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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this 74 year old sissy has been dressing en femme in public for about 10 years. At first it was androgynous clothes, but, within a year, more and more obvious feminine clothes. The face does not pass, without a lot of help from Sephora and Ulta cosmetics, and not all that well even then. But, this sissy will never go back to yucky men’s clothes, EVER! It is just so right. Not really sexual, although there is that component. Just so much joy and freedom.
That is awesome Michelle , I hope the rest of your evening went great as well .I know the feeling is almost like a gift it from a loved one that you receive ,almost enough to make you cry with Happiness. 🙂
I just went to the store with my girlfriend I wouldn’t really consider the out in public because I never got out of the car
My first time out was at casino in Atlantic City. I was very nervous and sat down at a slot machine and lit a cigarette. The attendant came over to me and said “can I empty your ashtray M’aam?”. I was in heaven after that remark. I even got hit on by a man!! All in all it was a very positive experience.
I had been dressing in private whenever I could for quite some time. One day, I had gotten myself made up and was feeling pretty good about my transformation. Somehow, it came into my head that I could go out and do the grocery shopping. I figured that I could do that without attracting too much attention, even at 6’2″. I had finally internalized the idea, to some degree, that people are more absorbed in their own world and not really paying attention to someone else. So I did go out. I was plenty nervous, but each step made it just a bit easier, and quite honestly being out and about as a woman was an amazing experience. What I had not anticipated was that I would need to speak to somebody when I needed something from the meat counter. But I managed to overcome that. And nothing bad happened. I was treated just as anybody else. From that point on, I gained increasing confidence to go out more and more. I am still quite cautious about where and when I go out, but moving about the everyday world during the day has become more commonplace. And the confidence that has come with that allows me to start pushing my boundaries to go out and be my feminine self in more varied circumstances.
My first time I went to a mall In New Jersey skirt and all and no real looks enjoyed had my nail done at a saloon
I went out dressed as woman first time last summer. A trans friend (she owns a salon where I get my back waxed) invited me to a drag show in a local club. It was a blast, in a safe space for the first time. Was complimented on my looks, met some people and had a great time. I’ve been out shopping with her roommate (also a trans woman) to Walmart, and few other spots. No issues. Felt good, no one bothered us. In fact I had some kind words. Lots of times I feel I overthink things. I try to “blend in”, not thinking about “passing”. It’s all about confidence to, acting like I belong there. I will continue to go out, learning and growing along the way. Thank you Lucille for all your support.
Jaiylyn
First time was in ’78 in Detroit. I went clubbing with two lesbian friends who took great delight in dressing me appropriately. Wednesday night was “ladies” night (code then for lesbians only) at a local gay club – we went every week for almost three months and had a blast.