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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It was December, 1986 in Nashville. I was staying at a motel there for a couple of days and shaved my legs completely even though when I went out I was wearing jeans, a clingy top and a sweater. There was a mall a short distance away and I went there just to walk around and shop and in a discount drugstore I was looking at holiday cards and another woman who was looking at the cards said “Hey look at this one!” and it was a funny one with Elvis. I managed a girly giggle.
A guy held the door open for me when I left and I managed to say “thank you” in kind of a stage whisper. This was years before I had anything close to a good voice. At a convenience store where I bought some beer to unwind with, the clerk said “Will that be all, hon?” Again I managed to mutter “No, that’s it,” and she said “Thank you, ma’am.”
When I got back to the motel I really enjoyed that beer. So it was easy and felt really good but as I’ve said so many times I was blessed with good facial structure, a good figure and a pretty face.
My first time completely dressed as a woman was in Frankfurt West Germany in 1980. I walked around the block, stopping to buy a pack of German cigarettes. I was so nervous as I lit one and continued walking home. I felt like everyone I passed could tell I was not who I was trying to portray. I arrived home with no problems. It felt wonderful feeling my nylons on my legs and smelling the perfume in the air and my long wig brushing my shoulders. It was an exhilarating experience. I loved it.
Well, I never have considered myself to be a woman but growing up I was often taken as a girl. At first I did not like this. But as the years went by I became accustomed to it and decided bit by bit to totally wear clothes designed for women but it was a gradual process. In addition to clothes I now wear temporary makeup as well as permanent makeup and do wear full breast enhancers and shapewear when the weather permits. I liked to wear high-heeled footwear and went up to almost 9 inches (22 cm) with the rear heel in platforms but have had to abandon wearing them as I have arthritis in one of my toes and have trouble with my feet now. As a senior sometimes I am referred to as a “she” and sometimes as a “he”. According to the many gender-of-the-brain tests I have taken online I am very feminine. Be as it may I have not been able to get along with transgender women but get along very well with cisgender women!
I will never go back to wearing clothes designed for men unless I could hitch up with Dr. Who and go back to another era and even then I may be somewhat ambivalent about it but I love clothes for sure!
I have went on drives as a woman many times, but the first time I confronted others as a woman was a couple of days ago. I went for my second hair removal session and I decided to go as a woman. Of course, it helped that they knew and accepted me as transgender beforehand. I was nervous, but I got through it.
Other than mascara and lipstick, I’ve never tried make-up before, so I avoided it this time. And unfortunately, my nerves caused me to not be in the right feminine mindset, so I felt and probably acted and sounded more masculine than I wanted.
I am 65 years old now went out my first time at 25 I am 5 ft 7 and at that time 150 lbs size 12,I thought I looked great went to rite aid bought a pair of pantyhose ant the clerk read me right away I payed for the stockings and as I was leaving I heard her tell the personnext to her that was a guy,that was the fastest I walked in heels since, now I am a size 16 or 18 but I can do my makeup much better,go out sparingly since my wife does not approve
My first time was about 18 months ago. My friend from work and I made plans to meet at Starbuck’s after work. She had never seen me before and I was more than a little nervous. I went to a professional makeup artist to be made up. That was a real treat on it’s own.
I wore conservative, yet, stylish clothes. At 61 I didn’t want to look frumpy. I met my friend outside of Starbuck’s. She said that I was so convincing that she almost didn’t recognize me. The only down side was that she would not call me by my fem name, Heather.
After coffee I met another friend for dinner. She was so accepting. She said that I completely passed. We had a great time. We talked and laughed like girlfriends. It was so great. Now we go out to dinner at least once a month.
I generally go out in public once a week dressed. I have been since my early 20’s. My first time was a gay bar. As it turned out three girls I knew came into the bar. They did recognize me. I was very nervous but they were terrific. From that point on the four of went out together to both gay and straight bars.
A little over three years ago I woke up one morning, and had one of those epiphanies one has in life now and again, you know? It was like I woke up, turned to my wife, and said “I’m going to die first, if I don’t start now”. What that translated to was that I had just realized that here I was 5_ years old and still not me. And that if I kept on holding off till the perfect time/moment in life, that I’d probably never finally get to be myself, and die before the miracle ever even happened!
Well that just was not going to be the end! So that afternoon I made my first public debut of my authentic self. I was wearing something probably inappropriate for my age, a short mini skirt I believe, some gel breasts, too much lipstick, etc. But I didn’t care, I was going out in public at last, and I walked out the front door resolved not to duck and hide at the first sound of an approaching car, or encounter with an unknown neighbor walking their dog or whatever.
My daring plan was to go across the street to visit Trev and Jen, neighbors of some many years, younger and modern and probably safe to come out to, I prayed.
Well it was an amazing evening of wine and talk and and food and more. At one point Jen informed me that for the first time ever since we knew eachother (10 years+) she didn’t feel uncomfortable with me. She went on to explain that she’d always sensed that I was hiding something, never really just myself. She said she never could put her finger on it, but that that mistrust and doubgt was suddenly
OOPS! OOkay I don’t like that! I wasn’t done and certainly hadn’t spell checked. So I’ll pick up where I left off, and try and wrap this up quickly.One more comment first, the reason I decided to share about this topic on this venue was I hoped that reading it might spare somebody else years of toddering on the brink, and give them impetus to courage and taking the first steps to the rest of a new wonderful life, instead of burying it deep for a better time, situation, etc. So continuing from the first comments cut off point:”…the mistrust and doubt were suddenly gone!
Then there was another synchronicity that night as well; when I first arrived at Jen and Trevs front door that afternoon, Killer as usual went apeshit and was trying with some success to scare the daylight out of me as usual. This dog made tanzaniun devils look like field mice, he was so mean. And since moving in across the street he’d made it his own special purpose to rid the world of me by ripping me to shreds with relish and abandon.
Well Killer was true to nature that night as well and had to be pulled away by both of them so they could finally open the door and say hi. But then something happened as I lightly pranced into their living room and did my first curtsy(badly) and sat down on the carpetewd livingroom floor with them. When I started talking Killer grew silent. And looked kind of puzzled too I might add. Well by the time my wife got home later that evening,ol’ Killer was on his back in my lap getting heavier and heavier, tail wagging, neck licking etc!
Jen said Killer must have been some kind of truthometer or such, and now that I was finally being real honest me.
My what can change in three little ol years! I have been living 24/7 as myself, as the woman that I am ever since that day! I started HRT a little over two years ago, and am scheduled for SRS/GRS in just 42 days! But most importantly, I am finally happy. And myself. And life has never been even close to being this good! It hasn’t all been easy. Not at all. But it HAS BEEN WORTH IT!