I was about three or four and i had some friends over to play and I'd gotten into mums drawers and had tried on her pantyhose and then tried to hide behind the curtain when i heard her coming! This was not the last time that I'd be into her drawers it always made me feel nice to be wearing the nice silky clothes...

Probably about 4 - i remember my sister reading " Charlotte's Web" to me and feeling very feminine. For some reason, i had a fuzzy yellow pajamas that were girlish, and i remember thinking - "i am definitely a girl"

Later in kindergarten, i immediately wanted to hang with the girls and play in the play kitchen.

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being on estrogen I just went through a lot of tissue reading about Janet Mock's wedding

It is called toilet paper here. Always have a roll on my desk.

Hmmmm, have to say about 6 give or take a year. Just didn't feel "right" and of course such issues were never raised in the late 50's and into the 60's/70's

I would rather play with the girls because they always needed another to play house with or turn a skipping rope and no questions. I wasn't good at sports and because I felt better around girls, grade school until we moved was a living hell for me with the bullies.

If they could only see me now. (LOL)

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I remember the time when i was about 4 years old playing with my mothers old barbie dolls, wich went over in playing dress up with the girl next door, till my father got wind of it and tried to beat it out of me,

that and my pluche animal collections from age 3 to about when i was 18 ><.

and like archlord i didnt fit in with any of the boys. some how i always had a easy times making friends with girls

I was 3 when I put on my moms makeup and I was 6 when I asked a friend if I could wear her babushka and did. about 8or 9 we went to the Museum of science and industry . I asked my mom if she wanted to see the dollhouse display and I was very disappointed when it was not lit up. played with girls tried jump roping but I am bad at any and all sports loved playing hop scotch whenever we went to a girls house I wanted to play with dolls when 12 I wanted to wear maternity clothes. even I'm 73 I cannot go to a store selling tampons without wishing I needed to wear them or if I see a pregnant woman on the street I wish I was her. i read somewhere that crossdressers do it first near puberty and ts's start out early. when my mom and I went shopping in Logan Square(Chicago) I would always peek into the 3 sisters store enjoying the beautiful blouses, skirts and dresses

4th or 5th grade. Told a gf I wished I was a girl.

I don't know what age I was but I was in a very large daycare.  I guess I was still young enough that we had accidents at nap time.  This was before health codes so the daycare furnished underwear and you would wear them home, your mom would wash them and you would bring them back.  All I really remember about the whole thing is they were out of boys underwear and told me I would have to wear girls panties.  I didn't understand what it meant at the time but suddenly things felt right.

I was around 5 when I told my male friend from down the street that I wish I was a girl. We used to walk around the neighborhood holding hands My mom tried to stop me from seeing him, didn't work. He was pretty tall

When I was little, I had the biggest eyes for everything my mother had. I remember at around age three, I took my mothers red lipstick and applied it on my lips ... and everywhere else.

My mom caught this and washed my face off- I think she was more upset that I used her favorite lip.

My earliest memory of wanted to be a girl was when I was about 5, I only wanted to play house with the girls and I wanted to be the mommy.

Remember I would always wonder what it was like to wear a pretty dress.

At the age of 14, I tried on a pair of black pantyhose and something felt right.. after years of denial and hiding in the shadows, wearing pantyhose when I could, at the age of 19, I wore a dress for the first time and it felt like I was destined to wear clothing like that. That night I wore panties and bra also for the first time. That night i become a serious crossdresser. I also started therapy to explore my feelings and realized that 5 year old, knew that I was a girl.. The rest as they say is history.

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My earliest memory of wanted to be a girl was when I was about 5, I only wanted to play house with the girls and I wanted to be the mommy.

Remember I would always wonder what it was like to wear a pretty dress.

At the age of 14, I tried on a pair of black pantyhose and something felt right.. after years of denial and hiding in the shadows, wearing pantyhose when I could, at the age of 19, I wore a dress for the first time and it felt like I was destined to wear clothing like that. That night I wore panties and bra also for the first time. That night i become a serious crossdresser. I also started therapy to explore my feelings and realized that 5 year old, knew that I was a girl.. The rest as they say is history.

I've always loved pretty dresses

It's really extraordinary how you can almost see the same story unfold, just different names and places.

...and my story is no different.  1st memory is 4 years old at my day-care and they had little outfits for girls and boys.  I gravitated to the green sequined dancer outfit.  Being so little, details are fuzzy, but it felt like the adults just thought it was 'amusing' for a little boy to wear that, I suppose.

After coming out years ago as trans, my mother connected the dots and told me that even before I was 4 that she had to scold me to stay out of my sister's clothing drawers.  This was too early for me to have solid memories about myself.

So yeah... I guess I've been a girl before I could even remember.

It wasn't an issue for me until I was 11.  Before that I wasn't exactly like everyone else but I didn't connect it to gender in my mind.   


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I was interested in the concept of being a girl, or at least becoming a girl, since before fifth grade. I didn't actually learn that transgender even existed until I was in eighth grade, and I didn't realize I might be transgender until tenth grade. Even after that, the first time I crossdressed was when I was nearly 16. I'm almost 18 now, and I'm only now starting to express myself as feminine.

