Quote from: tinkerbell on June 26, 2006, 02:03:08 AM
I first told my mom that I wanted to be a girl when I was three years old.  Of course she was upset but didn't actually take me seriously then until a year later when I tried to hurt my own genitals.

Wow... had your parents explained the (genital) differences to you? Or had you seen girl parts?

I remember being jealous of the obvious, observable differences at an early age (girls had longer hair, prettier clothes, and were treated differently), but I don't think I gave my penis much thought that early. It seemed aesthetically odd, as even then I wanted to be "smooth," in an overall sense. But I had no idea what a vagina was of course, so I didn't know what was *supposed* to be there. It was just... odd.

I answered  8-14 because that was when i started living fully as male. My grandma told me a story once of when i was 3 years old and told her that i was going to be a boy when i grow up.

when i was 14 i finally took an interest in girls and dating (late bloomer i suppose) and was viewed by my girlfriend as male, her boyfriend.

-tino-

Mmm, I remember first discovering the difference in genitalia very early at preschool... the bathrooms had been unisex (we were too young to matter, I guess?) and rather open, almost communal. I didn't really understand any meaningful difference for a long time though. Other than the fact that I rarely if ever 'fit in'.

I really remember very little in the way of details of my childhood (already!), but my story is a lot like Julie's. I think it was sometime during middle school when really I started to wish and pray that I'd be physically transformed. I just knew there was something not right, that it would be 'better' if I was transformed, but I couldn't understand what it really meant at that point. Especially before I went to sleep and after I woke up, I begged to the higher powers, and every morning, I woke up wondering if it worked, but quickly realized there was something still between my legs.

But at that point, I never really thought to question why I wanted it. I hadn't even considered that I could possibly be a girl 'inside'. Not knowing that there was any difference between sex and gender, I came to believe that I was just having strange and perverted desires. So I fooled myself into thinking that I just "want to know what it is like", and there was nothing 'wrong' with me.

So I guess I didn't really start questioning my gender identity until Jr High/High School, around when I first heard of a 'sex change' probably somewhere on TV. (I... think it might have been Springer. >.< ) But even after starting to wonder, I didn't really seriously consider that it could apply to me (I was terrified of the idea. I wanted so badly to be "normal") until a couple years later. So I didn't "identify" until midway through high school, when a little bit of research "woke me up" to what I already knew and made me realize my endless recurring feelings weren't just some fantastical perversion. I checked off 8-14 though, because that's when I feel like I realized inside. It just, unfortunately, took a while for me to stop being afraid to accept it (though I still regress from time to time =/ ).

~Kaitlyn

Hi Kate:
Yes, in my innocent way I Knew my "parts' were different as I had seen my cousin's everytime we went to the beach.
I  spent most of my chilhood in Lima, Peru,  and summers there are extremely hot and last longer than the average three months; so it isn't unusual for people to go to the beach every weekend or swim at friends' swimming pools, so yeah...I hope I answered your question.

tinkerbell

Tink,
Sorry this is off topic but, did you see Macchu Piccu?

Nero

Hey everyone,



Me at age 3.

Love always,
Elizabeth

Quote from: Elizabeth on July 02, 2006, 05:45:27 AMMe at age 3.

Awl... you're a cutey

Me around 2-3... not a happy camper for SOME reason, lol...

Here's me - the date on the photo indicates I was almost 17 months at the time.

I have this pic of me when I was like 9 months and my grandmother had put here wig on my head (incidentally I looked very happy!) LOL so My grand mother did this too me!!! LOL

Seriously, when I was 13-14 after I developed a b-c cup on my own is when I questioned what I was  I hated my body the girls used to tease me saying I should wear a bra and the boys....well you know the boys anyway.....And of course my mothers "miscallanous" boyfriends couldn't help to take notice.

So like Tinkerbell (but in reverse) I tried to physically cut them off with a kichten butcher knife.....BAD IDEA from a medical bleeding physical pain stand point!
I didn't try to cut them off because I wanted to be a male I tried to cut them off because I just wanted to be normal! 

Funny HUH?

thank god I passed out on the first incision!

Chynna

For me, I have felt that I should have been a girl from the earliest I can remember. Not that I was effeminate. I think I tried harder to be a "real boy" so that no one would suspect what really went on inside my head.

