As a boy of ten I was caught wearing my sister's favourite 
    blue dress and a 3-layer petticoat. She made me sit in her dress until my 
    mother came home. Instead of being punished as I expected, I was told that 
    if I wanted to dress like a girl it was OK, but not to wear my sister's 
    clothes because it was personal to her. They thought it was just 
    experimentation of a child, but although I started to wear my sister's cast 
    off's, from then I regularly wore skirts in the house, and my mother and 
    sister gradually accepted this was who I was and my mother started to buy me 
    girl's clothes. 
  
  
     
  
    They christened me Alice and my blonde hair was kept shoulder 
    length. From then I rarely wore boy's underwear. If I appeared in the house 
    in trousers it was commented on. Later my aunt was introduced to the idea 
    that I dressed as a girl while visiting one Sunday and from then I wore a 
    girl's kilt to church with my aunt and I always wore knickers and a 
    petticoat under it. I sometimes wore the kilt to school and wore plain white 
    knickers. In Scotland in the 1950's the kilt was a common sight on young 
    boys. Knickers were usually worn, blue and green were common, but you could 
    get away with white.
  
     
  
    I did get a ribbing at school for being a sissy, but it was 
    more good natured than nasty. I did get to substitute for a girl in the 
    Scottish country dancing in a Christmas show, and although that got me some 
    less-savoury names I loved wearing a tartan dress and the petticoats. Final 
    rehearsal was on the Friday before so I got to wear the dress to school. 
    (Heaven) and I got kissed by a boy.   
  
     
  
    I never grew out of it. As a teenager I got to go out with my 
    sister and her friends and was often made to wear one of her friends 
    dresses, and they would do my make-up. Being the 60's, I was often wearing a 
    mini skirt or a mini dress, and it did get me more attention from boys, some 
    welcome some not.    
  
     
  
    After I went to college and graduated, I was dressing in 
    secret. Unfortunately, more male characteristics took over, and though I was 
    never overtly masculine, I was wary of being in public. I married at 28 and 
    my wife never found out about my secret desires until I was in my early 
    50's. We split as a result, but I now dress full time as a woman and will 
    undergo SRS next year. AND, yes, I still like to wear 1950's circle skirts 
    and layers of petticoats when the opportunity arises. My boyfriend 
    appreciates it, and I love wearing them.