Stepping out publicly as a woman is a powerful way to validate your female self.
In fact, I recently published a poll asking “How often do you go out in public as a woman?”
I was happy to see that the majority of my readers (transgender women and crossdressers) go out at least occasionally.
No matter how often you do it, I’m sure you can remember your first time presenting as a woman or crossdressing in public.
Since this is such an important gender-affirming step, I’d love to hear about it!
When was it? Where did you go? And what was your experience?
Please share with us in the comments below!
And if you’ve never been en femme in public, I’m sure you’ll find lots of inspiration in these stories.
As always, thank you for reading and participating!
Love,
Lucille
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The first time I went public as a woman was one day in downtown Toronto where I live, about 10 years ago. I drove there, and walked into a hotel lobby, and back to my car. A couple of women noticed me walk in, and I know studying me as walked past them, but it seemed to be a positive response, with no other obvious attention besides, that I remember. My heart was pounding, nervous, but elated as well. There was no turning back since then. Thanks again Lucille!
Marian
Hi Lucille,
first off love your blogs and your advice. Its helped a lot. Now my first time out in public we went to a movie my friend maria( a gg-genuine girl) and i. I was so scared and afraid I would be outted. I was shaking and well even afraid to go to the bathroom. I was lucky my therapist gave me a letter stating iI was her patient and i was allowed to use the women’s restroom. Yet even with that iI was frieghtened that somebody would recognize me or see thru my make-up. But iI was fortunate it didntdidn’t happen. The girls at ‘Studio Lites’ in denver helped me with my wig, beard buster, make-up, and fem garters and gaffs. I wore skinny jjeans, with a white blouse, and high heels. Not to high but enough. After that night I was relieved and continued to dress fem. thanks for all your advice it has helped a lot.
Love,
Kellie A. Fresquez
Skinny Jeans are not women’s clothes men wear them all the time, usually with their bum showing. So do away with them.
do something different, a slim fitted midi skirt and f**k me ankle boots, oh and some fishnet stockings and you will be the Queen among the princesses.
I love you, Maxwell x
I have always thought I had a feminine side to me. But it all started back in 2002, my girlfriend and I was playing some guitar hero and seeing as I was more advanced than her I made a bet with her. If I won she have to clean the house, serve and feed me bed for a whole day in nothing but her underwear. She said and if she won, I said you choose. She said if she won I would have dress as a female (outfit, shoes, make up, hair etc.) and I would have to go out for in public for the day. I said your on, seeing as I knew I had a sucker lol. Well needless to say I lost not only once but 2 out of 3. I asked Ok when do we do this, just wanted to pay off my debt as quickly as possible and seeing as it was close to Halloween she choose that day. One or two days before she took me shopping for an outfit, hair some make up to match my skin tone and heels. She then took me to get a mani and pedi with color. The day of I shaved all the body and facial hair off, she applied the make up and dressed me up (that was an three to four hour process). After all dolling up was done she said now look in the mirror, I was like holy crap is that me? Now, although I thought I looked pretty darn good I was really hesitant on going out in public dressed as a female. She said your bet is not paid off yet, We (I ran nervously) got into she car, she drove us to the marina where they have a small park and walkway path next to the water. She Ok lets take a walk around, I was shaking I was so nervous, I thought about backing out of the deal but I came this far. We got out and walked around next to the water as she took pictures of me, she taught me how to walk in heels, sit on the bench like a female and how I should be moving. There was alot of people there and I felt at anytime someone was going to come and start some trouble. However not one person even really noticed, a few people was jogging towards us and just smiled and said hello. We were out there for about an hour or so, then she said Ok were not done yet. I was like WHAT?!? We got back in the car and she took us to a restaurant, we walked in and she kept reminding me that I had to walk and sit like a female does, the receptionist asked how you two ladies doing this evening. I was wow she saw me as a lady cool, however I was still really nervous. We got seated and seeing as I did not have a female voice she told me she that she would order for us, I was like thank you lord. Lots of people in there the server came and took a double look and smiled, my GF then said doesn’t he look gorgeous, the girl taking our order said wait that’s a MAN, OMG I thought something looked, OMG he is I mean she OMG, she then asked but why if you don’t mind me asking, I then said this is what happens when you think you have a sucker and lose a bet, she OK I see but you look very much like a woman. I was wow did she really think so. There was two other girls looking my way and one of them came up and asked where do you get your nails done, my GF answered for me, she Ok thanks and went back to table, I think she just wanted a closer look. We finished our drinks and dinner and my GF said Ok I think you paid off your debt now with a BIG ‘ol smile on her face. We got back in the car and drove home. On the way home she said now you know what it’s like and what we go through everyday. She then asked me so how did it feel to do all that. I said it actually felt exciting and exhilarating I never thought that I could pass as a female. We got home I took off the outfit and seeing as we went through all of this four hours of work I left the make up and bra and panties on put on my jammies and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror I was still in awe. So sorry for the long story, but since that day I have been dressing as a female, get mani and pedi’s regularly my brows waxed and groomed, I buy and apply my own make up and even shop for my own clothes. I have given my female half her own name, wish I could get an ID card with my female name and picture on it. Would save alot of time and anxiety when asked if an ID. I dress every chance I get and go out every chance I get, and when I can’t dress I ware my female underwear under my male clothes everyday. It’s feels so wonderful when I can get fully made up, I think my next step will getting an make over by an pro and have some pictures taken. My GF is a total supporter for me she even asks me for make up tips and outfit choices funny huh. With out her I don’t think I would have the courage to do any of this on my own, she is my security and I don’t feel nervous when we are out in public together. However there was one time we were wait for a table and she had to use the restroom and I waited outside for her, there was a few guys sitting at the bar stairing at me and I thought one them was going to approach me, I almost fell apart then she came out and put her arm around me and said I’m so sorry I left you for so long there was a line, she could see I just about lost it. But all went well after that. She’s the greatest.