Steph

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Cindi

I was 6 or 7 when i went to the laundry room to get a pair of underwear from the laundry basket, seeing a pair of my sisters panties i tried them on, and have been wearing female underwear every since, thats all my mom started buying for me from then on.

Actually I started when I was 9 or so... I started realizing that I was not fitting in with the boys. I liked what the girls liked, I always wanted the girl's clothes and not the boys clothes and I grew very jealous of the girls altogether. The feeligns that I had were sooner then that I know, but it was then I began to comprehend that something was wrong. Then my parents gave me "the talk" and at that point I got very dissapointed, (that's a common feeling I know) because it felt all wrong. I looked at the girls stuff because that's what I truly wanted. (even the painful stuff, don't ask me why I want that) So really, after that I grew VERY jealous of girls and really I felt like something was terribly wrong with me, I had that odd feeling that this can't be right... The guys didn't have similar feelings as me. Plus I have always loved wearing girl's clothes and would love to do it in public, because I LOVE the outfits the girl's wear and still I wish just for once I could go shopping and buy me some clothes that I actually like.

Wow, okay I'll be quiet now.

from what my mom says I first started makeing comments when I learned the diffence between boys and girls... but I dont remember that far back personaly....

My earlyest memory I had to have been 5 or 6 cuz my little brother had just been born. I know this because I was hideing from my parrents under the crib while all tangeled up wearing one of my moms nightgowns..... Also this may have been before or after but I do remember asking my mom to buy some purple fabric to make a dress for me..... I was so crushed when she made me slacks instead 

I remember the first itme I put on a dress was when I was about 5.  My sister had this beautiful light blue chiffon dress and I really wanted to wear it.  I tried it on in private and then took it off.  That's about all I remember.

Melissa

I started feeling different around the age of 3 to 5, I would like to play with my sister's dolls and wear her clothes, but when I was caught I got yelled at and sometimes given the strap and told that boys didn't do these things. I remember a day at pre-school when it was a pool day, and I hadn't brought my bathers, if a child did this, they could borrow a pair from the school, my first choice was a girls swimsuit but the teacher took it off me and said I could not wear that and handed me a pair of boys bathers, I was a bit disappointed. I did try and hide the real me, but sometimes I let things, unintentionally, slip or I was caught doing something that boy's didn't do and I was usually punished for it or teased about it. During Junior High, at a parent teacher meeting, my home group teacher brought up the subject of me beening feminine, of cause I got it when they came home, I tried to deny it, but I knew I was lying to them. All through out my life I have wished I could have been one of the girls, now I can be and I am,

One of my earliest memories is walking across the room wearing my mothers nightgown and another is with playing with my grandmother's lipstick.  I have no idea what age I was when I wore the nightgown but I seem to remember that my mom was folding laundry and that I grabbed it and put it on.  What her reaction was I don't remember but it must not have been too negative at the time.

Bev

I'll be the odd one out and say that I really didn't start questioning until I was about 15. I didn't really know the difference between boys and girls as a child (I just assumed all people grew penises except mommies, and I didn't want to be a mommie so that was it). When I grew up to be a girl I kindof got over it...I was a girl to the core, though I bounced around to a lot of different styles and groups and never reallly settled on "myself" until I discovered my gender identity. I was always very depressed and eating disordered but didn't understand why until I was 15, when I realized I was a boy in a girl's body. Even then, I didn't start dressing as a boy until I was sixteen or seventeen.

maybe before i was born

As far back as I can remember I wanted to be a girl.  There was a time (between 5-6 years old) that I believed that the next day I would turn into a girl.  I was completely convinced, even though it never happened.  Many times my sister and I would play and I saw no difference between her and me, like we were both girls, but it wasn't a conscious thought.

When I was about 6 or 7, I had a dream that I had real breasts.  In the dream I was walking down the hall of the house we lived in wearing a V-neck sweater.  I looked down at my very mature breasts and felt so happy and proud.  Then at the other end of the hall I see my mother.  I quickly removed them and put one in each back pocket of my blue jeans.  I recall seeing the part that was attached to my chest looked as what I imagined it would look like had it been surgically removed.  They were not breast forms.  Aren't dreams great?

Julie