I’ve been dressing in women’s clothes for what seems like my whole life. It started, like most CDs, with my mother’s bras and panties. I loved the feeling of satin and lace. I would find ways to try on my mom’s dresses or sneak into my female cousin’s closets and try on their dresses and heels when I slept over. I loved feeling like a girl. One night, when I thought my mom was going to be out late, I decided to play dress...