How I Became Marsha

My story began when my mother told me playfull, if I had been a girl, my name was to be Marsha. I'm sure without really thinking about it, she referred to my shirts as blouses and my underwear as panties. In my adult life I began seeing guests on talk shows dressing up and talking about their feelings. Fantasies began in my mind and I identified with crossdressers. I eventually befriended some gay men even though I myself am heterosexual. These wonderful dressed me completely and did my makeup without any ulterior motives. I was in cat heaven and still have my 1st photo. Unfortunately, I put Marsha back in the box and only now am I willing to explore and express her. Hugs to all of you girls. Meow 😻 I love cats.