Growing up I always knew that I was different but that never bothered me.
I was glad that I was myself and not one of those who blindly followed everyone else. I hate that even today. But really it all began for me when I was around eleven. I had a dream that I’d been kidnapped and that my kidnapper had forced me to wear women’s clothing, specifically, a pair of ladies tights. I remember very well waking up the next morning and thinking what a strange dream? There had been a spate of famous kidnappings around that time so I can see where that part came from but the other part was completely new to me. However the idea seemed exciting to me and the more I thought about it the more excited I became.