Thanks reading and I hope this helps anyone out there who is thinking about stepping out and get out of the closet. Your missing a wonderful experience every time you do. Everyday missed is a day lost.
What a beautiful story. Congrats for having met these two girls in your life: your fem self and your GF. No many woman nowadays are so open-minded as to accept and support us CDs. I would like to find one girl like that myself, because I really like woemen but also like dressing up and enjoy my femenine side. Latin American countries seem to be very conservative. I want a girl that help me with my makeup and that endorse me to go out with her dressed up. I am also a person with sight disabilities and want to enjoy my whole personality… oh dear.
The first time I went out and about as a woman was Oct1960.
My mother and father was away and my sister was at work and I had been dressing for a while so I had some womens clothes
and things. I can remember it very well. In them days there was no tights but stockings and I had an old corset of my mothers with sespenders and a pair of brazilin coulorded stockings and I wore my sisters red dress and I remember useing my sisters makeup and Dancing about and I had the urge to venture out side it was very windy and the wind blew up my dress and it took my breath away and my dress blew right up to my face..the frill this gave cor. I decieded that I was going to town with that put on my mothers cream couled 3/4 coat a headscarf and my mothers shoulder bag with some money in a purse and a lipstick. I went to the front door and oppened tentefly and look about..nobody about and I went outside and the cold wind blew up my skirt and I tried keep it modest while I closed and locked the the door I then went out onto the street started to go to the bus stop after about a hundred yards I met my nextdoor neighber….she never gave me secound glance. I was having great difficulty with my dress trying to keep the skirt part down I got to the bus stop was there was 2or3 people waiting I took shelter in a shop doorway and I caught sight of myself in the shop window….I was shocked I looked a woman. I got on the Bus and paid the conductor ,a old school friend got on the bus and looked at me as he passed…nothing.
Got to Town and got off the bus the wind seemed to have got stronger .As I got off the bus a gust of wind blew my dress right up and there was a deafening woolf whistle.I can still feel my blushing now. I got to a cafe and had a coffee…People still saw me as a woman and I was very pleased with my self but then a nightmare my sister come and sat opersit me…didnot gave me a second glance.
I went to the lue{ladies of course} Then I went home content. I was mad to do it at first but glad I did. XXX
I don’t often go on the street in public, but usually dress at the venue. On this particular night the venue’s toilets were discussing and I also found I’d left some stuff at home. I decided to go home and change, then walk from my car to the venue.
It was Saturday night and the streets were packed with young people. Virtually no one took the slightest bit of notice and I immediately felt very comfortable and most certainly unthreatened.
The venue was a gay/lesbian party in a straight nightclub so my dress for the night was party style. The skirt may have been a tad short for my 72 years, but I felt very sexy and unashamed. The who experience has changed my attitude about dressing at the venue.
Here’s a photo of me outside the casino and on my way to the party. I wore flats and changed into highs there, but wore highs back to the car later.
I almost was forced to go out my first time. A number of years ago I let my hair grow out and started getting it permed. It’s a beautiful silver that women pay big bucks to get that color. I’m lucky that my Adams Apple is small and un-noticable. I also started carrying a purse as with so much in my pockets caused pain when I sat. Even dressed in men’s clothing, people started holding doors opened for me. Store clerks, waiters and waitresses started calling me Ma’am. The deciding factor was when I almost caused a riot when I went into a men’s room. I decided then that I no longer had to live for society but for myself. We take several vacations a year so I started going as the woman I am. No one gave me any indication they saw me as anything but a woman. It soon became a 24/7 thing and I haven’t looked back. I was finally able to be the woman I was meant to be.
It was a few years ago when I went to a local woman that does trasnformations. She did my makeup and helped me select a wig. When she finished working her magic she turned me around to see myself in the mirror. For the first time in my life I saw a woman in the mirror and I almost cried.
I was teamed up with another CD for the day. We met and went out, first stop … Dress Barn. For the FIRST time ever, I was dressed as a woman, outside and DURING THE DAY!! I was so nervous but, with support from my new girlfriend, we went inside and poked around. I found it strange that in Dress Barn that I was the ONLY person not wearing pants. Enev the sales staff was not in a dress or skirt.
Next stop, getting my nails done. WOW! dressing like a woman and now being treated as a woman. I felt like I was in heaven.
Final stop, dinner. We went to a place where many CD go to. The staff, and customers, seemed very accepting. The food was great and the best part is when the waitress came over and asked “Would you ladies like any desert?” LADIES! She called us LADIES!!
I now felt like I finally crossed that hurdle and now have the confidence to try this again.
Next stop … dressing 24/7 for 2 weeks as I go storm chasing.
My first time out as a woman was to a square dance club where the organisers were having a “last chance Debutant Ball”. Most of the dancers were in their 60s and we normally hadf quite a few who got dressed up. This time it was meant to be “straight”. However I decided I had not been a “deb” so I asked one of the organisers if I could be one. There was a bit of a silence but they agreed as we sometimes have a bit of a laugh when dressing up. I decided to go all the way and made my own dress – what nice comments there were – arranged for a professional to do my make up – bought some low heels so I would not tower over the rest of the “debs” and had to learn ballroom dancing as a woman so we could all dance a waltz for the debs. The dance caller had no idea. We were all “presented” and my dancing teacher was asked to partner me in the waltz as no other gg women were able to cope with the situation. All went well until the end when we found that some purses had been stolen – mine one of them & I had to get home in someone else’s car. What a riot but I later found the purses as someone had seen the thief toss it on a garage roof on his escape. I will never forget that night.