With me, I think the urge was always there. My earliest memory was somewhere around age three or four, getting into my mom’s makeup and trying to make myself pretty. I also liked wearing her clothes and shoes.
Later, we moved, and a girl across the street began dressing me up as a girl.
A major turning point, I think, was at maybe age 10, in a Cub Scout play. I was part of a ballerina act. Professional wardrobe and cosmetic staff changed us into authentic looking little girl ballerinas, head to toe, including the heavy makeup. The clothing and makeup were a turn on I will never forget, and it permanently changed my life forever. I wanted to be pretty all the time. The adults raved that we looked like “real” little girls. It was my first time in the Pink Fog and absolutely addicting.
I can still remember, most of the boys could care less and just wanted to get out of the silly looking girl clothes, but a few of us were very strangely affected, forever.