Was it a mother, sister, aunty who accepted you as a girl?
Was it a mother, sister, aunty who accepted you as a girl?
Absolutely no one since no one knew.
My older sister dressed for the first few times when I was four years old, but NEVER supported me from then on! Hugs!
If you don't like the way I'm livin', you just leave this long haired country girl alone:
No one, male or female encouraged me, its just the way that I am.
Fulfilling a Lifetime Dream of Living as a Woman in My Adult Years.
My Love of Cat's Eye Frames, Bangles, Red Lipstick, Nails, & Cheeks, Comes From My Mother - An Irish Beauty
I'm Always Rainbow Proud
None really Honey but I used to get comments from female relatives all the time such as :"You have such beautiful eye lashes, you should have been a girl." Well, little did they know I was already a secret "tomboy" in my mind as rough and tumble as I was but it was really the "girl" doing things and not the "boy". How could I be anything else? My favorite super heroine was Wonder Woman and I wanted to be just like her, right down to the "tell the truth" magic lasso.
Second star to the right and straight on till morning
Me too... no support... fighting the fight single handed (well not quite... everyone on this site are my supporters, however challenging they can be at times - good stuff! The challenges make you stronger and they test where you are at, the complements keep you going knowing that you have a family supporting you.
Kaz xx
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This Woman Within is Flying without Wings
I had a girlfriend in the late '70s that bought me panties, but she had something else in mind. No real encouragement from anyone.
For sure, whatever does not destroy us, makes us stronger Kaz.
Second star to the right and straight on till morning
My mother knew, but did not really encourage me. She would tell me when the rest of the family would be gone, and for how long, after she discovered me dressed.
Marcia (LOVES) Blue
Since I'm "late onset" nobody could have supported me while growing up. My wonderful wife has been very supportive ever since we figured out what was going on.
Eryn
"These girls have the most beautiful dresses. And so do I! How about that!" [Kaylee, in Firefly] [SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
"What do you care what other people think?" [Arlene Feynman, to her husband Richard]
"She's taller than all the women in my family, combined!" [Howard, in The Big Bang Theory]
"Tall, tall girl. The woman could hunt geese with a rake!" [Mary Cooper, in The Big Bang Theory]
I never got into CD or anything as a child (except once I was 8, a neighbor girl did up my hair in a rubber band, and I thought it was funny and showed it off, and my brother's like "Boy-girl")
Funny thing is, when I was in 6th-8th grades, I was a year younger than the rest of the class, and got called "girl" a lot (when I had no intention of being so.)
My desires towards CD (and possibly more) started about 10 or so years ago.
My Mother and older sister supported my Femininity when I was growing up. They never got tired of preaching the joys of "Female Superiority " as I was growing upOriginally Posted by seanmuscle
no not me i started when i was 3 my sisters would get mad when i put there stuff on my mom told them don't worry about it he will grow out of it na did not happen Hugs Ronda
hugs
Ronda
Well I had no one at all. No woman to encourage me, though I was very influenced by several woman when I was growing up.But I kept it all inside all those millions of thoughts throughout my life. Only 3 people know today. They know only because I chose to reveal who and what I am to them. Yes there were many times while my family and I were visiting other families and relatives, I recall so many times, those big tall grown up people, would look at me and say to my Mother or to my Father, he’s too pretty to be a boy. It happened so many times throughout my childhood and youth. “ His complexion is perfect”,, Or “wow he’s just too pretty to be a boy”. Oh it went on and on. In high school the boys would bully me for I looked weak to them, they poked fun at how I threw a ball, “you throw like a girl” etc
I did get bullied a lot, for I was seen as weaker by those bullies sizing up other boys with whom they thought they could beat in a fight. I always won though.
So I had no influences in my youth and childhood because no one knew but me, I was so confused, for in those times, their was only black and white TV, 3 channels which of only two of them could be tuned in to, no microwaves, calculators, or even other adults that could see that I was different, to think and or suggest that I may need to see a physiologist or psychiatrist that specialized in TG issues,, which at that time, I do not think such experts on this subject even existed at that time. And with that being said, what makes them experts today? I have never been to one, nor will I ever go to one. What makes them, or qualifies them to council to me what and who I am, even when and or if, they are not what I am? Do they read a few books;? do they talk to others like me? Whatever. The real experts are the members on this site. We have lived the life, we have taught each other so many things.
