I wasn't sure about posting this here but what the hell. When I was around 7 years old (yeah, I know way back in the "stone age"), my Mom was looking through a closet and found an old girls dress that my uncle once wore on Halloween. Before she could do anything, I grabbed it and put it on. I ran around the neighborhood and went to my friend's house and sat at the picnic table in the back yard. Two neighbor ladies came over and told me how "cute" I looked trying to embarass me I guess. They told me I also needed girls underwear, makeup and a cute little wig. I don't know if that "set the stage" for things to come or not but I ate it all up. When my Mom tried to catch me to take it off, I kept running away. I was a "rough and tumble" kid but loved the "power" of wearing a dress. I always secretly considered myself a girl "tomboy" after that. Take care, Ericka
