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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my first time was a few yrs ago,i went to a tgirls united party.i left my house dressed and drove to NewHope,Penn.i meet some great girls walked around town had dinner and danced the nite away.it was great and I felt fabulouis.now I do it all the time
Iv’e been cross dressing for many year’s, as a young boy, the first time I went out dressed enfemme, was about two months ago, it was a disaster. I decided to out at about 3 AM, I figured nobody would be out then, and I would be safe, well I didn’t realize the bar across closed at that time. So I walking in front of my apartment building, make-up, jewelry, stockings, high hells and a dress, etc, and I hear. Hey babe want to get l***d, I almost fell, so I walked a little faster, he put his hand on my shoulder (being an airborne/ranger) I twisted him around by the arm, and in my deepest voice, I said, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO BREAK YOUR ARM. i let him go and he backed up, I quickly walked to my apartment and NEVER CAME OUT AGAIN.
I want out a few times at night and every time I did I always have guys asking if I was working maybe I had dressed a little to you nice but it was still strange
My first time out in public was my old support groups anniversary banquet I was so busy helping out I never became scared or nervous it was very freeing being out for the first time I believe that it why I am so comfortable being myself theses days. I just so enjoy and feel like a female when I am out as a women it is very enlightening
I know the feeling when going out. If I had to do it over again I would have done a support group in 1995. I have learned through trial and error.
I have felt like a girl since I was 8 I first started my transformation 7 years ago
Hi Lucille, I’ve been dressing for 30 years plus. The first time actually out enfemme was to a tri-ess meeting in Salt Lake. Getting dressed and driving to a meeting place as a woman was absolutely wonderful. Since that first time many years ago, I have been to Sephora, for make-up and a make-over, shopping for shoes and clothes and even to Wal-Mart for groceries and prescriptions. I even go on a regular basis to have my nails done. I absolutely love being a woman! I enjoy being part of your website, thank you. Love Kelsey
My first time out in public dressed as a woman was when I was in my early 20’s. It was a Halloween get together at a grocery store I worked at. I had a girlfriend to do my makeup. The wig I wore fit my completion and body size, at that time.
I thought I would have died showing up like this. But the kicker was that noone recognised me at all. That’s until I came up to them and started talking. There is no way I could change my voice then much less now. My voice is a baritone low.
I had loads of fun. Most of the regulars I had was there. Most of the women who I helped with their groceries, said that I fit the bill as being a woman. I even wore 2.5 in heels. Talking about a very tall woman.
After that night I kept wishing I was a woman. But, as time went by. My only outlet for those feelings went down to just wanting to have breasts. This way if I did decide to go out all dolled up. I could, and not worry about having to reset the form’s.
After most of my life being of being afraid of gay men. I have now since then, had many gay friends. They knew something was up with me. Cause I’m a lesbian in a man’s body. For there are times I even hate my own body and parts.
My first time………….
My first time out was not good. I drank to work up the nerve, and then finally decided to do it. I went to a club in downtown Portland, and they cut me off at the door. I was so depressed, as I was making sure I looked good, makeup, perfume, appropriate attire. I did everything right but I was drunk.
The next day I planned it all. I was determined to go downtown and have a good time. I started off the day with a nice warm bath, shaved all the way.
I knew I had screwed up the night before, so I knew I couldn’t drink. By this time I did not need to, I was going as Stefannie.
Having made an appointment at a nail salon, I knew this was it, no going back. I didn’t dress to the appointment, but I did feel very much so like a new girl. everyone was very nice, and I decided on long French tips. After my nails were done, a gal at the salon suggested we do something with my hair. It wasn’t long, I said no, but did ask if maybe I could get some makeup tips. All I have ever done is what I tried and seen in magazines, it was okay.
What happened was amazing. She did my eyes and they looked very pretty. I didn’t want much more, but asked what I could do to finish off the look.
After picking out a different outfit, I proceeded to do makeup to finish off as I asked. Not saying it was perfect, but I thought I did ok.
This time, I was sober, and determined to get past the bouncer. Making sure I had a purse with my things, (instead of the wallet the night before), I went up and stood in line.
Waiting my turns, finally I made it to the door. I cannot say if it was the same guy as the night before, tonight I had not had a drop, last night a bit of a blur. I was luck not to get a duii in drag, I cant imagine a night in jail like that.
All I got was a smile and an open door, I was relieved, because I thought for sure I would be found out. How would I explain it?
I know I was foolish the first night being drunk, driving and everything. What I found inside was a lovely bunch of people. I knew it was a cd/tg bar, but I had no idea.
I had a fabulous evening, danced a lot, and yes, perhaps drank a bit too much. People bought me refreshments, and I didn’t say no.
I met a lot of good people that night, and was determined that this is what I wanted to do, dance, have fun, and just be Stefannie.
A really nice gal knew I shouldn’t drive, and let me stay at her house that night. Very cool.
Had to work the next day, woke up, went home and changed. when I got to work, one of the first guys I saw said ” you have eyeliner one, did you have fun last night”
I was embarrassed, went to the bathroom and scrubbed it off, but I smiled the whole time….
If you are ever in Portland, Oregon, go to Embers, it is a blast.
First time was after my coming out to my neighbors years ago. Had tea in the garden with them, their garden to be specific. That was the best experience I think, but also an anti-climax, becoming aware that I spoiled so many years hiding for nothing.