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 can say now that I have had a feminine side since before I was a teenager. It wasn’t able to grow much until my teen years.
As a teen, the roots sprouted and went dormant through repression and shame.
In my twenties the roots sprouted some more, but again repression and shame stunted my femme side.
It wasn’t until about the spring of 2013 that I realized my issues and began to let myself grow and bloom.
I have a long way to go. But the more I let my true self out, the better I feel about myself. The more I let my true self out, the more I realize that I have always been female. Granted, a female in hiding but I have always been female inside.
One day I will become the woman I was always meant to be.
My first interest in female clothing came when I was about five years of age when two of my aunt,s left their nylon stockings on display. I was obsessed by them ,how lovely they felt, so sensuous and sheer I could not resist touching them at every opportunity. It was in my teens that I realised I felt more of a girl than a boy but in that era before internet shopping was established it was difficult to for a male to buy intimate feminine clothing without being considered a pervert. It was a good number of years when I was in my mid twenties before I bought my first pair of panties and stockings. Once I had tried them on I was “hooked” . I could not resist buying complete sets of undies, dresses,shoes and everything a girl needed in order to look feminine. Over the years I resorted to living as a woman 24/7 in the privacy of my home. I often go out and on holiday completely ENFEMME. IT IS THE LIFESTYLE I HAVE CHOSEN AND IS THE MOST WONDERFUL THING IMAGINABLE. I have now disposed of most of my male attire keeping only a few items for emergency use.
I now have a wardrobe of over 100 dresses,suits , jackets and coats, vast numbers of sheer stockings and pantyhose, 200 plus pairs of high heels and numerous wigs, handbags , together with perfumery.jewellery and everything a girl needs to show off her femininity. The feeling of sublime extacy when swathed in nylon and lace is beyond anything I every experienced, I am ADDICTED,OBSESSED and CONTROLLED by my FEMININE SIDE WHICH NOW DICTATES HOW I LIVE. SHEER HEAVEN.
I think this last november(2014) a the age of 49.Still learning and in the process of, becoming the real me.been an interesting and fun adventure,realizing ‘,Not an girl and also being feminine at the same time.
Hi gurls, i allways used to dress in my mothers clothes at an early age, the boys i used to hang out with were bullies who used to tease me, allough they didnt know about my dressing.
At some point in time one of the bullies sisters took me under her wing and decided to look after me dressed me in some of her clothes done my longish hair (long for a boy anyway)and presented me back to the bullieswho laughed and laughed.
Soon after i left school and got a job(a male oriented apprenticeship) after a couple of years one of the guys asked me if i would like to go to the drive inn theatre with him and a few friends he said they would have a nice girl there who would take care of us so i said yes , when we arrived arrived there was allready a carload of guys with Kath in the back seat, it seems they wanted me to be there so they could all laugh at my little thing and they did especially Kath.
Soon Kath developed a swelling in her tummy and i was the only one who stood by her and we soon married,i then had an opportunity to dress in her clothes unknown to herthis has continued until the present day.
I am now only developing the courage to slowly come out, when out with Kath i wear a femminine watch , womens boots,femminine top , light makeup , and growing my hair out again and she has not even commented on my femminine appearance.
I am now in my sixties and i am slowly gaining confidence, i apolagise for the long winded life story.
Love Gemma.
I can not remember an age when I knew that I loved the feel and look of women’s clothing or the thoughts of being a woman. I can remember coming in from playing in the snow and my pants were wet. My mother had me put on a pair of lady’s zip in the back pants and told me to wear them backwards. I didn’t, mom made me take them off and turn them around. Then there was the morning mom took my aunt to work I I tried on an open bottom girdle with nylons. I was caught, mom hollered to get them off and said “if God meant me to be a girl He would have made me one”! This statement bothered me a lot. I stilled wore an open bottom girdle under my male pants, now believe me, open bottom girdles are hard to hide under pants. Later on I had a girlfriend who would buy me girls under wear which I would wear under my androgynous clothe while we dated, at times this was hot. I still love the feel of panties, nylons and bras under my clothes. I even found a set of breast forms at “Janet’s Closet” which allow a small protrusion and I wear anytime I have a bra on. My journey to discovery started when I was young and it continues today. I love the “secrets” that are shared here and especially the ones about feeling femme at all times.
At the age 4 or 5 made be sooner. Ever new school year we went shopping for new school cloth. I aways went to girls department. mom would have to drag me away from girl cloth.Than came my birthday but no luck with girls cloth.Always ask for Easter dress .they were and is today very pretty cute Easter dress and the shoe.One more hope Christmas.But not girls cloth. just a bb gun.
I first knew, I was different at age 4, I always would try on Moms panties and bra and dresses.It was very natural to me at the time and as I would watch Mom more , I wanted to then try everything , stalkings, makeup, perfume, wigs and even as far as kotex pads. Yes, I wanted to be just like Mom, not Dad or my brothers. At first ,I thought I was sick and something was wrong with me and then each day I felt compelled to get dressed in Mommys clothes but had to keep it hid from everyone. Mom caught me a few times and yelled at me, so I knew I had to keep this practice hid. So now ,they come out with computers , and I find out I am transgendered and still dress to this day and would like to come out and live my life as female and be complete. Yes, I should have been born a girl, because I knew at the age of four , that I really liked being a girl and I am sorry my parents didnt raise me as a girl. Someday soon I want to write an autobiography about my escapades as a young girl trapped in a boys body and hope I could find a publisher to help me.
I remember cuddling my mum’s nylon slip at about 3, and she said i used to wear her nighties. Later i always played with the girls at shool, (my teacher asked me why at age about 7). All my life i have felt that i have been thinking and solving problems more like a woman on many, but not all occasions. The thought of having my own breasts appeals more and more and i love weaing bras, but did not try it till i was 38. So, androgyne rather than a woman?