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!
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I had a girlfriend that took me to several alternative night clubs and loved it. The whole walking in heels is so exciting to me. I meet people from time to time like myself and go out really hard to find time though. Requires alot of time shaving and all.
My wife dressed me in clothes she got me for my birthday, a complete set of a two piece dress in dark red, red sandal heels, bra, panties and a half slip. She did my wig, make up and she took me for a ride at night. We window shopped in town and passed a few people. She then took me to a fast food place for burgers but I was so excited the last thing I wanted was food. That was 30 years ago. I still get a hard on thinking about. She has been buying me clothes and shoes ever since. I love her!
Wow that’s great
First time out: was meeting a TG date from OK Cupid at a restaurant. I looked terrible. Sad selection of clothes, no makeup, my horrible voice, and all 6’4″ of me, but I was determined to have my outing. I parked as close to the restaurant as possible to avoid stares. I numbed my mind as soon as I walked in to cancel my anxiety as I asked for help. Then I spotted my date, went over to a warm welcome, and sat down to a nice meal. As far as we could tell (she was just a little further along than I) no one cared. This was San Rafel, CA. A night to remember. Colleen
I have been out quit a few times over the years. I guess the first time was maybe 15 years ago. Went out with a friend to a cowgirl bar. 98 % girls .Had a real great time too! We were their for 4 or 5 hours , and late into the evening. My friend Linda Is a line dancer so you might say , she lead the way.
I don’t dance so I was just watching most the time. But, while
being as cute and nice as I could to the rest the girls their as I could and still a bit shy ,I found I was excepted by most and had a great time. I was also very excited when I found one of the girls hitting on me. I am sure she knew about me , and am also sure the other girl she was with wasn’t to happy to see her an I hitting it off. For a gurl as I am , this was I guess one of my best thrills. SHE was a real fox, and I do love girls so very much. This was a perfect bar for me I am sure !
But as things go her other girl friend soon became very demanding and they soon left. Ok, can’t win them all.
I have been back there several times since , but no such luck finding that wonderful person again. Linda has been there many times since and said she has also been there and ask about me.
I know I am not one of the best for passing as a woman , but I find if I dress age appropriate , and nice , I can be excepted by most. I know that most of the girls like me but their are always a few that might find me a bit hard to swallow. LOL I would like some day to find that very special one again.
There are ways that most of can find our ways to get by , and I also know that one of the most important issues we face is being excepted as we are. I think if we all try to dress right for who we are and try to project ourselves as any other woman would that most every one will be excepting.
I think it hurts me and many other gurls like us to see the ones that go just a bit to slutty out . they aren’t excepted many places . And yet they too are seeking to be understood.
Girls help yourself be all the woman you can be and project that image to all those around you. You will find that inner gurl becoming a much happier woman and find many many more places to be the one you really want to be In your own eyes as well as the prying ones around you.
I am 65 now and not as cute as I used to be by any means. But I find so many girl friends and gurl friends that still find me attractive and easy on the eye. I owe most of this to finding the right way to dress and the right way to project myself to others. Not all women are beauty queens so no matter what we look like we can always fit in if we dress like we belong.
I would like to see many more pictures of all the gurls out their. They are always so inspiring and so fulfilling . We know who we are inside and I think we should always take the chance to show it off. It has made me stronger and much happier to do so. I unfortunately have a private life I must protect for a couple more years . I get to retire soon and plan to come the rest the way out. I build custom motorcycles for a living and I think “Paula” would suffer greatly from being the real person she is at this time. So for me getting to go out and play is very hard to do!
I am so glad you have this site . It helps all of us so much. I just wish, as I am sure many other gurls do, that I had been born with all the correct parts and not have to live this split life !
I am still all woman inside, though not all girl. Wish things had been different when I was young I could have made the change complete. Back then we were still considered very taboo. Today, there is so much help to be found and so many, as you, that we find to give us a hand and support.
Thank you………. Paula
I totally hear you Paula. Although I haven’t been out enfemme, I can relate to your story. It’s hard in the biker community and in the “real” world to just be yourself. I’ve been struggling with my real self all my life. (Can’t even remember when it all began) only a handful of people know “me”. Only a couple of them can accept it.
Where I live, I’d probably get seriously hurt or worse if I went out fully dressed. I am close to it though. Can’t do the hair and makeup thing and only wear prosthetics when I have on a coat. It’ll probably always be this way. but when I am her, my true self, I feel damn good.
I joined a club that provided opportunities to meet at restaurants and dine. The first time I managed to sneak out of my neighborhood however my automobile needed gas and I had to fuel the car at a busy gas station. I thought I would explode as I started to fuel the car and no one even gave me a second thought.
My first time was early this year. I went to a T girl “meet up” group at a local pub that ran a drag show on a Saturday night.
The walk from the car to the pub in the dark was fine – after a couple of deep breaths – and it helped that it was dark. Waiting at the traffic lights to cross the road had me feeling very self conscious and vulnerable and I imagined everyones eyes were on me.
When I walked into the pub – horror of horrors! I could see only men in the crowded bar. I walked on and finally found a group of cross dressers who gave me a warm welcome. Within a few moments I felt quite at home and loved the experience.
