Anastasia's Life

Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings

My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barbie's, the whole nine yards.

I had mostly girl cousins around me and instead of playing with my toys or my brother's toys I would always seem to choose the girl's toys. My mother has several pictures of me dressed from head to toe as a little girl. Pretty dresses, shoes, make-up, hats, and of course my hair all nice and curly. They thought it was cute and adorable as a small child. As I got older I quickly realized it wasn't considered cute any more and in fact there was something wrong with any boy who dressed as a little girl and boys just don't do that. These types of comments were commonplace.

A boy is expected to be a boy and girls are supposed to do girl things and that was that. Many times the comments went something like this... you don't want to do that it's a girly thing or stop that you're a boy... So needless to say my dress up days ended around the time of age 10. I only got away with it for that long by pretending I really wasn't having a good time and my cousins thinking they were getting over on me.

Little do they know how much I cherish those times in my life? My dressing and makeup parties were then resigned to raiding my mother's closets when they would be out for extended periods of time. I would sneak into her closet and raid her lipsticks and nail polishes for a brief thrill. Several times I was almost caught. It was about the age of twelve when I first realized I could go out and pass on Halloween as a girl.

I went to several parties as a girl and everyone just thought it was a blast how "cute" I was. This wonderful realization would be short lived as the hormones namely testosterone kicked my male development into high gear. I was soon developing into a man's man. This development was only on the outside. On the inside I was still a very feminine person.