I was raised in an all female household. Mama, Aunt Jane, my older sister, and two older girl cousins. So naturally I wanted to be just like the older kids. Mama and Aunt Jane were old school hippies so we spent most of the summer naked playing in the sun. I knew I was shaped different but was always treated the same as the girls. We were very poor so my clothes consisted of hand-me-downs from the older girls until I started school. Even then it was panties, jeans, and t-shirts which are basically neutral. My body developed androgynious so I could pass with very little effort. Now in my 40s I have lost the war with body hair so it is obvious that I am a male in female clothes. I identify as gender non-conformal, meaning that I dress male or female about equally. I married a dominate woman so I never know which I will be on any day until I step out of the shower and see what she has laid out for me to wear. Fortunately I work in a government office with a strict non-discrimination policy.
