A couple of us were talking recently about how our lives as cross dressers changed very quickly in the last few years.
After living most of our lives in the closet, once we began to come out, our experiences as a cross dresser accelerated almost explosively.
Having scientific backgrounds, we agreed it happened like an exponential function, rising ever so slowly for many, many years, and the growing dramatically in the last few years.
Okay, I'll grant you calling it "life on the exponential" sounds like a guy thing.
But let's admit it.
As transgender people we are a curious blend of male and female.
My own journey began in my mind at my earliest recognition of male and female. By the time I was 4 or 5 years old I was thinking that I would rather be a girl than a boy. Transsexuals will often tell you they knew at this age they were born in the wrong body. My gender dysphoria wasn't quite that intense. I just knew I'd rather be a girl. But there didn't seem to be anything I could do about that.
It wasn't until I was 8 or 10 that I dared to act on my feminine feelings. I wanted to be like my mother, or my sisters, so I began trying on their clothes. At first it was only for a few minutes at a time, and then only when no one else was at home. Somehow I knew this was "wrong", so I was very careful to hide how I wanted to be like, feel like, act like, and look like a girl.
