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
It wasn’t until after my wife went through menopause and our sexual relations ended did I get involved in cross dressing. I started wearing panties. Maybe was a substitute for no sex with my wife. Something I could do to be closer to her…be more like my her. It was a turn on. Now I go out dressed quite often. Dressing gives me good feeling.
Paula
That’s a question that calls up a lot of memories. My self-image has been female as far back as I can remember. Even now, many decades later, when I think of my childhood I envision myself as a little girl. This self-perception came out a little poignantly one day in first grade when everyone was supposed to bring their favorite toy for “show-and-tell.” All the other boys brought cars, fire trucks, etc. The girls showed off their dolls or stuffed animals. When my turn came, I stood in front of the class displaying my little teddy bear and even told everyone what his name was. I was really surprised when the class broke out in a volley of laughter. The teacher tried to put a stop to it, but it felt to me that she would have joined in as well if she could have. Over the next few days I received a lot of unkind teasing and ostracism from the other boys. Obviously, it hurt, and I was quite aware of my being different from them, Still, I really didn’t regret having done what the teacher had assigned, even if it was a sign that I didn’t fit in, and I still don’t. But now I understand also that I was displaying the soft, maternal aspect of my psyche. Hugs and a peck on the cheek to everyone! Sylvia.
All the love on the world to you and your beautiful wife, and best of luck with your transition…..
I started wearing my Moms bra when I was about 10 years old, and used rolled up tissue to fill the cups…..and I thought I was the only boy in the world who felt like that! when I was 17 I went out with an older girl, she was 20, who loved dressing me up in her clothes, with wig and makeup, then we used to go out as two girls. For the two years we were seeing each other, I spent more time as a girl than a boy. I loved every second and felt more relaxed when I was a girl, and have done ever since. It was the same girl who “christened” me Jacqui, a name I use to this day.
Jacqui
I never attended school until age 9, mainly because my family was moving from one forest harvesting area to another. My dad was a logger. As a little person, I was always dressed as a girl, and played as a little girl. However, clothes didn’t really matter. Around age 7, even men and boys in the camps we lived in knew me as a girl, whether I wore a pair of boy’s pants, or a dress. They called me a girl, and I was always a girl. I never even thought of being a girl or a boy. I was just me – a girl.
Hi Lucille! I realized at around five or six years old that there was an incongruency in my gender. When I was about twelve or thirteen when I began to communicate to my parents that I felt like a girl. The reaction was not good. Physical and psychological abuse was their answer to my behavior. I learned to hide my feelings and dressing up as best as I could but always seemed to get caught. High school continued to be a difficult time. In college I thought I could reinvent myself by joining a fraternity and invest myself in manly pursuits. When this didn’t work, I joined the Marine Corps thinking that I would change. Denial was the rule of the day. When the Internet came along, I soon discovered that I wasn’t an alone “freak” like my parents dubbed me. I told my wife before we married and although she had a hard time at first…she eventually became supportive of my need to “get pretty”. Years of therapy has allowed me to come to terms with my identity. I am a woman! When my daughter graduates in four years, I will start hrt therapy and grs. My wife wants to stay with me and is very supportive although this has not been easy for her. We will relocate and start a new life together as the Eastern shore of Maryland is not the most open minded area. I try to focus on life day to day but my transition is long overdue. I am grateful for her support and would be lost without her! Take care and thank you for all that you do for us girls! Kristen
i knew when I was age five. I learned that girls got to wear frilly things and I had jeans and tee shirts. I learned that a satiny dress worn by a classmate was smooth and shiny. I envied the special treatment girls got was better than being a rough and tumble, boys don’t cry treatment. I loved the panties my sister wore they were so much better than my cotton briefs. I learned that girls could use the power they didn’t know they had to control me. A neighbor girl duped me when we were to play, you show me yours and I will show you mine. She made me take down my pants then hand them to her. Then she told me I was to show her mine before she would show me hers. She had me pull my underwear down then she took my pants and underwear. She laughed as she ran from the shed and dropped my pants and underwear in what seemed a mile away. She laughed and said if I were wearing panties like hers I would have been able to keep them on.
It never was obvious to me at an early age. In grade school I had a girl friend but it was never like a boy/girl kind of thing. It was like two girls having a friendship. I had a fascination for ballet clothes and dancing. It wasn’t until close to puberty when I began to question my identity as to definitely which I was. Before I was just me and never really self identified as really either, although I thought the girls were closer to me in what they liked.