[Katie]

I'd certainly agree with that theory.
My mother used to say that she took me to the doctor back when I was a toddler because she thought I liked playing with dolls too much. When I was, I think, about 4, I dragged mum and dad up and down Oxford Street ( London) to look at pretty dresses for mummy. I was 5 when I asked a neighbouring little girl of about my age if I could try on her pretty  party dress. When I was 9-ish I used to grab my sister's comics as soon as they arrived simply because I liked reading them. At about 10 I found an older cousin's blue eyeshadow and played with it.....etc!!!

I can so relate to that! the Only toy I have from my childhood since I was 4 years old is a little plastic doll I used to play with all the time, she went everywhere with me, i have no idea Why for some reason this doll was acceptable for a young "boy" to play with everything else was denied or I was physically beaten for, perhaps the amount I loved her was a step to far even for their cruelty? (I think the fact that I had my grandparents blessing helped though, since it was my Nan that gave it to me)
She`s been all over the world with me, always hidden in my dresser or the back of a cupbord or something, and never something that ever made me consciously consider I was trans. Until one day it did!

now she sits with pride of place ontop of my dresser and looks after my jewelry for me (the top lifts off).

I mentioned her in another post a long time ago, maybe do a search for "pink lady" will show something?
here`s a picture:


   


Looking back now, there are Soooo Many give-away clues that I was a girl all along, it amazes me how I (or others) never spotted it!? LOL xx