Susan's post on Sunday (" Not like other boys ") inspired me to write this post today. Growing up, I thought I was just li...

Yesterday's post, Sara's First Time , refreshed my memory about young boys wearing dresses in previous eras. My mother put me i...

General Douglas MacArthur At about four years, my mother on wash day would pile up the clothes on the floor for washing. I would go to t...

This story is a continuation of  Marie's First Time . Regrettably, next day when we were reliving the events of the previous evening...

My recollections are mixed about when I discovered/suspected I was not all male or should I say, had some female hiding in my inner core. ...

My earliest memories of crossdressing are circa primary school days. There was a trunk full of women's clothes in the garage of our ho...

This is part 2 of "Carollyn's First Time," which I posted here on Monday. Skipping to October 2004... My real life as Ca...

My life as Carollyn Olson has been quite a satisfying ride. Over the last three decades, Carollyn has figuratively flourished and mature...

I am guessing that my first dressing experience occurred early in my elementary school years, possibly first or second grade. I don’t thi...

My experience is a bit scattered (as I imagine many stories are). My absolute earliest memory of being intrigued by female attire (...