My first experience with my true gender identity? It's really hard to pin that one down because I very gradually shifted from being a fake male into the real me over a period of a few years. I was an older transitioner in my 40s when that happened.

If pressed I'd say the first experience with my true gender identity was the first time I tried on some heels and a skirt. Wearing those just felt right, and I started to realize that what was happening with me might be more than simply wanting to cross dress.

My first experience identifying as female, was around 5'ish too, although I used to cry at night from 4 because I really wanted to be a girl; so I grabbed my mum's nighty and then laid in bed a tried shaving my legs... why? had no hair? Can't even think where I would have got that idea from...

L Katy

From as early as I can remember I always enjoyed playing with my sisters friends (dolls, house, you name it) and never had any guy friends (I cant remember playing with any boys) then when I was like 8 I saw a Star Trek where Kirk switched bodies with a woman and thought that was the coolest thing ever and wished I could really do that and started thinking what it would be like to be a girl or any of the girls in my classes at school and would fantasize about how great it would be but that was in the 70s and other then Billy Jean King I had never really heard of anyone becoming a woman so I just ignored it and kept moving on but over the years its gotten to the point that when ever I see a woman in a picture, movies or anything I really, really want to be them and cant stand seeing myself in pictures or the mirror as I know in my head that its not me

I never had sisters, just brothers, I always wanted to play the "damsel in distress bits" (you come and rescue me when playing) or "I'm the nurse", it just felt natural, but as I grew up I just had to try and be who I wasn't... Like you I never really mixed well with the boys/men, always opting for strong BFF type relationships with the girls; that has been true right through my life.

Good point Emily, forgot all about Billie Jean King and her work around Gender equality, and of course the furore around Martina Navratilova coming out...

L Katy

I can't remember the first time I experience wanting to be a girl, it's just something I've felt since I was about 6. I do remember once when I was about 6 I saw a girl with hair down to her waist and thinking to myself "wow, I want to look like her!!" xx

Very early around 4 or 5 I remember playing with my friend (boy) and dressing up as the damsel in distress to be rescued by my knight in shining armor and carried off in bliss.....of course it was all played for laughs as 'that wasn't  what boys are supposed to do'.... I Always loved the smell and feel of my mothers clothes and wished I could  wear them every day and can always remember feeling so sad that I couldnt  fill her bras and slips naturally....
As a teenager I had a couple of close girlfriends who hinted to me that they suspected something about me but I just blew it off and told them they were wrong.....and kept hiding......!!
I've been hiding for too long now and it's time for the woman to live....
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Quote from: Picklehorse on April 23, 2015, 07:08:40 AM
It's the first memory I can recall actually, probably because of the associated shame I was made to feel back then.  When I was 4 years old and was in pre-school, I was caught arguing with a girl over who got to wear the high heels in the fancy dress box. Teacher: "Those aren't for boys!"

I basically had the same experience. Except it was the girls that told me I had to be the Dad or the Doctor. So I had two choices. Play with the girls and their rules or play with the block bully Leonard.

Quote from: Hannah Samira on April 28, 2015, 08:12:06 PM
. I do remember once when I was about 6 I saw a girl with hair down to her waist and thinking to myself "wow, I want to look like her!!" xx

Me too. but mine was a redhead with darling freckles and long luxurious hair. We are still friends today, 60 years later. And she still looks fine. My wife blew a gasket when we rediscovered ourselves on Facebook. But she (my wife) doesn't speak about my crossdressing.