The other day I read a crossdressers attempt to explain why she crossdressed. And like everyone else that I have read, her attempt distilled down to “I really can’t explain it. At the time I chuckled, but latter I wondered if I could have done any better.
After a lifetime of crossdressing I went back to the time that I was aware that the girl clothes I was wearing were really for girls and not boys. But it didn’t matter to me, I was as comfortable in either boy or girl clothes.
When I was young my sister needed a girl playmate because there were no girls for her to play; she manufactured a girl in me. I didn’t complain and neither did my mom, but dad did. Our playtime as sisters became restricted to when dad was not around.
When I became a cub scout we had skits and there was always a part for a girl, so one of us boys in the den was expected to play the part. I was the only one who didn’t make a fuss; after all I didn’t see girls clothes as something to be scared. So in all the skits I had fun being the designated girl.
One day when I was almost 11 years old I was being dressed up to the nines by mom in a party dress, full make up, wig, inch and a half high heels and even a training bra that gave me noticeable budding bobbies for a Cub Scout skit, I happened to get glancing sight of myself in a mirror. I went back to get a better look and that is the defining moment that created the girl me. I got excited and that is putting it mildly. After that night I couldn’t wait to get dressed again, and again. It was then that I realized the there was something different when I wore girl clothes as to when I wore boy clothes
At first the clothes were exciting and I did get excited. Then something funny happened when I had the opportunity to be dressed all day and into the evening. The excitement wore off and then the everyday feeling of being me, only now I was dressed as a girl. I noticed that I felt the same as when dressed as a boy but now very calm and feeling nice. This is how I feel now when dressed some 60 years later. It is a feeling that I don’t get when in male mode and it is a hunger that my mind craves. When the desire to dress is not satisfied I become agitated, short tempered and not a pleasant person to be around. I crossdress because I like feeling of contentment I see in myself.
Something else that I haven’t mentioned is the drug my mother took to prevent her from a miscarriage. The drug is documented to cause boys not to get enough male hormones during the pregnancy that they need. There are many males whose mothers took this drug that are transgendered, considerably more than in the general public. This drug was widely used in the 1930’s and fell out of favor in the early 1940’s because it was basically ineffective in preventing miscarriages.
I was born in 1941. To my way of thinking that is probably why I feel comfortable seeing myself as a woman from time to time. Which goes along the same lines that my wife says about me, that I think more like a woman than a man.