Practically since I could remember,I knew I was different.I would see pretty girls or actresses and want to look like them,not only look like them...I wanted to be them...dress like them...talk like them...walk like them...you know the whole nine yards.
When I was about 8 years old I was reading one of those advice columns in a newspaper magazine,the question and answer type.The question was from a wife asking the author why her husband was wearing her clothing.
I thought to myself...wow I'm not alone...I continued to read the answer...blah,blah,blah....TRANSVESTITE!!!
I stopped reading. They had a word for it...and I fit the word!
I was totally shocked.That's all I could think of for weeks.I was a freak!
I went to the library just about everyday and searched and absorbed all the info I could get on that awful word...TRANSVESTITE...I hate that word.
Do you remember when you first stumbled upon the meaning of your existence?
Krystyn