Michelle,
I am glad to hear such a story once in a while of a girl starting out at a tender age by getting into her mother’s cosmetics. I too have a foggy memory at, I am told, sometime around age three of getting into my mother’s make up.
By age four, I was trying to wear mom’s clothing and high heels, so I was sent across the street to play with a girl my age and her older friend. By age five, I was going out in public fully dressed as a girl, with both these girls, my mother, and their mothers.
Both girls were excellent coaches, and our friendship lasted into my early teens, when my family moved, and I lost contact, a shame. I had learned much about being a girl.
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