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 first realized I was a girl at age 10. when my older sister let me hang out with her and her friends. I always thought my sister was the greatest we were very close I could tell her anything. She was the first person I ever told that I wanted to be a girl. She helped me out a lot with the right outfit and makeup. and we now me and her still have girl’s night out.
I began playing with my mother’s makeup when I was about six or so. A couple of years after that I tried on her clothes which were way too big but it felt good nonetheless. I began looking for clothes that might fit – neighbors, relatives, etc. When I was 12 or 13 I started dressing more and more and began collecting clothes. Purge and restart. Purge and restart. Get married yadda yadda yadda. Now I dress at every opportunity for as long as I can, going out in public whenever possible. Can’t pass, but I do it anyway!!
I started crossdressing when I was about 11 I think. I was baby sitting for a neighbor. The mom was hot and I went in to her room and tried some of her clothes on. I tried my moms clothes on after that. I continued to sneak around for years. I dabbled in some bondage as well. I knew I didn’t necessarily want to be full time, all though now I sometimes wonder, but I do like to try and pass now. I enjoy my primary lifestyle as a man which I think is what makes it exciting to cross dress now. Thanks for the tips. Anything I can do to look better as I get older helps.
When I was 14 and noticed my gorgeous feminine legs, then started having dreams while sleeping of being a girl, and dressing up as a girl. Then daydreaming of being a girl.
Wow so many other wonderful stories here. I am not sure mine is all that differnt. I knew when I was about 4. I started asking my mom lots of questions as I grew up about makeup, clothing, and such. She taught me to bake, and to cook. My dad wouldn’t let me have long hair and that really upset me. My mom knew I was differnt and I will miss her dearly. Something that did mess me up was that I was sexually molested from age 7 to 10. That made me push more for the boy stuff, but i still never fit in. Years passed with me wearing makeup when I could, and clothes too. Never feeling I fit in anywhere and the emotional damage done from being molested when i was young ended up in me attempting suicide twice. A third time later directly to the pain of not being the right physical sex. I had several fail marriages, but I am happily married now to a woman that is Bisexual and likes the idea of a lesbian relationship. I like women always have and some interest in guys if it is the right one…but I am now in my early 40s and am now coming out to everyone and proud of it. I think the strength I learned to get through what happened to me sexually has helped now to stand tall and proud. I may not be model or even really sexy, but I don’t care. I am finally happy, and I know there is much more happiness to come as my transition continues for life. I hope our world changes to be more tolorant and educated about those that are mentally trapped in the wrong bodies so they don’t have to wait so long to find peace and happiness. I look forward even in my 40s to someday actually use the right restroom without worry someone may see the wrong genital and freak out. Yes I hope to someday do the SRS so that in time I can be on the outside visually what I am inside.
Thanks Lucille!!! YOU ROCK
When I was 6 I remember loving all my little girlfriends and wanting to be so much like them.They treated me like a real friend. My aka Louise name is in remembering that very first little girl (Louise) who let me be me.
I started wearing my moms nylons girdle and shoes when I was 9 or 10 and never looked back.
Back in the 60 it would of been terrible to come out. My mom always Knew, I think. She died at only 43 years old. I miss her so much.She was always gentle and kind with me what seemed to be more than my five brothers. No sister, I was her girl?
Thanks for asking
Louise St John
from about the age of six
I knew that I was a girl at roughly age 43. At first my family accommodated me by buying me dolls, allowing me to put on make-up. Then at some time before the age of 5 it became “wrong” and I had to go into hiding with my feelings.