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
When I was 5 or 6 I had a neighbor girl that liked to dress me up as her girlfriend. I totally loved it and started doing little things at home with mothers clothing. By early teens I dressed fully with stuffed bra and a scarf on lipstick and her clothes and began taking walks dressed and even rode a transit bus dressed.
I was around eleven when I realized I had a feminine side . I loved wearing girls clothes and sexy satin and lace panties . I thought I was a weirdo and hid all this stuff , only wearing girls clothes in private . It was shortly after that I saw a picture of a transexual woman in an adult magazine , and it all made sense to me . There were others out there that were just like me . Little by little I perfected my look over the years and in high school began to get done up all the way more and more often . This is also when I found that I was curious about sex with a man as well . When I was dressed up , I wanted to do things with a man and be his naughty lover . I tried so many times to rid myself of my female side , but it just came back stronger and stronger . Even after diving into hyper-masculinity , I couldn’t shake being feminine and embracing Tonya as the real me . So , after many years of hiding her , I began to go out in public as Tonya and shopping for sexy clothes and explaining to the women helping me that the clothes were for me . I found that most were really cool with that and were eager to help . Going out for walks in a sexy outfit and watching all the guys turn their heads and gawk is so cool . A lot of times , even after they realize I am a crossdresser , they still give me the va-va-voom look . I know what they are thinking….and I know you girls know as well !!! To me , there is nothing sexier than being that sexy exotic woman that has something extra to offer . Trans women are the bomb when it comes to sexy ! I am now taking herbal supplements to naturally grow my breasts so I can have real ones . I am proud of being a trans woman and know that more men are seeking them everyday .
Age 4 and forward but kept Emily in a bottle for most of my life as I thought that i was nuts.Every day after 6th grade would sneak in to Woolworths to read another chapter of “Man In To Woman” about a person who had the surgery in Europe in the 30″s
Now that Emily is finally out I look back and realize that there was a reason that most of my playmates were girls. Also, that while trying to be macho, I still shyied away from contact sports.
1 good thing at my age is that nobody looks at an older woman and I can pass just about everywhere.
Ever since I can remember, I loved looking at women who had really long hair, & wished I could have long hair, but my mom always cut my hair every month to a butch haircut & it took her 1/2 hour to do it & I promised myself that when I grew up, I would NEVER cut my hair. I was a compliant child, so I never told anyone about my wishes. It never occurred to me that I could change to a girl, so it lay dormant for many years. (however in 1989 I quit cutting my hair, so its longer than my waist now). About 5 yrs ago, my wife quit wanting to have sex, so since I didn’t want to be unfaithful to her, I tried searching for other ways to satisfy my desire for sex. that’s when I discovered that taking female hormones would help curb the desire. I didn’t realize that the first thing the hormones did would give me the desire to be a woman. It took several months for me to come to terms with that, But the hormones have really made me want to be a woman. My wife dosent know that yet, but she has said that she wants me to gain weight, & learn to cry, so if I can gain weight on my boobs & butt & learn to cry, I think she will accept it. Esther
I can actually pin it down to about 7 because I remember the house we were living in at the time and we only lived there for about 6 months.
I had a fascination with women’s legs in nylons for as long as I can remember. My mother, noticing this fascination gave me some stockings to play with.
Then maybe a year or two later I began getting hand me down pantyhose as pantyhose was becoming more popular. I loved pantyhose once I learned how to put them on. They stayed up by themselves and I could even sleep in them at night.
At 13, the hand me down pantyhose was getting too small for me and I wanted some new sheer to waist pantyhose without runs or holes in them, so I began buying my own.
At 17, I shaved my legs and began wearing pantyhose out openly with shorts and just common drab attire. Men’s shorts were somewhat shorter than they are now and I cut mine even a bit shorter. I liked to shop for and buy pantyhose dressed like that.
One day around 19, a girl noticed I was wearing pantyhose while buying some. She seemed to find it interesting and began asking me about it. We became quite friendly and spent a lot of time together.
That fall she was a freshmen in college. There was a Halloween party. She suggested we go as a couple. Only I would be the girl and she would be the guy. This sounded really crazy, but we went out and bought some clothes for both of us. One of the dresses was pretty and fit nice. I liked it a lot The wig and bra were fine. I was really beginning to like how I looked. Make up was a challenge but with her help it turned out looking really good. Heels were dreadful, I could barely stand in them, let alone walk. She told me, “it’s not about comfort, it’s about looks”. When I saw how my legs looked in a mirror, I knew I had to wear heels. They completed the look. I wore them in the house and walked around in them as much as I could. After a few days they began getting comfortable. After a week they were fine.
Then came the Halloween party. I was nervous. I worried about how I would look to others or if I would get taunted or even assaulted. Turns out I was worried about nothing. I got lot’s if compliments. To top it off, I won the “sexiest costume” and “best legs award”. We also won “best couple theme”. I had a blast. It was such fun dressing up like that and getting all that attention and compliments.
I don’t know if these were my realization events, but they did make me realize how much I loved to dress. It wasn’t just pantyhose anymore.
I was fortunate in that I got to dress up many more times for other parties and I loved it every time.
Hi Lucille,
I am Dana,i am a male,well born that way.I grew thru the 70’s and saw Wonder Woman,charlie’s Angels,all good fem models.
Well in the 80’s is when i knew i was a girl more then a boy.The girls in my class always looked so hot,so sexy,and there clothes,wow,more colourful and sexy looking ove male clothing.
Then came the day’s where there were picture days or fancy dress up day,lol I called the church days.our finest clothes.
All the girls in nylons,pantyhose and skirts and dresses had me aching all day.
So when I hit 12,i say a pair of mom’s pantyhose laying around and for some reason I picked them up took them to my room and looked at them forever.I finally stripped out of my clothes i rolled those hose to the toes and placed mine inside them and pulled them up.The thrill of the pantyhose going up my leg cased on hell of a hard on,I wore about 20 mins,and felt so bad and quilty for what I just did.2 weeks later I tried them on in the morning and that was all it took,wore them with pride all day long.
That night in bed I felt naked without them.So had to put them on so I could sleep.
Then I started buying my own,it was fun,still enjoy it.Just the other day I was looking over fashion line and size in a hosiery store and other ladies approached me and the rack and grabbed a few and left in a hurry,the odd one paused and I would say wow that a great choice and they would stop and chat abit,we shared style and brands,and actually it was great,being treated as a equal.
I really want some help on makeup and that little extra push to get me out dressed,I want to enjoy life outside,shopping and walking around as the lady I should have been born as instead of this male body I have.
This is my first story that I ever wrote so please forgive my awkwardness.
Love Dana
i was fascinated by mum’s high heels and tried them on when i was little.I tried mum’s red lipstick and mum caught me.She wasn’t happy and chastised me, warning me never to do it again.I liked looking at women’s magazines.I would pretend to put makeup on like my mum in bed and imagine i looked glamerous.Those feelings made me realise i wasn’t like other boys.I guess i wanted to be a girl from early on.In the 50’s that was never going to happen.