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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Hello for me it started in 6th grade I was using parents bathroom to go to restroom. When I opened the hamper lid and saw my moms pshycidellic bikinni panties. I pulled them out and in touching them they felt soooo soft and in examining them I found the crotch lining covered with a white female ecscretion. Which I smelled and became addicted to the female essence. After trying on her panties felling how they felt and looked on my adolescent body and male parts. I guess I woke up something inside me my femme side. Well I stuffed that because society said I was a boy so I acted the part. There is more to this story wish I could put it all down
My first time was at a garden party in a good friend’s garden.
Her and her husband were present as well as a lot of their friends and family.
I was wearing skinny jeans, breast forms and a summer top.
All the other guests had been told I would be attending and my name.
It was so validating being called Lucy all day and everyone being so pleasant.
Needless to say I had a little too much to drink but I was so happy.
Lol. I can honestly say I was never shy. My first time I walked down to the LRT station and took the Transit train to Downtown. Went shopping at Dollarama at the mall and a couple other places. I must say…there were guys with their girlfriends and the gf’s were literally telling them to close their mouths as their jaws were dropped and eyes fixated on me. I was in value village ( I didn’t realize how short my skirt was), anyway I have never seen that many men in the woman’s shoe isle in my life.
I honestly do not care what other people think or say about me. Quite frankly…it’s none of my damn business what they think or say about me. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had bad days, but my first time seemed fairly well received. Even avoided getting a ticket from the transit officer. Checked everybody in platform except me, I got a nice smile, and a lot of dirty looks from the girls who all got tickets. Lol. I can honestly say I was never shy. My first time I walked down to the LRT station and took the Transit train to Downtown. Went shopping at Dollarama at the mall and a couple other places. I must say…there were guys with their girlfriends and the gf’s were literally telling them to close their mouths as their jaws were dropped and eyes fixated on me. I was in value village ( I didn’t realize how short my skirt was), anyway I have never seen that many men in the woman’s shoe isle in my life.
I honestly do not care what other people think or say about me. Quite frankly…it’s none of my damn business what they think or say about me. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had bad days, but my first time seemed fairly well received. Even avoided getting a ticket from the transit officer. Checked everybody in platform except me, I got a nice smile, and a lot of dirty looks from the girls who all got tickets. Lol. I can honestly say I was never shy. My first time I walked down to the LRT station and took the Transit train to Downtown. Went shopping at Dollarama at the mall and a couple other places. I must say…there were guys with their girlfriends and the gf’s were literally telling them to close their mouths as their jaws were dropped and eyes fixated on me. I was in value village ( I didn’t realize how short my skirt was), anyway I have never seen that many men in the woman’s shoe isle in my life.
I honestly do not care what other people think or say about me. Quite frankly…it’s none of my damn business what they think or say about me. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had bad days, but my first time seemed fairly well received. Even avoided getting a ticket from the transit officer. Checked everybody in platform except me, I got a nice smile, and a lot of dirty looks from the girls who all got tickets.
My first all-in complete makeover was in Kingston Ontario at Sernity Spa in Brock Street. It is now called “Symphony” Spa. I had highlights before this, but Cynthia said “trust me” and proceeded to give me my first all over blonding, after which she rolled my hair on those prickly rollers. Then a MUA names Cher took me to a mirrorless studio and gave me a facial “buff” which smoothed my beard area to perfection. Then came airbrush foundation, lots of shading, a lip colour/plumper that lasted three days!, lashes and then a setting spray.
After that Cynthia came in, removed the rollers and brushed and teased my hair to a strangely feeling style. Then they both lead me with my eyes closed into the main salon…..WOW! I looked like Marylin Monroe!. “This is me??”
Yes, this is you, girl. I spent the rest of the day in Kingston’s boutiques and shops. I bought a Marylin dress at a vintage boutique. Bliss!
I have had nothing but good experiences being out and about both alone and with others but on the other hand, I am still nervous about being so. I try and be a good TransMother to others just coming out and I realize how tough it is no matter what the circumstances. I do think that it is a bit more challenging the older you are, however, and I know how challenging things can be. I am around for those that want help with makeup, photography, and deportment in Central NJ, USA.
I actually don’t really remember my first time stepping out dressed as a girl. I know it happened. I went from wearing male clothes to female clothes. First in my room with the door locked. Then with a shoestring tank/singlet underneath a male tshirt selected to look like something a girl would wear. But I don’t remember the specific moment I first did it openly. I know it was with a friend who knew and I know there was a night pre-hrt where I went out dressed as a girl and that the transwomen with me tried to give me medication under the table and were mad I refused and that guys hit on me at the bar. I was only wearing the clothes. My development hadn’t started yet. What I know for sure is in those days as I developed with hrt, the bad comments shifted to remarks of attraction and compliments and just the simple fact of being called a girl, lady, woman by strangers. I wish I could be 2014 me physically again. I was my most healthy and happy. Now I don’t wear make up anymore, I gained weight from hormone blockers failing, those first clothes that suited me sit in a drawer, my closest allies have died or are being kept from me by the universe, and something as basic as getting jeans that actually are the size on the label is a constant headache. Not to mention I’m still waiting to finish my transition, ten years longer than I wanted. I hope one day I can be that girl again.
Hi everyone my first experience felt amazing Iam a transgender woman and live 24/7 as a female
The feeling I get when people use female pronouns like mam, miss , her etc
I just acted normal my first time out and now society sees me as a woman
I absolutely love being a girl and wouldn’t change my identity for the world
So don’t be afraid and just act naturally
Also blend in font dress like your a hooker lol see how other females dress and act and no one will notice
Best of everything to everyone and I wanted to thank Lucille for all her advice
Love Kaitlyn (Katt)
The word scared is what I felt like on my first time out in public. I had thoughts about being outed as a guy dressed up as a girl
I thought that people would see me and laugh at me. When I finally got the courage to go out among people, I was astonished that no one was paying attention to me. It was like I was a girl going out to shop. The longer I stayed out, the more I realized that all my fears were for nothing. I was accepted by everyone as a girl. When I was addressed as Miss by a salesperson, I knew that I had passed as a girl.
What a great feeling it was to know that I had been calling Miss
This is a lovely note and I try and stress to others that regardless of how nervous thinking there is a spotlight on them generally people simply do not care (for good and bad) about others and a good starter is the shopping experience since the people in the sales environment are to sell things and making you feel uncomfortable would be counter to a sale. So go shop for cosmetics lingerie shoes or other things and start feeling just a bit more “comfortable in your own skin.”
Similarly scared, and still am. As a bald 5ft 11 male, I need to do some work to have any chance of passing in public. Honestly, once dressed and made-up my biggest fears are related to my wig falling off (it being dragged off my head by an “outer”) and
My voice (where I would need to say something to someone). Other than those two, I agree that most people seem to not care or notice. Any hints or tips ladies? X