Hi
I' m Tiphaine (it's my woman name)
I'm shy . I'm single
I am french and my English is bad (sorry for all the mistakes)
Very early (around the age of 9) I was attracted by the girls , their clothes , their physical appearance , their way of being .
(For me women are best than men in many areas)
As soon I could I dressed up as a girl (modifying my own clothes , borrowing others) .I identified with them .
I was often sleeping dressed as a girl (hiding from my family)
According to my morphological changes and to that of the girls , I regreted more and more to be not a girl , not to have their beautiful curves , not their breasts , but something ugly between the thighs .
I hated that thing between my legs : this sex was not mine . I was tempted several times to mutilate it . But ...
Since then I had improved my cross-dress (in my choice of women's clothes , making breasts , trying to hide my penis , ...) , cross-dress became a vital need .
But why was not I a girl ?

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