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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I only dream of the day I can present my self as a women. I have been a woman for decades and circumstances, background, societal expectations, and life commitments have kept me from being my true self. I have finally started hormones secretively and am very unsure of my future. I still hope.
I’ve crossdressed ever since I was a child. Tried to suppress the urges but gender dysphoria would drive me crazy, even effecting my health. Been out in public numerous times for years. I came to the realization at 58 years old that this was not for fun and excitement and it wasn’t going away. So, I sought help. Been on hrt 5+ years. My health has improved and I have peace of mind.
I’m so happy you have found your true self Morgan. You literally radiate health and peace of mind in this photo!
Hello!me the same story:started as child to wear my mothers tan/white half slip with lace
she tolerated it..she put a box of her old slips negliges babydolls and skirts/dresses near me on the ceiling…father didnt tolerate..if dad warms week away we dressed up toghether…..later on i was not able to do it….military environment&later cattle rasing/herding enviorment….both very manly and tough…i can live like that…but i would rather live as a part time or 100%woman….
I too have been dressing since my pre teen years and have made many attempts at purging my feminine attire only to realize that it is not a phase or passing juvenile desire. Although it really does not count as going out in public as a female I made my first public appearance as a cheerleader at a Halloween party in the early 70s followed by many other Halloween events up to every year for the last 15 years. Started HRT in August of 2022 and since then I’ve been out in public as Cynthia many times. I’ve gone to all of my appointments as well as many other places around town shopping but have not yet been able to be myself fully in public however that will change soon. I commend you for your strength and commitment to your public presentation and looking forward with anticipation of being out in public fully as the woman I truly am.
Hi ! I’m from France… sorry for my English… 🙂
My first time out, i was driving my car, far away from my home to another town… To get out of my house i wear my female clothes under large trouses and a parka.
I stopped at a desert place and take the trouses and parka off. I was now in my skirt and high heel boots. I put my female coat on.
I got back in my car and I choose a quite street. And then i went out of my car.
I was wearing lingery, à nice skirt, my winter coat, a schawl and high heels. And i walked on the streets around.
Wow ! What a feeling. I felt so go, i was myself, i was a woman … 🙂
After MANY times dressed by my 2 older sisters in our house, I clearly remember one day at age 4 in the springtime of western Pennsylvania, I went outside in the yard with my 2 older sisters and our mother to hang laundry on the clotheslines. I was wearing panties and white lace tights, cotton full slip, pastel blue cotton dress, and brown buckle shoes. The woman next door was also hanging laundry and saw us, talked with our mother over the fence, and seemed to stare at me several times (but didn’t say anything). The milkman also stopped by our back gate to drop off and pick up from our back porch metal box, and he casually greeted our mother and said something like “hi girls, helping out mom?” and I was included in that as I was on the step-stool hanging a pillow case with clothespins with my older sisters next to me holding the clean clothes basket.
That “hi girls” was such a nice thought to me . . . . and still makes me smile!
REALLY OUT while dressed was Halloween of first grade. I had been fully dressed in the first holy communion dress at home with my sisters many times, but that turned out to be my last minute (day before) ‘costume’ I wore to the Saturday party at our aunt’s Unitarian Church. White satin panties and white lace tights. Nylon and satin full slip with 3 crinoline layers from waist to hem. That gorgeous white dress to my knees, large satin bow tied at waist in back, with short sleeves. White patent-leather slip on flats, white gloves, and a white lacy hairband with satin bows and a small white flowered-lace veil (wore it back and not over my face). Our mother’s faux pearl clip on earrings and faux pearl necklace. Under my gloves my sisters did my pink nail polish. Our aunt did some pink lipstick and several spritzes of her strong perfume. Added a white faux fur jacket and white patent-leather shoulder purse for the ride over to the party. I thought leaving the house and walking to the car was exciting. Driving over was even more so. But getting out of the car and walking from the parking lot to the fellowship hall was absolutely THRILLING as I was among dozens of adults and other kids. I’m sure the looks and stares covered everything from “is that the Peterson brother” to “what a cute costume” to old Mrs. Boyd’s very direct, “Your girls are all so pretty” as she greeted out mother, my 2 older sisters, and our younger sister. THAT afternoon and evening firmly set my mind on wishing I could be out in public as a girl ALL the time . . . . . . truly a lifelong desire-ambition even today!
My very first time out in public was at a hotel. without going into to much detail, I was unable to dress up where I was living so I would get a room every other weekend or so. In the beginning I would not even think about walking around outside. the door would be locked and I wouldn’t even open it for like room service or something. I decided to have a smoke in the middle of the night and I left my room key inside so I was forced to go to the front counter and ask for a new one. nervous as #@!? but the clerk ended up giving me a compliment said I should let the world see me so now I get dressed up and walk to the store just to do it
I have been dressing for over 40 years. The first time I went out fully dressed was in my mid forties. I wore a black dress my black pumps and stockings. I had on my makeup and shoulder length Brunette wig. I went to the local mall. Was extremely nervous but felt this was something I just had to do in my feminine journey. Went into one of the dress shops to browse. A wonderful sales woman asked if there was anything I was looking for. I told her I was looking for a cocktail dress. She was very helpful. I walked out of the shop on cloud nine. Since that time I go out as often as I can. I still get some strange looks. But Victoria is who I am so accept me or not I am not going to stop going out dressed up.
It first started when I was 5. I had no Long underwear to put on in the -40 degree winter here in Canada. Mom decided to put my sisters tights one me. That was it. I tried hiding my long underwear and underwear period in hopes that mom would bring out my sisters tights. I dressed as a girl/woman every halloween since and still do today.
My first time out fully dressed was with my tenant a couple years ago in my mid fifties. She was very encouraging. I have been dressing around her for a few years. I told her I wanted out while dressed so we went to the park behind the house. Here we walked a ways and because I was wearing six inch heels, I had to rest. I have never been on my feet that long in anything over 3 inches. We sat on the grass and I tucked my Pantyhosed legs under me like a woman would. We had a few couples pass us by with no one saying a word until this young guy came up to us and asked for a cigarette. I don’t smoke and she said she didn’t bring any with her. He stayed and chatted for a couple minutes. I tried not to talk because I didn’t have my girl voice yet. He asked me something directly and I answered a feminine as possible. I think he caught on because he left. Since then, I have been out many times and even drive my tenants kids to school while dressed. One day I was feeling really feminine and they were bugging me. It was a hot day so everyone could see the way I was dressed. I threatened that I would lock their doors where I would have to come around and open them and talk to them with a manly voice. The oldest daughter dared me, so I did with quiet a bunch of kids right at the doors where I dropped them off.
It was fun and exhilarating.
I first went to a bigbox discount store. I went to the bakery area got one item and proceeded to the self check. Didn’t notice any stares, but I was laser focused on being as femme as I could in all mannerisms.
I wore a skort white v neck tshirt and sandals. Obviously with wig, makeup and mask. Very memorable facial features. I almost cried when I got back in the car!