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
-very early pre schoool payed with a neighbor girl who hated her dresses that her mother made her wear. So we changed clathes me th gfirl and she in mine.
Then in my early rteens it reall got serious I loved girls ‘s games skipping rope opxie anfd playing board gmes with girls and cut outs dolls and their clothes were a constant form of play for me..
I played all the boys sports as well.
I would puton my sister in laws skirts quite often then and shoes andsmoemaeke up
Then whilein the service I would hange clothes nad uniforms withthe women theyh thought it great fun I loved it.
I collected clothing all through my ealy twenties and my first marriabg she =didn’ like it.
Jooined a cd group when divorced and hadfun going to dinner at other cd houses with other coupled dates,
Mad my ow dresses and had girlfriends who shopede iwth me finally to help me learn.
And I’ve been atit ever since.
I knoew I was really a girl when I was 4 or 5 years old I have been dressing every cance I get except when I was 8 was the only year I didn’t. But I have alway considered my self as female espiclay when I reached my teens.
Hi Lucille,
When I was 6, I feel a sensual and stranger pleasure when my uncle gave me a sandal more feminine than masculine one. I remember that I enjoy it. Later, I was 8 and I wear my mother’s shoes and It was delicious but I didn’t why I enjoyed it. In reality it was a female that live in myself since my born birth.Someday, when I was 8 yet, my mother wore me with her nightgown and covered me with a blanket because I was febrile. At that moment I felt me enjoyable.When I was 14 years old I stole my cousin’s panties and I went to the college with it ones.After that I start to use my mother’s dresses,her make up, and so on. I was married and I started to use my wife’s dresses and her make up too. This is my grate secret. Nobody knows who am I. I wanna be a female because I’m a female. I am suffering a lot. People here in Brazil have a strong prejudice and it is my great probleme.I have a gender disfory code F.64.8. The Gender Care Clinical gave me this dhiagnostic. A have to start my feminization by hormone therapy because I’m so much old though I’m so much healthy. Sorry, about my image.Lucille, I love you so much. I like you. You’re my best friend.
Love,
Rafaela
At a Thanksgiving get-together with all the family – grandparents, mother, uncles, aunts, cousins, the inevitable question and answer. I think I remember everyone laughing. My mother wanted a girl. She always kept her lipstick in the bathroom cabinet, I think just for me. She must have noticed it was constantly used. Wore her dresses up in the attic through my teens.
My earliest realization that I was a girl came to me when I was 4 or 5 years old. I remember feeling very different from boys my age, I wasnt into the same things, for example while the boys wanted to play with cars,and get dirty and pick on girls, I wanted to be with the girls, playing house, and dolls and especially with barbies. Of course I was never allotted the time or ability to really play with the other girls as much because my parents kept trying to encourage me to do boy stuff, and I didnt like it, but I was forced into it. After about age 10 or 11 however, I fought very personal and emoitionally to express that I was a girl, I threw away all my boy under clothes and surrounded myself as much as possible with girly things to try and feel normal. My parents never liked or supported that, they took away from me the things I would get for myself, I had bought my own bras, girls underwear, dolls and even dresses and stuff, my parents threw them away and punished me telling me I was perverted and wrong, and that I was not supposed to be doing that. I am approaching 30 years old and I am still working on being more feminine, but I no matter how much I got tortured and made fun of and rejected I was for doing this I am still a woman, and I am taking steps to make that a perminent and vibrant fact of my life, I enjoy being a girl!
It wasn’t knowing I was a girl so much as envying my sister’s pretty things, wondering why I couldn’t find a good reason to play with boys when they played ‘physically’ / rough, why I wasn’t interested much in what they wanted to do, and why I just didn’t fit in as a boy from early days at school. Why did I have to “be a boy” in everything? I was feeling left out by the age of 10, borrowing clothes by 13. A single-sex grammar school didn’t help, so my outlets were music and more geeky interests. Being very individualistic was my way through. Me, a girl? It just wasn’t a possible thought in my world. I just felt different from everyone else and had no frame of reference for it.
I first started crossdressing at about 4 or 5 years. I was with my sister and she was trying on a dress and noticed me watching with intrigue. She asked if I wanted try on a dress and I said without hesitation “yes”. She did my hair and makeup and then we both modeled for the cameras. Now I have a closet of dresses and lingerie enough to start a store.
i was 5 or 6 years old when i first felt that i was different from boys. i did’nt want to play with cars and trucks, toy guns, or whatever, i wanted to play with dolls and dressing up, having tea parties and doing “girly” things, but the girls i knew then would’nt let me play with them. i did’nt fit in anywhere.