It is true to say that I have felt very feminine from a very early age. In fact, my earliest memories are from about 7 years old. I am not ashamed to say that even from this very early age, I was trying pairs of my mother’s panties on because ‘it just felt right’. Of course at such an early age, you really have no idea what you are doing or indeed why you are doing it, but something drove me to do it. It was laughable. The panties were far too big for me! The feelings stayed with me all throughout my childhood and into adulthood, but like so many people admit, it was a closely guarded secret.
My childhood left a lot to be desired. In some ways I was fortunate, being brought up in an affluent part of Cheshire called Bowdon and later on Hale. My Father had his own Television repair business, and work back then was booming, however the relationship between my mother and Father was very strained, as my Father was a serial womaniser and regularly used to come home at 2AM in the morning. The same usual scenario then ensued with my mother screaming at the top of her voice, being followed by things being thrown down the stairs and smashed. I regularly used to go to school with dark rings round my eyes due to the perpetual sleepless nights I had to endure. My Mother was not maternal either and was prone to rages, where my toys were regularly smashed in front of me as ‘punishment’ for something minor. I had to walk to school on my own as my Mother would just stay in bed and wanted nothing to do with me.