I was initially crossdressed by my mother . I wasn't like most boys, I hated sports and rough housing. I liked dolls and the only boy toy I liked was electric trains. My mother knew i cried easily, even over broken friendships. I am not gay, but prefer the company of females. At 11 years of age, My mother put me in my first dress. It was yellow with vertical lace on the bodice and had flowers along the hem at the bottom. I loved it, it was the most comfortable thing I had ever worn. I hated jeans (still do) and only had worn dress pants with either polo shirts or dress shirts as a boy. I found out she had gotten me 3 dresses. The yellow one, plus a light blue one and a green one. I got to try them all on with full slips, panties and tights, it was fantastic. My mother continued to add to my girlish wardrobe over the next 5 yrs. I had acquired a number of dresses and skirts during this period. The only time after this incident that I wore boys clothes was for school, sometimes even then I would wear panties under my trousers. Today I still wear skirts, skorts and on occasion a dress. I own 13 skirts, 6 skorts and 8 dresses. I go shopping in my skirts and have never had a problem with anyone. I latered had testing done and found that I am transgendered (male body, female brain). Since I have a male body I do not try to pass my self off as a female, but have been told some of my mannerisms are more female then male.