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
As early as I can remember age 8-10 or so. I wore my sisters clothes when I could. When playing at one of the neighborhood girls home, I allowed her to dress me in her pretty clothes. Around 15 or so, I baby sat from 3-11 a neighbors children. After they went to bed, I explored her lingerie drawer on multiple occasions. A girlfriend in college insisted I wear lace panties (her previous lover cheated on her) .. “Anything for you, Sweetheart”. Several months later, she caught me wearing the matching bras, slip, hose and heels in her apartment. She called me a pervert and broke off the relationship. The next day her girlfriend showed up at my door with a trash bag full of all the lingerie my suddenly ex-girlfriend had just thrown out because I had worn them. Call me was all she said as she handed me the bag. I was her lesbian gurl-friend for 2 years. She coached my early feminization. I met and married a woman who knows about but refuses to participate in my feminization. 2 daughters and 7 grandchildren later we are still together.
started wearing my sisters clothes about age 10, until I was told by my mother to stop it! so then I would wewar pantys I would sneak out of the wash. when I got married, I started wearign my wife’s panties and slacks from time to time. she didn;t say anything…I think she just looked the other way. when she passed away several years ago, I started wearing some of my wife’s old clothes, then gradually started adding clothes to my closet. Now I dress as much as I can!
When I was young, I remember being attracted to my mom’s clothes & makeup. I remember one time when I was 4 or 5, my parents were having a party, so I went into their bedroom & tried on my mom’s lipstick and shoes. She caught me & took me out to show everyone who said I looked very pretty (I guess to embarass me). My older sister says she used to dress me up in her dresses when I was young (but I don’t really remember that).
When I was 7 or 8, we used to go to my grandparent’s place. Their daughter (my aunt) was about 15 and was a very feminine girl. Sometimes my parents & grandparents would leave and they would let me stay alone at their place. That gave me a chance to try on her dresses, shoes, & makeup which felt heavenly (but I was a little scared they would come home & catch me, but never did).
After that, I always tried on women’s clothes & makeup whenever I had a chance, but always felt I had to do it “in the closet”.
I’ve always thought about wanting to be a woman, but I never had the nerve to take hormones other than what I’ve found from your emails Lucille (which I have developed to about a B cup size), because I was afraid of what others would think about me.
In the mid-eighties, I used to go up to San Francisco and either go shopping or go to CD groups dressed up, but in the last 10 years or so I’ve become less adventurous because I feel I’ve lost a lot of my physical femininity.
Anyway, at this point in my life (I’m 59 & have always been single), I have more female clothes than men’s, and usually tend to wear women’s things at home. I do love my femininity!
I was 6 when I realized I wanted to be a girl. But was not safe enough to tell anyone for 50 some years.
Than I told my daughter son mother and sister. Now I am transitioning after ffs surgery I am getting electrolysis. Within a year hope to be post op. I am 61 years old and look in my 40’s after facial surgery. I am glad I can be who I am and not what religion says I should be. Thanks. Elia
I was 6 when I realized I wanted to be a girl. But was not safe enough to tell anyone for 50 some years.
Than I told my daughter son mother and sister. Now I am transitioning after ffs surgery I am getting electrolysis. Within a year hope to be post op. I am 61 years old and look in my 40’s after facial surgery. I am glad I can be who I am and not what religion says I should be. Thanks. Elia
Hi, Lucille,
Look me in this pic. Here, I was 14 years old when I stole my cousin’s panties and I went to the college with its under my uniform, Look my lips and my face. At this age my feminization could be excellent, do you agree? So, you have me in two moments of my life.
Love,
Rafaela
My earliest memory of when I felt different some how was around age 5, being raised by my father and grandparents in the late 40’s early 50’s it wasn’t a subject that was talked about, but I can remember always trying to hang around my grandmother who I learned to cook and sew from, I would be forced to go out and play with boys which I never liked to do. It was in the 70’s before I first acted on my inner feelings,I would dress in private up to around 1983 when I sought out my first therapist who diagnosed me as being a TS and started HRT, I have been living full time as female for more than 15 years and I can say its the happiest I have been in my life. I only regret I have is that I didn’t start earlier
Hello,
My first realization was wanting to be a Flory Dory Dancing Girl when I watched an episode of Our Gang at the age of five. But when I dressed as a girl I felt that this is who I should be. That I was not really a boy. This to say the least was highly discouraged in the late sixties. Well skip ahead here to the age of nine dressing as a girl had stopped for a few years now but one day I could not resist the urge and yes for those years I resisted it. Well I went to it, using my sister’s clothes and their makeup and when I was done I saw not a nine year old boy but a nine year old girl.
I was so stunned that I could only look at the reflection. Putting on the make up and dressing I was so focused on doing each task at hand that I really did not see the whole look until I was done. I went and got a few pictures of my sisters and held them up next to me one at a time and I could have been the sixth one. Then something came back to me, the feeling that this is who I really was. This is who I should be and how I should be dressed. It was an overwhelming sense of calm that I have never ever in my life before that moment felt.
Well I was caught dressed and fully made up and was made to feel low and ashamed and I was sent to a psychiatrist not to help me accept and guide me forward but to cure this sick depraved kid. Well I learned what the psychiatrist wanted to hear and said it back to him. This way I could go on with my life and not tell anyone. Needless to say that I had a bad time of it growing up and made bad choices on how to deal with it. The children today at least have a choice and support and I am glad that they will grow up with a chance for happiness and fulfillment that was not available to me at a young age. Now a days I concentrate on being the woman I was born to be and trying to live my life in a normal day to day way as Judy.