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 do not remember a time when I did not think of myself as a girl, I took every opportunity I could to wear my friends’ clothes when we played together.
When I became aware of the difference between boys and girls I started to ask my mother when my penis was going to go away so I could be like the other girls, she explained that I was a boy and could never become a girl.
As my circle of girl friends diminished (due to a boy not being welcome) I became very depressed, I still knew that I was a girl but I also knew that I was not going to grow up to become a woman.
You are really beautiful and yes, it is a challenge at times. If it is been part of your life, it will always be there and never go away
You are wonderfully feminine & pretty Carol.
from my early age i found out myself that i had a girlish character so one day i started wearing my sisters dress and putiing make up so i found a girl in me and i brought her out
May be at 12 one day in my school it was annual day function at that time a programme i was asked to perfom a role of a women the time came i saw in my mirror i found a girl hiding in me i thought to bring her out but i was not able but after i saw girls character slowly attached me whenever i talk to my school girls and mates but one day i started wearing my sisters dress and make up the time came when i brought the little girl out she was so cute so one day when i was 18 i finnaly visited this website in an accident and then i started my female journey by the time i was left for studies out of town i was more a girl after getting those instructions from the web site only when i go home for vacation i need to be masculine whenever i reach to my college other than college hours i was more female but the day started i became Girly from there the journey starts and till today i ve not given up my Favorite FEMME
Maybe 8-10
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t feel feminine. From my earliest memories, I was trying on my mom’s clothes, in private, in the bathroom. I didn’t have a sister. I tried to be masculine on the outside, but it never felt right, it never felt like me.
As I got older, I started buying women’s clothes from catalogs. Now I use the internet. I remember looking at catalogs as a child, while all the other boys were looking at the women (an early form of Playboy I suppose) I was looking at what they were wearing, and imagine myself wearing the same clothes.
By 5 or 6 I knew I had a feminine side (Back then I called it my girl self). I remember playing with dolls and thinking that when I grow up I will be more like Mommy. I was not into masculine things per say, but I was into math and science. By the time I was 10 years old, I knew I wanted to be a girl.
I first really become aware of it when I was about 8. I knew even before that that something was wrong and I was in therapy most of my life for depression and adjustment issues but it seems I never had the courage to say simply “I am a girl!” I never had any real friends in life and I always wanted to do all the things that all the girls were doing. I envied my sister and wanted to be around her and her friends all the time but.. I was a boy:(
I did all the things that little boys were expected to do but could never be happy. I wanted to be a psrt of life but I never could fit in with the role of being a boy. I was a girl and had to live up to being a boy, which I sucked at. I have spent the last twenty five years in hiding, searching, and only having the chance to be me when I was alone. I tried every thing I could to cope but no matter how much I tried I just could no be happy. I only felt good when I was alone and could get into moms makeup and my sisters clothes. I have never been able to make real friends and I am now 33 and no closer to becoming the woman I am except for the fact that I am finally talking about it and actively looking. I have had no luck finding the help I need and I live in an area where transgender is comparable to unicorns and flying pigs. I know what I want and that it is possible but I have had so much trouble living this life that I could never create the means to accomplish my goals. Life as a woman is hard enough in this world without being stuck in the body of a man and being unable to live with yourself. Suicide attempts were common in my teen years and I have lived pretty much isolated and alone. Courage is a thing that I am finally learning to use and it is because of those of you who had the strength to show the world that our bodies should not define us. It is who we are that we should define ourselves by and hopefully someday I will be as much a woman in body as I am in my heart. I want the radiant woman I am to be seen by the world and finally be able to look at myself and say This Is Me and I Am A Beautiful Woman. I just hope that I can stay strong because this is hard for me and if it weren’t for the chance to freely speak how I feel right now, the world may never be given the opportunity to meet me.
I first really become aware of it when I was about 8. I knew even before that that something was wrong and I was in therapy most of my life for depression and adjustment issues but it seems I never had the courage to say simply “I am a girl!” I never had any real friends in life and I always wanted to do all the things that all the girls were doing. I envied my sister and wanted to be around her and her friends all the time but.. I was a boy:(
I did all the things that little boys were expected to do but could never be happy. I wanted to be a psrt of life but I never could fit in with the role of being a boy. I was a girl and had to live up to being a boy, which I sucked at. I have spent the last twenty five years in hiding, searching, and only having the chance to be me when I was alone. I tried every thing I could to cope but no matter how much I tried I just could no be happy. I only felt good when I was alone and could get into moms makeup and my sisters clothes. I have never been able to make real friends and I am now 33 and no closer to becoming the woman I am except for the fact that I am finally talking about it and actively looking. I have had no luck finding the help I need and I live in an area where trans