I suppose it all started when I was about three years old. At least, that's the first memory I have of being in contact with women's clothing.
I was watching my mother get ready for work while I was laying in a laundry basket filled with her things.
I was surrounded by the feminine, and it was very comforting.
Now, to those who might say that because of this experience I was destined to be a crossdresser and potentially have gender issues, I would counter with the following:
If a boy who is genetically heterosexual is raised in a gay environment, is he destined to be gay? The answer to that is of course, no. In point of fact, some African cultures require that young boys perform fellacio on the elders and swallow the seed as a symbol of accepting manhood.
This is done until the boy is a teen and considered a man himself. How many of those men lead homosexual lives? Would it surprise you to learn that the percentage is lower than that of men in the United States?
My love and desire for all things feminine are no different. I may have been born a genetic male, but emotionally and intellectually, I was 100% female; and I knew it very early on.
However, that's not where the story ends; it's where it begins. You see, being rasied in an environment where my desire to dress and act female was actively discouraged, I found myself more and more drawn to understand why.
After all, how could something my mind and body told me was right be so frightening to my family?
In a way, it was my family's active desire to thwart my choosen lifestyle that led me to learn who I truly was and why I was different.
And that search, led to my Mistress.