My earliest memory of experimenting with so-called girl's clothes happened when I was4.I suppose the following incident is why yellow was and still is my favorite color. There was me, my sister Kath, another boy named Tommy, and a girl named Punky plus some other kids, although I can't remember all of their names. We all played together in a large sand box in Punky's back yard. We were all around four, except sister Kath who was about 2-1/2. One day I said to Punky: "That's a real pretty yellow dress you have there". She said in reply: "Well, I'll be wearing a different dress tomorrow, so you can come over to my house tomorrow and you can wear this one if you like it so much". So I said OK. So I wore Punkys pretty yellow dress with a pair of her ruffly 'little girl' light blue nylon panties underneath that next day, while all of us kids played in the sand box together. I was such a happy little boy. The other kids (except sister Kath) would also chant: "I see London, I see France, I see Albert's (actually Punky's that I was wearing under the yellow dress) under pants", while they took turns peeking up Punky's dress that I was wearing.
Other people would comment that I looked so pretty in the yellow dress that I should have been a girl.Down in my heart I agreed with them.I made up my mind right then and there that if I couldnt be a girl, then I wanted to be a boy who wore pretty dresses.So much fun, I just loved being the center of attention. On different days, when it was raining and we couldnt play in the sand box, I would go over to Punkys house by myself, so I could wear her pretty yellow dress indoors, and play girly games with her. I wanted not only to look like a girl, I wanted to know what it would feel like to actually be one. I suppose it's only natural for little boys to wonder what it's like to actually be a girl, once those boys discover that little girls are different than them. Of course a boy wearing a dress wouldn't necessarily let him know what it felt like to be a girl, however you must understand that I was only four when I decided that I wanted to wear that dress in order to satisfy my normal male curiosity.
The best part came later that summer on my 4thbirthday, when she surprised me by gift-wrapping the pretty yellow dress along with a pair of her panties, giving them to me as a birthday gift.I wore the dress and panties every chance I got, until I eventually outgrew them.Dresses and skirts were (and are) so much more fun than bifurcated garments. There was no labeling or name calling from the other kids, which just proves that nobody is born with prejudice or bigotry in their heart. Those things are learned from adults or possibly even older kids.Even to this day, many years later (Oops, make that decades later), I will sometimes will wear a short skirt on hot humid summer days, simply because theyre more comfortable than a bifurcated garment.
