From my earliest memory, I liked trying on girls' things. My mom’s slips, sister’s panties, even my aunt’s nightie, (that is another story). I even went as far as dressing up completely when I was home alone. Mostly I wore my sister’s things. I loved her short shorts and halter tops. We were about the same size even though I was a year older. I didn't necessarily want to be a girl, just dress up and pretend. I loved to fe...