I played with dolls, but mostly in one of two ways- most frequently I put their clothes on and then took them off, on and off, on and off, on and off, all day. Usually I did this while making up a story in my head, but I didn't speak it or act it out, so no one could tell. The other way I played with dolls was to make up these mind-bogglingly bizarre stories and act them out with the dolls- usually involving kidnapping, mistaken identities, evil spells, long journeys, and many changes of clothing. A favorite of mine was to have the weather get cold and then I would put as many layers of clothes as possible on the same doll, one over the other, and then when it warmed up I took them off.
This was part of my ongoing obsession with clothing, which began at an early age and is markedly different from typical NT interest in clothing- I never cared about brands, designers, labels, styles, trends, or even what other people were wearing, I just loved clothing itself, as an art medium, and I loved the sensations surrounding it. But of course, to most outsiders it seems just like a typical girl's interest in fashion, since I am always talking about clothes. They don't notice the difference. And I have had people who know about asperger's say I can't possibly have it because "aspies don't care about clothes". Well, actually, a lot of us do (at least a little!), as I have learned from this website!
In terms of tom-boy-ish-ness. I was kind of in-between. I climbed trees, caught snakes (as well as just about any wild animal I could get my hands on- I just had a particular gift with snakes, and have never been bitten), was rude and wild and made up fantastic adventure games. At my school, when we played capture the flag, we'd send people to sneak through the woods to the other side to get the flag. I was always one of the sneaky ones. And I had a reputation as one of the fastest kids in the school. I still am, although now I can only sprint for about a minute before I am no longer capable of breathing (untreated asthma.

). But I wore pink, I wore dresses, I wore frills- not every day, but enough. I was wildly emotional (still am) and the littlest things made me cry. I hung out with boys, but my two closest friends were girls (a pair of identical twins, actually! Their names were Jewels and Lia), and they were real girly-girls, although they were less girly than most (probably due to my influence).
So, I fell in-between. My parents never tried to force any gender roles on me. The furthest extent of that was that my mother would always ask me if I was going to wear makeup or jewelry, when we were going out to a play or something. She never pressed, but she always asked. I went through a phase where I occasionally wore makeup, but it didn't last very long. It's too much of a bother. I do wear jewelry, though- I never take off my commitment ring or the necklace my bf gave me. Other than that, I usually wear a pair of earrings, sometimes two pairs (double piercings), and occasionally a bracelet or a second necklace.
I think I'm in some ways more girly now than I was as a kid, which is funny because if anything I'm less likely to sway to social rules now than I was then. Back then, I just didn't notice them- but if anyone pressured me, I usually broke. Now, I do notice them more often, and I get upset when I'm pressured, but I don't back down. I have a stronger set of values, ideologies, and philosophies now than I used to. And it's against my philosophy to do something only because other people think I should or expect me to. I do what I want. That doesn't mean I act totally insane (by most people's standards), because I don't just do things at random, either. I do what makes sense to me. I'm not comfortable being nude, therefore I wear clothing. I don't want to hurt anyone, therefore I don't fight with people. I don't like pink, therefore I don't wear it. Etc.