Oh, age 22-23 was my (first) year in skirts and dresses. I really didn't have an opportunity before that growing up in a house full of boys. I wasn't trying to pass as female, I wasn't and am still not interested in cross-dressing per se, or men, or doing it for some kind of thrill. I was experimenting with the sexual-politics of gender specific clothing. Or just trying to piss off the head of my department which worked quite well. Anyway, plenty of people told me I looked good and eventually it became accepted within my peer group that that was just the way he dresses. So, eventually landed the girl I was interested in with a ridiculously expensive pair of Armani jeans and moved on to the real world and a new job where I didn't feel so inclined to experiment with gender specific clothing. My dalliances with gender bending left as another unsuccessful grad-school experiment.
Oh! I swear sometimes, I must be the last person on earth to realize that I'm transgender.
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