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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About 10 years ago, I drove to a hotel in downtown Toronto, and walked to a restaurant there. A couple of women saw me walk by, but reaction positive it seemed. I’ve been full time for about 6 years, and in midst of transitioning.
This is me in my gorgeous nightie
Looking full feminine and female
As my token of love to all my fellow
feminine sisters and we all started to
reveal ourselves in female forms
I to myself started to reveal my
feminine side in public now I
have succumb to it .
Frankie smales
Subservient female
Summer of 1968 just before my 15th bday. Was home almost everyday by myself and practicing and enjoying daily.
So you have to understand, I was about 4′ 11″ 90+ lbs, no facial or body hair except maybe a little peach fuzz and my hair was long because it was the 60s.
I wore a white blouse and yellow skirt (I borrowed from my sisters). I wallked about a mile to a local department store called Caldors. Bought some lingerie of my own, my favorit thing that I still remember was a yellow pair of pink panties with a zipper in the front.
I left my home fully dressed in my pickup! I ventured onto the main highway! I have long blond hair and blue eyes. I was wearing my ex-wife’s “leftover” heels and clothes.. The top was a tight white tank, I had shaved my body and tanned my legs the week before. I usually wear some thick cutoff sweatpants underneath my short-shorts to give my hips the needed fullness. I have, recently, been wearing a tight waistband type back-brace to narrow my waistline, what a diff it makes in my figure and boobs! For boobs I use a vac u-pump, combined with SawPal, and believe me, it works! (I can easily fill a DD bra). I stopped at a not-so-busy truck-stop to get gas, one trucker smiled at me and winked and another honked his big horn!! Yippee, I passed, big time! I got sooo excited, that I had a bit of pre to cleanup when home again… Lovely day!
I was staying with a model girlfriend in Paris. Another girl was also
In the apartment as we received a party invitation? What to wear? Don’t worry darling I make you up
So your mother won’t recognize you. German. Only party things were dresses. We tried on all things. Girlfriend the most masculine- me in a little Bo Peep with curls straw hat etc and the other as Spanish flamenco dancer. Bra and petticoats heart beating loved every minute- felt pretty for the first time- flirted with everyone. No
Turning back after. We went to
Venice at carnival as two sisters Chrissy
When I lived in New Orleans years ago I would go to Bourbon St a lot and I dressed like a woman but I needed pointers bad. I became friends with some drag queens that took me under their wing and helped me with make up and fashion. I learned a lot, I loved being able to walk freely dressed as a woman and that is when I knew I had gender issues. I’m still dealing with some fears but I’m getting closer eeveryday to becoming a complete woman.
Tuesday June 17 of this year was my first venture out fully dressed. This time I had to change and do make-up in my car. I went up on Twin Peaks in San Francisco, parked in a overlook and stood next to my car. Only folks in cars and a couple of tourist buses passing could see me. It was early afternoon and a nice sunny day. Then I drove down to Castro Street, parked and walked up and down the street. I wore 2 1/2″ heels, stockings and a pencil skirt 2 inches above the knee, and carried an over the shoulder hand bag–all black. A long sleeve blouse with only a little powder and lipstick, and my own jaw length hair. I didn’t get stares, but then I wasn’t too unusual there. I had my head lifted high and a little smile on my lips. I’m definitely not passable as much I’d love to be, but at 6’1″ and 210, it’s a tall order, and I don’t really care. But I do want to improve myself.
It turned me on driving around and being seen. I’ve had an urge to do this for some time, and I felt much better and somehow more complete. I urge anyone on the fence about this to definitely go for it!
I will be 68 tomorrow and haven’t made it out since, due to my home situation. Otherwise I’d go out at least every two weeks, go to cocktail lounges, and try to meet people. But don’t worry, I’ll be out again, especially when I can get ready at home.
Get a few “never been out’s” do ya? :/