Same here Lauren. I used to come in from playing with the neighbor kids to “go to the bathroom” and stand on the toilet bowl with my genitals tucked between my legs in front of the bathroom mirror, loving how that looked and felt. Only difference was that I was not outwardly feminine. The very first time I tried on a feminine garment, I was caught by my mother and grandmother. They made fun of me and had a good laugh at this 4 or 5 year old little boy with his mother’s girdle having slid down to his ankles. I was mortified and from that moment on hid (or thought i hid them) any feminine feelings I had.
Always crossdressed and always denied I was trans until a year or so ago. Gender euphoria kicked in and I just know that I have the soul of a woman whether I am dressed as one or not.