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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first time was from Gynway at Blackpool. I changed, and Lynda the owner, said I looked good. Went to promenade,but realised a woman would not walk alone here, so went up to shops. Bought a magasine, then into a thrift shop. Found a skirt I liked and asked to try it on. No fitting room, bur they said they would change it if needed. Also bought some boots (3″ Heel, size 35 Eu) Quite chuffed, and now go shopping etc regularily en femme. Including a bra’ from Tesco. I now never buy clothes in male mode, and like chatting to shop assistants and others. I use the ladies’ loo confidently, and alsays check my hair and make up Also handcream and smile at babys.
Hi. Girls. My first time, I have thirteen years. When I can go outside With a skirt of school, Green and grey, white blouse white sock, tenis. Bra and panties white. From my ancle. And she no know. For my breast I put two socks en each side. Over there put me a sweatshirt and a pants. Then I go to the top of the department and get out the pants. The first time feeling the skirt was so good. I’m feel the wind under my skirt, that was wonderful. These evening has blowing the wind softly. Was in summer. And I say me, it’s now or never. I make up, with a lipstic red, and little dust for my face. Came down stairs and walk to the supermarket over Ten blocks and come in. When I was watching some things I ser me in one mírror and see the blouse was in wrong side. I needed turn around to the correct side. I went to the ladies fitting room, and asidero to the lady. Me I go in. I need turn around my Blouse. And she look me surprised. I think she was thinking How Is possible that a pretty girl never saw that mistake. And said me, Ok, go ahead. I change my blouse and go out. I’m so sadden of this mistake. After that I walk to other place. Remember I walk to the corner and make a call to grandma. And then Walk for other minutes when my nervios go away. I start to feel very well. I lovely that some boys look me. And someone said me precious. I’m feel in heaven. I remember when I know that some boys watch me I move moré my hip. That nigth was unforgettable.
I hope you the best of the best. With my love. Kisses
Was living at home and parents were out of town. So i put on my unders as in panties bra and pantyhose. I put on my dress and makeup then went to a club. Met a man and evenrhough was not a real lady he accepted me as one and we had a wonderful night. And he is my lover
“Joanna”…”Sweetie”, That is also how I met my Boyfriend !!!
I Was 8 Years Old, Found My Mother’s Hidden Cigarettes When My Dad Was Not Due Home To Our Brooklyn, NY Apartment For Another Hour. So Without Much Thought, I Put On A Heavy Coat Of Her Max Factor Red Glory Lipstick, Some Iridescent Bright Blue Eye Shadow, Three Thick Coats Of Jet Black Mascara And A Thick Line Of Black Eyeliner (which was all the rage then) That Ended With Exaggerated “Cat’s Eye” Up-swept Quickly Enjoyed My 1st Cigarette Ever At The Back window, Watching The White Smoke Exhale Slowly & Sensuously Through My Feminine Pouting Lips In The Mirror! I Was Hooked And Rushed Headlong Into A Life Of Cross Dressing. I Quickly Combed My Longish Hair Down Into Bangs, Put On Clip Earrings, A Pair Of My Mom’s 2 Inch Heeled Black Pumps, A Sock Stuffed Bra Under Her White Sweater, My Tightest Jeans And Stuffed Her Purse With A Pack Of Her Menthol Cigarettes, The Red Lipstick, Blue Eye Shadow Mascara & Eyelines & An Elegant Feminine Butane Lighter. I Added Some Condoms She Had Hidden Near Her Cigarette Carton (Wonder Why She Had Those & When She Used Them) And Headed Down The Stairs & Out The Door For A Sexy Walk Around The Block (In The 45 Minutes I Had Left). I Felt, And Acted, Like One Of The Neighborhood Teen Aged “Sluts” & Was Rewarded With Several Wolf Whistles & Complimentary, & Somewhat Suggestive, Cat Calls! I Ducked Into A Burger Joint For A Cup Of Coffee & When The Sexy, Middle Aged Lady At The Counter Said “Yes Miss, Can I Help You?” I Was In Heaven. I Rushed Back Home With Only 10 Minutes To Spare After Finishing The Coffee & A Cigarette And Girlishly Chatting With The Waitress, All As A Transformed “Teenage Girl!” I Got It All Off & Scrubbed My Face Clean Just As I Heard My Dads Key In The Door! WOW! What A First Experienced, I Was A