I wanted to dress like a boy from about 11 to 14 or 15. I just wanted comfort. Started to wear boys clothes, then got my hair cut really short. I didn't fit in with the other girls I knew. I knew girls were equal to boys, boys weren't always more intelligent, or more athletic, and didn't get why some girls "acted dumb" and fluttered their eyelashes etc around men. Or were such bitches to each other. Had had friends who were boys in primary school, (all girl secondary, think I'd have got on much better co ed and allowed to wear trousers etc) not just a list of boys I fancied. I felt really lost and lonely. Then I met some local "alternative" kids, and it clicked in my head I could be whatever I wanted to be and it didn't have to have a label. And that I didn't actually care what people thought of me. Loads of the girls lived in jeans and converse or dm's and never wore make up, and loads of the boys wore girls clothes, had pierced belly buttons and wore tons of make up. We were all just people. I experimented sexually (panicked I was a lesbian at one point as I was being refered to as "butch" so often and people were openly asking me was I one) and realised I was just a straight women, who couldn't be arsed with "girly" stuff most of the time. It was actually seeing how sexy some of the boys looked with eyeliner on (the jack sparrow effect) that made me more interested in wearing eye make up to make myself look sexier. Even now my make up is still very "goth" when I do wear it. I quite like wearing a dress and heels the odd time, wearing low cut stuff and my hair is long, and I like dolling myself up sometimes. Like playing dress up. I still feel a lot more relaxed in male or mixed company, could happily sit in our local, hair shoved up in a bun, in jeans and vest top, no make up and trainers with dp and his mates and their partners, but still feel awkward and the odd one out in a group of just women (hen nights, eek!).
Had the "trans revolution" happened back then, before I found like minded or non judgey or snidey friends, I think I could have found myself thinking "maybe that's what's wrong with me" and pushing my mum into taking me to gp. I was so depressed I think she would have, anything that helps etc. As it was I quickly grew out of it, and found out how to be happy with myself and who I am. If this has just come out of the blue, and she's not even sure of her sexual preference yet, it's probably a phase. Does she maybe feel a bit lost too and is clutching at straws?