When I was younger, maybe 8 or 9, I grew up in a large family that was predominantly female, and the only people my age that lived with me were my female cousins. That made me the only boy in the home. Once I asked myself, “What if I were a girl? Would I feel more included?”

And so I would build a fantasy around that. I would dress up and draw pictures, visualizing myself as a girl. Nothing s***** at all – I was too young to understand all that yet. Nor am I bi or anything, I’m actually quite straight.

I thought this fantasy would be a thing of the past now, but every now and then it comes back. I try to fight the urges and put the past back in the past where it belongs, but there it is. You know what else? This is the first time I’ve told anyone.