It is amazing how we are all so similar.

My first memory would be around 5 I believe.  My mother took my brother and I to my Aunt's house to swim.  My cousins were girls.  We went swimming in our underwear.  My Aunt offered my mother 2 pairs of panties for us, my brother refused to put them on, I was more than happy to wear them.  I remember not wanting to give them back.

I often played more with the girls, hopscotch, jump rope, cats in the cradle, etc. than I ever did with the boys.

As the years progressed and I got older I found old clothes in the basement of my mother's and I would try on pantyhose, panties, bras, old shorts, etc.  I loved the clothes, wished they'd fit right.  I especially loved when they'd flatten me out between the legs. 

Puberty hit, and I remember wondering if I was going to get breasts when my pecs started to form.  I was excited and scared... excited because I wanted breasts, but scared of what everyone would say. 

I hated when my body hair came in, shaved it off.  Eventually convinced myself I needed to stop and just be a man.

I bought male underwear as feminine as I could, grew my hair long.  Was often mistaken for a woman.  I often dreamt of being a woman, but being that I grew up before the Internet I didn't have much exposure to LGBT resources.  I was often accused of being gay due to my feminine qualities, and overly sensitive emotional states (for a boy).

Years continuing to go by, I got married.  Confessed to my wife I like to wear panties, etc.  She's OK with that, but not much else.  So I've worn panties forever, and I've bought and worn girls jeans at times.

I've done more dressing in private but cannot wear everything I wish to, as she's not really OK with it.

Over the years there are times when I've thrown it all away and swore up and down I'll stop shaving my body, and just accept being male, but I always end up going back and buying new panties, and clothes.

I've always fought and fought to subdue my feminine side, but it seems as I get older it gets harder.  At this point (41 yrs old) I'm tired of fighting it, but I am afraid of the ramifications of accepting it.

I've got three children and a wife who mean the world to me.  I am aware I'm likely to lose my wife, as she's expressed over the years, when she has asked me if I want to be a woman, that she's not interested in being with a woman, but I don't want to lose my children.

I never had cross-gender identification as a young child though I did experience cross-gender behavior such as cross-dressing in my mom's clothes.

My first cross-gender identification happened early this year in May 2015 when I was 28 years old. I had an epiphany one day and started thinking of myself as a trans woman rather than a cross-dressing male. I took a bath and kept repeating to myself "I am a woman. I am a trans woman". It felt soooo right to finally find a label that perfectly captured my deepest desires that had been hidden away in the recesses of my mind for 28 years. But I was scared ->-bleeped-<-less about what this meant because if you start googling about trans women you will mainly just find horror stories.

1st time was when I was 13 & it was 2 days before Halloween. We had just moved in to a new city & apt complex. I bugged Mom to get me a costume. She said that all our money was used for rent & deposits. The day of Halloween I bugged her again. It was around 4pm. She shot back "If you want to trick or treat, you can wear one of Shasta's dresses (my sister 16 months older) & go as a girl" Well, You could have painted me blue & be naked, & I would have gone as naked Smurf, for free candy. So I said OK. Mom handed me a bottle of Nair & told me to shower. She set out one of Shasta's bras & panties. After drying off, I put on the underwear & Mom sat me down, put me in a dress, put falsies in the bra. She then applied makeup & a hair piece. I did look like a girl! At 6 or so she handed me a paper sack & threw me out the door. The cold air hitting my Naired body was weird as was the lipstick & mascara! Thoughts ran thru my head 'What if someone sees me?' I took a deep breath & said 'Silly, no one knows youre a guy' I Then went trick or treating. It was kind of fun wearing Shasta's clothes, the tug of the bra straps & the falsies was kind of interesting. About 8 or so I went home. I totally forgot I was 'en femme' & walked into the apt. There was Mom, Shasta & 2 girls I didn't know. Shasta looks at me & Mom saves the day by saying "Maureen, Aunt Jean will be by to pick you up in the morning. Did you have fun?" Shasta caught on & said "Share the candy" I dumped the candy, took a few candy bars & went in my room. Later Shasta came in & joked /sneered "Don't want my clothes back " Not sure what I did w/ them afterwards. Maybe during one of my purges. Funny thing is that Shasta has been the most supportive of all my sisters.   

that's a good story

The stuff I don't recall comes from my folks. As a baby when I first held a bottle my pinky went up! Still does. But the first real clues were that in nursery school and kindergarten all my friends were girls.

From my own recollections: I wanted to do ballet once around then (3 or 4) and talked my Mom into taking me to the Y where my friends were taking classes. The woman there told me that I could join in, but I would be the only boy. I didn't mind. She told me that boys don't wear tutus and that I would be in black tights and a white t shirt. I got sullen and refused to participate further, especially after she suggested a sport.

I also remember being taunted by boys for being with the girls, playing with their dolls etc.

My favorite memory is being at my best friend's house in the first grade (5 or 6) We had been watching Voltron, her favorite show. We went fo a snack in the kitchen and I heard her Mom on the phone saying " You know my Katie she's a little tomboy" I turned to Katie and said "that's what I am! A tomboy!" Katie agreed. I guess that was when I first really knew.