My earliest memories.  When I was about five years old or so.  My mother strapped me down to the kitchen table and then brought my sisters in and announced that she was going to change me from a bad child (male) into a good child (female).  Then she came at me with a rusty spoon.  I awoke hours later in my own bed and did not know if I had dreamnt this or really experieced it for years.  A sister told me that yes it had happened.  This is my first experience at dissociation but hardly my last.