At 6 I got caught wearing my sisters long Mickey Mouse shirt. Embarrassing has He@#.
I was a senior in high school when my brother walked in while I was still in my female undies. I was embarrassed and scared. My brother looked confused and actually a little apologetic. Maybe he was cross dressing too. He never said a thing, bless his heart. About a year later I left for the air force. I hid all my clothes in a woods. When I came back 4 years later someone had found them. I didn't act out till I was in my forties and was deeply depressed and suicidal. The female side of my personality said wait minute bucko, I want this life. It saved me and I committed never to imprison her again, but find meaningful ways for her to express herself.