When I went to school, the girls wore such nice dresses, as did my sisters, so any opportunity to try on dresses was taken. There was the play box of old clothes that I would delve into and there will be no guessing what I wore. It was fun and my family went with it. In secret, I discovered that girls wore more than dresses!
I dressed again for fancy dress competitions and my mother made me a rather lovely fairy dress to wear for a school play when I was about eight-years-old.
I always felt more comfortable in girls clothes and in the company of girls, contrary to the social norms of the time, I never thought it was wrong – it was the others. The only time I recall an issue was when I kept wearing a dress for the day. My eldest sister commented to my mother, although it wasn’t anything harsh, but I did continue for fun and also in secret. Growing older, it became getting fully dressed up, looking the complete girl, even with boobs.
The last time I dressed fully for “fun” before puberty was to enter a beauty competition where I was dressed up by mum and elder sister. I was about thirteen-years-old. Wearing a lovely blue dress of my sisters, that I had sneaked on many times before, with padded bra, loving every minute parading around the floor. So many people didn’t realize that I was a boy and then gaining a win with a nice cash prize was icing on the cake
Then came puberty and having to conform to social norms. Having grown out of my mother’s and sister’s clothes, this became the dark ages. Of course, the desire never went away and would come out on occasion until the time was right to blossom once again.
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