I was maybe 7, and my mother borrowed a dress from the girl that lived next door. Against my protestations, that and a wig she got somewhere became my Halloween outfit. At some point I remember feeling comfortable in the dress and wig and liked being pretty. As time wore on, 9 or 10 years old, I became aware that girls underwear felt better than boys underwear. When putting on my mother's underwear, I felt pretty again. Curiosity had me trying on her bras and skirts and looking at pretty me in the mirror. I've been looking for and at Heather in the mirror ever since.