Confirmed Life Long Cross Dresser. That Night, While Self Pleasuring Myself Life All 8 Years Old Boys Do, I Though About All The Sexy Girls In The Neighborhood, At School, And The Exotic Sexy Movie Starts Like Elizabeth Taylor (In Her Full Cleopatra Make-Up) And Realized That I Wanted To Look, Act & Feel Lust Like Them. That’s How I Ended Up Here, Decades Later, As A Part Time Shemale With Small Hormone Induced Breasts, And Lots Of Wigs, Dresses, Exotic Make-Up, Glittery Jewelry, Ultra-High Heeled Shoes & Boots For My Frequent Public Excursions, Driving My Car As A Sexy Blonde, Sensuously Exhaling That White Smoke Slowly & Sensuously Through My Pouting Red Lips After A Seductive French Inhale. And It Drives The Men & Boys So Wild, That The French Inhale Always Lead To Other French Activities, All Generated By That Successful “First Time Out & About” As A “Girl” Many Years Ago!
My fist time was when i was 8. I had a babysetter one day she came over to watch me wearing a skirt, i guess i was staring at her she asked what i was looking at? I said i never saw her in a skirt before and asked why she wore it. She told me it was more comfortable then pants and she liked the way skirts felt. All day she would see me looking at her skirt she would just smile and ask if i need anything. The next day after my my left for work she said i have something for you. I asked what it was , she reached in her bag and pulled a denim mini skirt. She said i thought you might want to try a skirt on. At first i said no but she told me no one was going to find out and just try it. So i did it felt great! After my mom would leve she would pull out a skirt or dress for me and over the next few weeks she tought me how to act,walk,and sit like a girl. Finally one day she said told me we had to meet some of her friends at the mall and she was going to do my hair and put on a little make up. When we got there her friends treated me like one of the girls, we did that for the rest of the summer it was great!
Went into a 7-11 about 5am to buy a pair of pantyhose. It took me 45 minutes to get out of the car and go inside. Another 10 minutes or so to decide which ones to buy. The lady at the register showed no sign of realising if was male but i was sure i was going to die. After i left there i had to pee and wanted to try on the new pantyhose so i went to a dennys and went into the womens restroom. By then it was about 6 am and there were several ladys waiting in line. I about messed my panties but stayed in line and a few minutes later i got a stall. I took care of my business and got out of there. I was amazed that nobody reacted. My outfit was not very well put together and i didn’t have makeup on. I was only 20 at the time so maybe that helped.
My first time out in public as a woman was on Sept. 27, 2007. I took advantage of a transformation service provided by Emerald Fantasy. I was transformed into a streaked blonde woman with lots of hair in loose curls wearing a straight black skirt, nude hose, black pumps, and a frilly print blouse. Once I was ready, we ventured out for my first time in public. We chose to eat in a small Thai restaurant. We intentionally parked so I would be forced to walk a few blocks in public amongst the many pedestrians. Being totally en femme and walking in public in a skirt and heels was very nerve racking. But I survived. Following our meal we left and again walked a few blocks to a specialty chocolate establishment where we sat by the window and had hot chocolate and some dessert. Then it was time for a walking tour of the neighborhood and finally walking back to the car. My first outing in public as a woman was over, but what a day! What do I remember most? I remember the emotions of being out in public for the first time. I remember the feel of the breezes on my legs, the enjoyment of walking down a crowded public street in high heels. I remember the sensation of sitting at small tables and having to remember to discretely sit and cross my legs in feminine mode rather than legs spread in boy mode. I remember a thousand and one little things that made it an unforgettable experience. I will FOREVER remember this day!
There is no way my parents will let me dress at home in femme style, let alone out of the house. With that said, around 2020 I will start going into public in female clothing at least every once in a while