For me I suppose like a lot of girls it started at 3, furtively going through mum’s and sisters drawers, dressing feeling fabulous, a quick release then that awful feeling of shame afterwards.
Gradually moving on to a combination of 1 & 3 I am completely chased now when dressed exactly the same as when in boy clothes, my femme wardrobe is simply an extension of my wardrobe and when fully made up and bewigged feel complete.
As someone who has hidden her femme side it would be fantastic to be out in the open, life is too short for regrets and I am seriously contemplating going full time.2
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