As will become apparent in future posts, I was twelve years old when I finally decided I enjoyed crossdressing. And by this I mean I no longer saw it as a game or as fantasy roleplaying or as a costume. I had been crossdressing for the better part of a year when I came to this level of acceptance. But I had told myself during that year that it meant nothing. That it was simply something I did for fun. At the same time I was also beginning to notice some of the other boys in the locker room at school. When I got home I would go to my room and dress up as a girl and then imagine myself as a girlfriend to some boy I had seen that day.