Okay, this isn't my story, but someone asked me to put it up (*cough*JVlifeonstandby*cough*Danielle*cough
When I was very young, I remember putting my hands into firsts, and shoving them into my shirt, fantasizing about having breasts. Whenever we played dress up, everyone else was a coy body or a fireman, I was in a dress. When I turned 14, I realized I wanted to be feminine. So I went out and bought my first panties and bras. I tried them on and I felt right.
One day, when I was 15, I was sneaking home some thigh-highs, when I was caught by my parents. There was a large argument, I remember it ended with my dad saying "go move in with the other queers in San Fransisco". Anyway, I went to therapy, and at the age of 16, I decided I was not going through a phase, I wanted to be a woman.
Once 18, I was in a happy relationship, and after a year and a half I was dumped. Through upset and suicidal, I felt relieved I could once again approach becoming a woman. When I was on teenhelp for advice, I met George, another trans person, FTM. We PMed for a long time, and eventually we began talking on the phone. Now we are in a relationship. I have never been happier.