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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Wow, I’ve been so impressed and actually enthralled with this blog, and all the great stories! I haven’t quite read them all yet..but intend to… You Go Gurls!! Ok I have to get some thing done today…besides read these experiences … hee hee! keep them coming ladies!!
I want to share my painful story with you in shortly.
I first went out enfemme 20 Years ago aged 46 to The WayOut Club in London I had dressed at Home but had never been out dressed, I had never worn makeup but the Women Sales Staff at a Doreen’s in Leyton had urged me to go out and said that I could get my makeup done for me at the Club so I phoned the Club and arranged to have my makeup done by the Clubs Resident Hostess Miss Sarah Lloyd. I can’t remember much about the night but know it felt so natural and right for me to be dressed as a Girl, for the first time in my Life I felt I was the real ME and was determined that from now on I would make Della a permanent part of my Life! XXX
I am too scared to go out in public
Oh girls… it was in the Seventies and I was 16 YO. I was so cheeky and somehow reckless, but I dared to do it. My face features were gentle enough then, and I could easily pass.
With sober make up and dress, “borrowed” from my mother, and a short haired blond wig (a present to my sister by my aunt), at 7 p.m. I went off my comfort zone, my home. Low heels for much confidence, I walked around the block, cominh across people who seemed not to notice me.
My heart bumped to my throat… but I was so happy!
Of course, I made it so many times that I’ve lost the count.
Wow been some time, for me going out the first time was like kissing your first boy! I was a nervous wreck. I was on a date with a guy and was astonished, nobody cared! I think nothing of being me but love of who I am.
First time in public….about 16 years ago and I have since likened it to asking a non-swimmer to jump off the 10m diving platform!!!
At the time I was living on my own. I had left my wife and spent 18 months with a lovely, much younger lady. Sadly, that went pear-shaped because she felt threatened by the other woman in me. I was still just Stephen wearing hosiery and lingerie and occasionally dressing fully in private. But after she left I began to explore my cross-dressing more positively. I joined the Beaumont Society and went along to a few “girls” meetings.
Then one day a friend rang, knowing I was living on my own, to invite me to an evening of good food and good conversation at a small rural hotel near where she lived. “Oh yes, that sounds fun; hey, I could come as Michelle!” She jumped at that possibility but it left me with second thoughts…and third and fourth!
I spoke to her on the morning of “the day” and she suggested coming as Stephen and changing when I got there – no chance! If I’m doing this I have to arrive as Michelle. I’d got my dress and heels and wig and handbag – no problem and I had some experience of make-up because of my “girls” meetings.
I made a real mess of my nail varnish and scuffed it badly before it had dried so that wasn’t a good start. I had about a 40 minute drive to the venue where I knew there was going to be one person I knew and about 15 I had never met in my life. My friend met me at the entrance and declared herself impressed and took me though to introduce me to her other guests – aaaggghhh! I was pretty nervous (petrified might be a better description!) but, hey, I’m here now, it’s all or bust! I guess for most of them I may have been the first cross-dresser they had talked to and, I’m sad to report, I was quite apologetic – “I’m Michelle but I’m usually Stephen” – or something along those lines. But nobody seemed overly upset (maybe my friend had given them a “heads up” so they were on their best behaviour) and it was actually a fun evening. Once we sat down to eat I think I managed to relax enough to join in and enjoy the evening. A 40-minute drive home gave me time to reflect on the evening and get back to something approaching normal…phew!
I’d had no idea what to expect but the people who were there made it easier for me. If I did the same thing now it would be so much easier – I am so comfortable being out and about as Michelle and am certainly NEVER apologetic for who I am. What a long way I have come since then
This was the outfit for that first time…..
my 1st time out was a dinner date was soo nervous
Wow you look absolutely incredible Sara!