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Even back in my early years I realized that something about me was sissy-like; I always cared more for what girls wore, how they related to one another and the way they played. At seven years old I had my first go at cross dressing by slipping into a pair of her knickers, which felt incredibly right! From that moment on I knew there would be no going back. Still, even then I instinctively kept quiet about it because something told me others might laugh if I admitted the truth.

As time went on things developed and by twelve I was fully committed to the style—wearing knickers, bras with suspender belts, skirts, dresses and shoes while keeping to myself in my bedroom or when I knew no one else would be home. I even started experimenting with makeup! It nearly happened a few times but oddly enough I never got caught, although sometimes I wonder if Mum suspected it since I wasn’t always careful putting things back exactly where they were found.

TBC