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Well, I said on the poll that I started dressing around the age of ten. I guess that isn't right.
I wasn't thinking it crossdressing when my GG cousin, a year younger than myself,used to come to our house with her mom to visit.
She would always bring a pair of overhauls(we called them) in a box.
While our parents visited we would go out in the pasture and play like we were a farmer and his wife. We lived on a farm, so I guess that was our role models.
To the point. She was a tomboy,still is, and we would sometimes swap roles. Sometimes she would drag her overhauls out and put them on, and I would wear her dress and be the wife.
So, I guess that was my first crossdressing experience, at the age of six or seven.
I was about ten when she, and her older sister, started dressing me in their clothes when I visited at their home. That was also when I learned I liked girls clothes better than mine.

Hi LaDonna,

Thanks for sharing how you started dressing. I wish all of us could have had a cousin like you did.

Beauty

I reckon it wes nice to have proper fitting girls clothes too?!

You say your cousing is a tomboy, are you sure she's not a female to male CD?

Don't know, Donna, we havn't seen each other that much since we grew up.
She is a retired teacher and lives with her mom. Never got married.
Last picture I saw of her she was in a pair of bib overalls, sitting on a tractor.

Hi LaDonna,
Texas can produce some very interesting stories. When I was probably six or seven my grandparents who were raising me took me to Leveland to visit my father who was for lack of a better term, a "dirt farmer." One day I had to spend with his mother, my grandmother. The memory is so vivid. She was half Comanche and lived in a four room house that had, beleive it or not, dirt floors. I remember her putting me into a potato sack dress and a little bonnet and "allowing" me to sweep the dirt floor with a broom that I can only describe as one that you might see in an old witch movie. You know they say as we get older, all we have are memories and some are much more vivid than others - sorry, I wax philosophical!
Thanks for shairing,
Virginia

Those girls did you a great favour
Now you can still enjoy being a Janegirl later in life.

Welcome to the party.