I was probably 5 or 6 the first time I remember wearing my mom’s clothes. I got caught that time and made sure I never got caught again.
By the time I was I knew I wanted to be a girl, but in the 60’s in Texas you didn’t dare express that. I would put on my mom’s bras and pantyhose every chance I got. I stole some of my best friends sisters bras and panties, even a dress.
Because of the times, I tried to deny it. But deep down I really wanted to be a girl. I did macho things so I wouldn’t be found out. When I was 17 I got in trouble with the law and had to join the Marine Corps. I had my 1st gay experience while I was in there. I already knew I was attracted to men, but ended up marrying a gg. I had to prove to the world I wasn’t a queer. I divorced and eventually married and had children. All the while I would dress the best I could when she was away. She had some nice things for me to wear. Well that marriage ended and I did it again. This time before I got married I told her I was a crossdresser. I didn’t dare say I was transgender. She helped me pick out clothing to buy. Vicky was on the way.
I voted in this poll 30-41, although I knew from a very early age. I voted that way because at 38 I started hormones. At that time you could order them online. I did them for about 6 months and ended up in the hospital with blood clots in my lungs because I wasn’t seeing a doctor.
Fast forward to now, I am 61 and still in the wrong body. The feelings have only gotten stronger to the point that it’s overwhelming.
For all of the younger people that know, do it the right way, but do it. See a therapist, and endocrinologist and start your life, but be sure. Times are different now. I have a lot more to say about this subject, but I have to go now. I’ll try to write more about it later.
Thanks for letting me say my piece.
Vicky 💋
