First memory

my first memory of crossdressing was when i was about three. somehow, i was alone for long enough to put on a dress, heels, and necklace. the colors were bright and mixed up, of course. then i got into the makeup. starting with the red lipstick, i was trying to be like all the ladies i had seen in my life. i have always been very good at mimicking and this is a great example. i remember opening my mouth to try to get the color on in all the right spots. while i'm sure i didn't do a great job, i was doing my best to copy what i had seen. next i had the blush, trying to get it right too. just about then, my mother burst in, quite unhappy. i could tell she was disappointed since this wasn't the first time i had done it, just the first time i remember it. she gave me a long talk about how boys don't do these types of things and told me what she wanted me to do. sadly, this was also one of the last times i remember dressing up until i got much older. i guess i finally started to understand what the world wanted me to do.