I now go to the pub regularly and have made good friends. It is a strange feeling to be called “darling” by the barman – but I love it! I do also venture out to functions but I am still apprehensive/anxious when I first step out to “strut my stuff”. I intend to release my female persona more and more and I must add that the make up videos are a great help and aid my confidence, particularly when genetic girls tell me that I “pass”.
I am now working on my voice.
This is lengthy…
About 25 years ago my spouse and I were invited to a Halloween party. Now, remember, I had been secretly dressing for about 4 years, but this would be my first and only time dressed and out with her. We had been to a business convention earlier in the year and dressed as Captain and Tennielle. About a week before the Halloween party, my wife recommended we do a switch. She would be the captain and I would be Tennielle. How could I turn her down?
Knowing I could not wear any of my clothes, I was fortunate enough to be able to wear hers (since we wear the same size, except for shoes). So, we sat down and decided what I would need to be, as she called me, Brandee. I made a list, checked it more than twice, and headed out to get the needed items.
My first stop was a shoe store, where I bought black Mary Jane shoes. (I would be wearing my wife’s red and black dress sweater dress). Then, it was off to K-Mart for fake nails, panty hose and jewelry. No problems. I came home with my treasures and she was surprised with what I had bought. “Didn’t you feel funny buying all those things?” she asked. “I told her yes, but that a lady at the store had helped me. I told her it was for Halloween.”
Anyway, two nights before the party, my wife suggested I shave my legs, arms and hands and dress so she can see what I looked like and I could practice walking in heels. To make a long story a bit shorter, I did shave and walked around in her dress, etc. for about three or four hours. She continually laughed at me. But, she did think I looked cute.
I was so excited the day of the party I could hardly wait to get dressed again. I shaved closely and started getting ready about 4 hours before the party. My wife took about an hour to apply my makeup and loaned me a bra and panties for the night. I quickly got dressed and when I put on the jewelry and the wig, WOW!!! I had never looked so good.
My high school daughter was getting ready to go out and when I knocked on her bedroom door, she almost fell over. She had never seen her father in drag. She loved my appearance. We took a few pictures and after my wife was ready, she handed me a purse with all the makeup I would need, and we were off.
When we got to the party, our friends greeted us at the door. Yes, I was nervous, but they were amazed at my appearance. I needed to stop at the bathroom, so my wife entered the party scene first. Moments later, I walked out and up behind a friend, who asked my wife where I was. She said “He will be here in a minute.” I tapped our friend on the shoulder and as he turned around, I planted a red lipstick kiss on his cheek. He did a double take, wasn’t sure who I was, then almost fell over, realizing it was me. Everybody laughed.
The night was fantastic. I was Brandee from about 4 until 3 in the morning. At the party, all the guys wanted to try on and walk in my heels. It was comical. They could not understand how I could walk so well. Heck the heels were only 2 1/2 inches. It was easy. One of the ladies could not believe how beautiful my legs were. I got the prize for best dressed and the best legs. I also had to dance with many of the men at the party, including one who was dressed as a priest and tried to put the moves on his pretty virgin partner. I think he liked my breasts pressed against his chest when we slow danced. Obviously, when you drink a little too much, things can get a little out of hand.
My lovely spouse also had had a little too much to drink, so I had to drive home at 2 in the morning. It was a cold night and the windshield on the car was clouding up as I drove, despite the defrost. So, on a busy thoroughfare, I stopped the car at the side of the road, got out and cleaned the window off with a paper towel. As I was doing so, a police officer stopped and asked if all was OK. He had no idea. I think he was actually looking at my legs as I leaned across the car to clean the windshield.
When we got home, I poured my wife into bed, and then went through everything in her closet. I must have tried on 10-15 dresses and outfits for possible “future” use. Didn’t get to bed until about 6 a.m. but everything was worth it.
The following morning, my wife said I was the hit of the party, but said she preferred me as her husband and that she would kill me if she ever found me dressed in her clothes. “It’s not something a man is supposed to do.” I have honored her request. She has never found me dressed in HER clothes…I wear my own.
Wowww, your picture looks great! Beautiful, in your own clothes, as you promised your wife.
Such a fun, enjoyable story. Glad you posted.
I will tell about my first time out since I made the decision to start telling someone about my being transgendered. On Jan 1, 2013 (actually New Years Eve) I came out to my neighbor lady friend. She offered to take me shopping for clothes and makeup, so one week later we went to a consignment store where I tried on a lot of dresses and outfits. I felt so right doing this and knew right then and there that this was a path I was going to follow from there forward. Following that we went to an Ulta store where one of the ladies there set me up a makeup plan and showed me how to apply various products including Bare Minerals foundation. I was so happy that I could now look much more feminine. I was not self-conscious as I sat in the chair at Ulta dressed up and finally getting to know some of the secrets that women know to looking good. Since then I have been taking herbs and progesterone (I am on Day 204 at present). I have breasts…A cup, maybe a small B…and hope to continue until I fill out all my bras…B cup. I’ve come out to many friends and some of my family and the response has been overwhelmingly positive. I am 65 yrs young and will follow this path for the rest of my life. I’ve never been so happy! Thanks Lucille…I owe you everything.