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 photo was my rebirth of been seen in public.
My very first time was back in 1994 with my ex-wife. We would go walking, holding hands in the night lights of Washington, DC . I wasn’t very confident but we had fun. Since our divorce in 1997, I lost track of my inner woman for years. I really never stopped dressing but I wasn’t that serious about it. I took photos at parks early in the morning or in parking lots before the stores opened. I got my self back together in 2005. it too me two more years to actually be seen in public. I was reborn with nerve in 2010 to be seen.
So in 2010 I visited an adult store that sold toys, books, movies and lingerie. The owner and store clerk was very friendly and a couple of customers never batted an eye at me. which was good. Since then I have been a regular at that store and in other stores. I have yet gone to a bar or club. I’ve been into clothing and shoe stores, grocery and electronic stores, restaurants and nail salons. I look forward in visiting my first mall too.
The 1st time! Oh my! It was probably in the summer of 2000. I was in a flowery ,maxi shirtdress and was walking around a large city in the Northwest. I went into a grocery store that was open all night and browsed the aisles. I had a shoulder length wavy blonde wig, which made me look much younger, and was a little fearful I would be read. But in my considerable experience since then, most people are more concerned with there own lives instead of worrying about yours.
Later that night as I was walking the streets downtown I noticed several men looking at me intently, so I ducked into a nearby hotel and sat in the lobby for awhile. I then went into the hallway leading to the rooms section and noticed I was being followed by a young man who looked like he was operating in an official capacity. I quickly found an exit and returned to my office.
Since then I have quit worrying about being read. I find that most people will treat me as I appear to be, or they do a good job of hiding it if not.
Lucille,
27 years ago I took a new job 1300 miles from home and soon met a gal who quickly uncovered my cross dressing desires. She would take me to stores to shop for women’s’ clothes and then at dinner tell me to go change into some of them. As Halloween neared she proposed that we go to a large party as a dominant-submissive couple all in black, with me en femme, in a skirt and blouse, a small fur around the shoulders and a short wig. She and her daughter did my makeover. We had a wonderful dinner and dance and no one cared that it was my first time OUT. I was thrilled.
Not long after, we did a CD weekend at Provincetown where I travelled en femme. Also, we did an evening harbor cruise and regularly went to concerts and movies with me dressed in what you would call “incognito” mode. We always had great fun.
When I took a job in Europe, things cooled off, but after 3 years, the highlight was a weekend in Paris where my instructions were to be en femme from start to finish. It was pre-9/11 so no travel challenges. It was a wonderful time both for my Reiki teacher and me. Unfortunately the unauthorized SO relationship ended when she insisted on me getting a divorce and I failed to deliver on a plan for a Sandals vacation to celebrate it.
Then a long hiatus occurred where there was no cross-dressing. Recently after a few years of health issues and a long period without intimacy with the girl I married 51 years ago, the desire to cross dress returned and I began to build a wardrobe, etc. More important, I found Femme Secrets and signed up for Lucille’s programs in makeup and breast enhancement and explored hypnosis. Her recommendation on “incognito” dressing has been especially helpful in improving my daily “girly quotient”; it allows me to dress regularly at home but tot to go OUT as a full woman. This summer I followed Lucille’s suggestion of “going bare” to be wonderful and bought a bikini to enjoy in my pool – it is real fun! I also began to put a clear pink polish on my fingernails and pink on my toenails.
Unfortunately, my spouse pretends she hasn’t discovered any of the stashes of clothing, makeup, sandals, etc. in various drawers and closets. She has told her Sister that she will never agree to do what I want – the details were left in the open on my desk this summer but have never been mentioned. I love her immensely and clearly will not seek a divorce, but still I cannot summon the courage to “just tell her everything”. We have so much invested in each other, our families and our friends. Looks like I am between a rock and a hard place. Maybe I can work on getting one or two weekends a year, such as those at Southern Comfort in Atlanta or Fantasia Fair in Provincetown. Fortunately, I still have Lucille as a trusted guide on the road ahead. Thanks for all you give to “your girls”.
Stefanie
Hello Lucille nGirlfriends, !st time was going to my hairdresser n electrolgist she was removing hair on my legs at the time . was nervous but the excitement and great feel of being a woman took over shortly after . a short black skirt and light pink blouse with black pantyhose. and The spritz of perfume on the back of my legs . wow what a great day it was . Then about my 3rd appointment I had made it a thursday evening and there wer about 7 other women there. they had asked my stylist Christine Who was the lady she was doing hair with it was me I felt so great that day. could not believe the women checking out other womenit was the best feeling.
I love when other woman tell me I look good.
First time that was july 2013. And the goal was my nearest shopping center. I had tajt jeans, a white 1/4 long arms top, my favorite pearl neclease, white ballerinas, no stockings and a little handbag and my favorite wig, with a warm red stripe. i GOT 4 COMPLIMENTS FOR MY BEAUTIFU HAIR. It was exciting and a bit nervous but as I said to myself, it is midday and what can happen so I went on. And it all went well. Was very satisfied afterwards and have done that journey many times and it is started to feel totally OK. As usual is the first time the hardest to start with. If that went well is the rest childrens play. Funny thing is that if I is bount homewards late at night so I have started to take a cap, aldow I earlier had no problems walking home alone the same distance. Is that meaning that I am started to get ordinarie womens feelings like be scared at evenings and nights? Had no idea of that when I got out. Surprise, surprise.
Sincerily your
Jullan (oldest trans… in this group 🙂 ).
Sooner or later I will be showing my
feminine side to the public when the
Time is right for me to do it and I will be in
all my feminine glory and find others like
to be at my side all of us will reveal ourselves
As women and will walk together in unison
it will be beautiful and nice I can’t wait to see
The day comes..
Frankie smales
Subservient female
Hello girls, my first time out I was in my early 20s. I had gone to a Merrill Norman studio for a makeup lesson. I had called ahead to arrange things, to make sure they were willing to help me. (Little did I know what they had planned) when I went in two beautiful women were waiting for me. They sat me down next to a bridal party that was there getting mske overs. The lesson went fine until the end when I needed to wash my face to leave. They would not let me saying I couldn’t ruin there hard work. But not to worry they had friends and the friends were expecting us. We walked down the busy street me in makeup but dressed as a man. Wow that was tough! To cut it short we went to a ligerie shop and then womens boutique. After that day I have lived as a woman for the past 20 years. I met a beautiful woman who loves me for me. Our neighbors think we are lipstick lesbians as they affectionately call us. My life is a dream now compared to before.
The first time for me was following on from an appointment at one of the “Transformation” shops in central London. My best friend (who knew about my transvestism) supported me, and accompanied me on the excursion; and accepted me as I emerged in a dark brown wig, white frill blouse, and calf-length skirt. We went to have a pizza meal, followed by an evening at the theatre; I was relieved that I did not attract any unwanted attention (I did observed a few admiring glances).