Somewhere in my copious possessions I have a similar picture, a 2 year old wearing a white baby dress, 2 foot long white blond hair, a hair clasp, tiny baby shoes and white frilly socks. It's not my grandfather, grandmother or mother or dad...it's me.
I was born with long blond straight hair. I'm now 64 so when I was a baby, nearly all photography was in black and white and I really don't know for sure what color my dress was or my socks or anything else I was wearing was.
That picture was of my mom's first live baby. She had had 6 miscarriages prior to me, all were female fetuses and she'd bought nearly complete clothing collections for her first, second and so on daughters that she was told she was going to give birth to. Unfortunately, in the late 1930's and early 40's no one had any idea about compatible or non-compatible blood types. My dad was A+ and my mom was ORH- completely non-compatible.
Her first 6 births were born premature and dead, when I popped out in 1941 my dad had used up all his life savings for hospital bills with 6 previous births and funerals and my mom was so INTO having a daughter that she just couldn't accept that she'd had a live boy (not completely live, I was born dead too but was revived) and insisted in using all the clothes they'd bought on me after I was finally released from the hospital after having whooping cough, measles, mumps and a half dozen other childrens diseases. After all I was born 1 month premature and blue.
To reiterate a story I've told on here before, but you weren't a member then, My mom raised me fem until I was 15 years old. Home schooling and all. we then moved to a new town where they didnt allow home schooling and I had to be enrolled in public school where I was forced to wear boys clothes. Which I hated. I was also forced to get a boys haircut which I also dreaded and hated.
I wasn't able to wear an unbifurcated garment again until I was 23 years old and visiting the Central Pacific and got into wearing sarongs. Feeling that wonderful feeling again of no cloth edged weapon slicing me in half vertically was a wonderful thing, wore sarongs until 1982 and started wearing skirts at home again. Only since finding this site have I had the courage to go public with skirts about a year ago. I'll never wear trousers again. I only own one pair of denim shorts in case I get arrested and have to spend a night in jail. Otherwise, I'm skirted until I die. I even have in my will to be buried in my favorite skirt.

The fact that I started wearing skirts again in 1982 is why my screen name on here is "Since 1982".
