the streets, he found himself in a situation where he was having to resort to prostitution to feed himself. He became well known in the neighbourhood to all the other prostitutes and they helped him out by helping him to become more feminine. By the time, he was 18 years of age he was unrecognisable as a boy/man as he had been taking female hormones for almost two and a half years
and had also undergone surgery to have his male genitals removed, his breasts enhanced and his Adams apple shaved. The hormones had had a significant effect not only on him physically but on his
personality too. He behaved just like a girl and was able to perform sexual acts as any woman would. It was reported in the newspapers that his mother had been searching for him and had received information via the police that they had located her son. They informed her that she might not recognise him as he had changed himself to such an extent that he was only recognisable as a woman. Undaunted, she took a train from Paris to Marseille to find her long lost son or should I say daughter. She approached the address that she had been given by the police and knocked at the door. The door opened and standing in front of her was a young lady with voluptuous breasts, long slender legs, beautiful wavy hair who she recognised immediately as her son/daughter. On seeing his mother, he panicked, thinking that she was going to drag him
back to Paris and change him back to the man he once was. But this was not her intention. She realised that, through her lack of understanding, she had driven him to change himself into the girl he always wanted to be. She embraced him, kissed him and asked
him his new name; to which he replied Chantal. She was overcome with joy to have found her long lost daughter. I began to feel that I wanted to be just like this boy. I wanted to experience having breasts, a vagina, long silky hair and to wear beautiful
feminine clothes. Shortly after reading this story this was when I really started to experiment with my mother’s lingerie and high heels.
As time went on, having managed to secure a part-time job where I could earn a little the money, I bought my own suspender belts, stockings, French knickers, satin briefs, slips, and make up which I would wear as often as possible without being caught. It wasn’t until I was 18 years of age and working that I found a girlfriend who was receptive to my feminine side. She always dressed sexily and elegantly which I found a tremendous turn on. But I think I was turned on more by the fact that I was jealous of her because I wanted to wear her lingerie and clothes. It didn’t take long for her to ask me the question whether or not I had been wearing her underwear. I told her the truth to which she expressed that she was extremely grateful and she said that had she known sooner she would have helped me as she found the idea of turning an 18 year-old man into a girl very stimulating. Although we behaved very much like a normal couple outside when we were in the privacy of our own rooms she would help feminise me and then we would engage in the most fantastic sex I have ever experienced. I started shaving my legs at this stage with Karen’s full encouragement so that when I wore my stockings and suspenders my legs looked and felt fantastic. She even went so far as to buy me my own elegant lingerie, hosiery and outfits including several pairs of high
heeled shoes, silicon breast forms and several wigs. She taught me many things about how to behave more feminine. Unfortunately, to my great regret our relationship came to an abrupt end when she informed me that she had found another man with whom she had
fallen in love. I was extremely disappointed and I asked her if the reason for terminating our relationship had been because I was more feminine than most women now but she replied that this was not the case and that she would remain extremely fond of me as
a person. I was absolutely heartbroken as I had not only lost my lover I had also lost my soulmate and dearest friend.
Suffice to say with Karen’s help and encouragement I am who I am and I have come to terms with the fact that I do not wish to change and I am happy being a fully fledged transvestite. I do not think that I am a transsexual though, I do have thoughts from time to time where I have fantasised about having my own breasts and a vagina to replace my male genitals, but this is as far as it has gone.
Over the years I have grown in confidence so much so that I occasionally meet up with some “girls” in a local pub just to have a chat and take the opportunity to go en femme. It is great fun and an exhilarating experience walking down a street knowing full well that you are attired in all things feminine.
Over the years I have built up quite an extensive wardrobe and I have to say that I am quite finicky when it comes to the female clothes that I both buy and wear. I have really expensive tastes so I have many designer label dresses, suits, lingerie and high heel shoes. I really do love wearing elegant and sexy clothes.
I openly visit shops and go out socially dressed as a woman, which is great fun. I would not change anything in my life; I am now fully at ease with myself and enjoy at every opportunity being the woman that I truly am.
Lots of Love,
Davina
It started around the age of 12 i wanted to were heels especialy boots then I got into wearing pantyhose and so on
Maybe im transgendered if i new then what i know now maybe i would have tansitioned then Im now 51, I always wear pantyhose
and heels(boots) with my male clothes
Maybe i just love women so much that sometimes i would like to be one.
Stephanie
I had early intimations that I was different. In nursery school, they taught us how to bow and curtsy. I wanted to cirtsy wioth the girls. Everyone thought I was just being a clown.
In grade 1, I came home crying because I didn’t want to have to wear grey charcoal suits when I grew up, like the father in “Dick and Jane” readers. My mother told that lumberjacks wear colorful clothes. That’s what Monty Python said too.
When I started puberty, I felt like my feelings were becoming duller, while the girls seemed to be becoming more intense and vibrant. We had just moved to the USA, and the older boys were going from high school to Vietnam. Few of them questioned that. They were so ruled by duty and public expectations. I didn’t want to be like them, but I wound up joining the army anyway.
It has been a long journey.
When I got on your Flat 2 Fem program, it felt like I had finally gotten my feelings back. Your estrogen tea, seemed to contain something that I had been missing and craving for decades.
Thank-you again, Lucille.
I knew I was different at a very young age. When I was 4 or 5 I knew that I wanted to be and live life as a girl. I am now 54 years old and still feel the same only thing is I want to do what I can to make myself more female but do not have the money. I want to use your flat to fem program but again I do not have the money to spare. I have a ten year old daughter whom knows nothing of my crossdressing. I want to tell her but don’t want to scare her.
There was a girl that lived next door to me when I was about ten she was very pretty and was about 16. One day I got sick at sick and her grandmother came and picked me up . When we got back to her house she told me to lie on her granddaughters bed to rest. She went to the store and was gone about an hour. I was in the very room of my dreams I got up and went to the closet I tried on some of her clothes and I knew right then and there I was a girl stuck in a male body. Sad thing is I was never able to do anything about it.hence I am still stuck as a girl in a male body. BTW she went missing a pair of slides wonder if she ever found out who took them!!!!
Hi ladies
As far back as I can remember I have always felt that I was a girl. I stayed with my grandparents growing up because my parent worked and my grandmother knew that I was different. She raised three girls and one boy, so seeing the signs that I was more of a girl than a boy was clear to her. I would cry and tell her about how I felt and she would hug me and say “It will be ok hun”. Because of her understanding she became my best friend growing up. She would by dolls, girls toys, and girls cloths for me to wear while I was staying with her during the day when I was out of school. We would play dress up and have pretended tea parties together all the time. As I got older she thought me how to sew, knit, Quilt, cook, and clean. All these were what a young woman should know, and bought me my first training bra. I would have to change before granddaddy got home because he was determined to turn me into a man. He tried hunting, fishing, working on cars but I was never interested. Grandmother kept all my girl things hid from him due to this. When she died it killed me because I had lost the only person that understood me. My mom was told by my grandmother before she died about me, and she tried to be understanding and help me but there would never be another person like me grandmother till I married my wonderful wife 15 years ago. She is my cheerleader, girlfriend, sister and my wife who I love very much.
Thanks
Christina