So I will leave with this, and to give an answer, I had no influences by way of cross-dressing from any woman growing up. I was on my own by way of this that I am.
Tara
Last edited by Tara D. Rose; 07-02-2012 at 08:38 PM.
me my mom did a lot to help me dress an makeup my sister said i look better as a girl an love them for helping me to be me
It was known in my family that I liked to wear dresses as a kid but everybody was so ashamed of it and I have been ashamed for many years until now. Nobody would have encouraged me in a thousand years. I now have a beautiful wife that encourages me to have sometime to "myself" once and a while.
I have a cousin who helped me be a girl while growing up
When I was young, no one assisted me.
When I was 18 I was discovered by a covern of girls that saw the realities of the situation and helped me dress pass and occasionally live as a girl.
An 18 to 20 year old sharing a house with six girls...... It was great while it lasted.
Work on your elegance,
and beauty will follow.
I had no such luck since I had only brothers. My paternal grandmother did teach me and one of my brothers how to apply nail polish on our finger nails, and she bought girl's panties for us. I did have delicate pale skin and long eyelashes, and in puberty I got wide hips so that if one looked from the rear people would think I was a girl.
John
John (Legal name)
Preferred pronouns: he, his, him
For me, I didn't have any boys my age to play with in my neighborhood, so I played with my older sister & her friends. It was all girl games including dressup & makeup, so I was hooked at age 5-6 in dressing. I never stopped even after I got older.
When I use to visit my grandparents there was usually nothing to do. Sometime before age 12, probably a lot younger, I found one of my mother's outfits from the 1930's and tried it on several times. My parents told me to take it off, but, they knew I was doing it because I was bored. My grandparents moved to a retirement area with a lot to do (swimming, etc), so I was not bored when visiting. As a teenage, if I were to be caught truly cross dressing, I'm sure I would have been punished. My parents were so puritanical about anything sexual it was really pathetic. When I did take up cross dressing in my mother's clothes, I suspect mom figured it out. I wonder sometimes when the switched flipped inside me. One recollection I had in kindergarten was of teacher telling me she liked my 'blouse.' That upset me because it was a cowboy shirt with two rows of buttons down the front, and, I did not like the idea of someone thinking I liked wearing a girl's shirt. Much later I discovered the nice feeling of my mom's nylon slips which she always hung in the bathroom to dry. I guess the feel of nylon is what started me down the road to wearing female clothing.
If I had an older sister or cousin, I doubt I would have been interested as a youth in being made into a girl.
No one because I did not start dressing until I was 64.
I started to Cross Dress in my sisters clothes and it became habit. I then was encouraged by an Aunt, but that amounted to abuse..........I had difficulty separating the two....it didn't help......then soon kinda realised that dressing up concealed a part of me, that felt that way
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC][SIZE="2"]"I am not this body. I am in this body, and this is part of my incarnation and I honor it but that isn't who I am."[/SIZE]
My parents allowed us to be who we were pretty much. Although Dad would always call us sissies or panty waist when he didn't think we were working hard enough, he never complained about me or my brother playing with dishes or dolls (OK action figures) and even built a small "kitchenette" and table with chairs. My Mom dressed me in a dress on a couple occasions for Halloween when I asked (same with my brother who does not wear women's clothing). My Grandmother taught us how to do what she did, she was a marvelous seamstress and cook. The cooking part sort of took but sewing...not so much. We could be or do whatever we wanted around her house and would on occasion wear night gowns to bed.
So to answer the question, even though it may not have been blatant (i e making us wear clothing or make up or whatever) my parents did allow us to grow to be who we are
The earth is the mother of all people and all people should have equal rights upon it.
Chief Joseph
Nez Perce
“Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.” - Fred Rogers,
The first female in my life who knew that I was a CD was my dear late wife! I told her about my being a CD before were married. After she died 7 years ago I did tell another great lady whom I met online and also my own daughter! Neither of them cares, as long as I don't dress around them!
Stephanie
Lady on the outside, but man underneath!
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