I don't remember much about my childhood, a fact that has kept my therapists rapt with interest over the years. What I
do remember are individual incidences of dressing as a girl, from the proverbial trying on of Mama's slips and pantyhose to full-on dressing up, like the time I went trick-or-treating dressed as a little girl for Halloween. That episode is the earliest I recall -- it had to have been before I was eight, and it may have been as early as four or five. Questions of nature versus nurture aside, I was exploring my feminine side long before I those annoying black hairs started to grow on my, ah ... legs.
Increasingly over the past few years, I've wondered just where I am on the transgendered spectrum. I'm not a "classic," early-onset transsexual: I have
not felt from my earliest days as if I were a female trapped in a male's body, I have not hated my penis and longed for a vagina, nor have I experienced a significant amount of discomfort due to my male body. (Other than wishing my very masculine body proportions were just a
bit more a feminine ... oh well, that's what padding is for.)
