She brought her makeup to school and we literally sat on the bench during lunch and she did my makeup in the middle of the Courtyard at my high school. Little did we realise that three years later, my dad would only go and break it while taking it to be appraised and possibly sold on.

As part of my lived amends to my late father, I started and managed a philanthropic organization in Europe. Our parents once scolded my aunt and uncle for not answering the phone by a certain time when they looked after me and Katie. Lust appeared to be the perfect cure for my recurrent depressions but today I see that it is the cause of them. For the Christmas party with my family, all the pictures I had full out eye shadow, I loved the eyeshadow.

The only girl's clothes in the house belonged to my mum, and they were far too big: not right the crossdressing transvestite clothes for me. It didn't matter to me at the time; I simply stripped to my underwear and slipped the dress on over me. She cleared all of the make-up, and I helped with clearing up the basement, even while wearing my sister's chosen outfit. It was made of white wood, and it had sat in their parent's bedroom before they replaced it with the current vanity mirror. I ended up being forced by my employees to fire one of the older women on my team whilst living with the other!

Fantasy, Reality…and My Rookie Year at Keystone By Kris Burton When you dress, how deeply do you immerse yourself in fantasy? The next morning, we found our parents wouldn't be back until later that evening, so it gave Katie enough time to set everything right. There wasn't another outfit hanging on the rack after the Belle costume, but according to Katie, she was going to try and dig some more out for me, just to give an experience of wearing clothes other than those of a formal nature.We all walked up to the house together and the three of them would say “Trick-or-Treat” and I’d be at the very end and in my deep “manly” voice say, “Trick-or-Treat” and “Thanks! I definitely think that it’s important for us to communicate with each other, so go ahead and continue to follow my journey on social media and share with me your own stories of discovering a new part of yourself and finding ways to love who you are! He was ‘straight’ (whatever that means), and they slowly brought him into their world with a little peer pressure, bit by bit. And perhaps the strangest sensation of all: I wanted a man: I was a woman and it was utterly delicious.