Dear ChrissyRyan,
As a closeted cross-dresser my earliest memories were from maybe 5 or 6 (?) when I secretly enjoyed wearing my mother's slips and girdles (well THAT places me in time, doesn't it?). An only child in the country, I didn't have the opportunities that others mention of playful sisters or girls who were encouraging friends.
And from the "Standard Definitions" (which just don't seem right to me) I fit the "->-bleeped-<-" definition rather than the "cross-dresser" definition since there tends to be a strong sexual element when I "dress"and transform into my other self.
And the female part of me is happily content to remain hidden within, letting me get on with the day to day hassles of living. But she is always in the background and certainly does blossom when the right times come. We are friends, two entities sharing one body. Occasionally I consider the possibility of "reincarnation" with the two of us having been intertwined for eons.
So when did the "realization" of "transgender" arrive? Again, I fit the "standard definition" without really believing that I do since I believe in the "duality" of my existence - I am somewhat amused at the thought of one entity within desiring to overwhelm and destroy the other. We are dear friends and appreciate what the other does for us.
So there's my experience for you to reflect upon. Love, Caroline.