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
P.S. If you liked this article, you will love my FREE Unleash Your Inner Woman hypnosis mini session.
My first time out in public was probably summer 1971. I was young and model thin living in the big city and a freshman in college. I had a spring dress and it was a beautiful green, my favorite color in fact. I had white sandals with a small heel. I have always had more the body, in my youth, of a woman of that size with hips, wide for a man and a 20 inch waist with long legs. I looked in a full length mirror for a very long time building up the courage before I even went out. It all had to be perfect and passable as I judged it and I was a tough judge then. When I got the courage to step out the front door and the air touched my face I was in heaven. For a brief moment I felt naked because there were no pants and I could feel the air under my dress, between my legs, the warm sun on my face. The first person passed me with no notice and my heart which had been roaring relaxed a little and I stepped out into the world and with each step my confidence rose, a bit, a little more and more each minute passing. I was just like every one else, just a young college age girl out and about. A car came up, the window rolling down one of three guys inside wanted to know if I would go out with him; No! Are you kidding, I thought, I’m barely getting through this experience without thinking I’m going to be exposed at any time now but I wasn’t. My first time out lasted a whole 30 minutes but it was the best 30 minutes of my life. I could be a woman and not just in my eyes but in the eye of the outside world. It’s like a drug filling you with exhilaration and it’s so addictive that you can never go back to just wearing pants in a mundane boy life hour after hour, day by day and I have not. I may have to force myself constantly to live this boy life, may never be able to experience the transition but the girl inside spends many hours on the outside and she will never forget that green dress and white sandals. She will never forget her first day in the sun.
I will never forget my first time going out in public as a women! I told a close friend of mine that I wanted to be a women. She was so happy and said we had to go shopping. I drove to Edmonton to see her and we went to west Edmonton mall.
I put on some makeup and wore a pair of yoga pants. I wore a guy shirt cuz I didn’t have any cute tops. We went to a bunch of stores and finally found a really cute shirt. She made me try it on and then wear it the rest of the day. It was an amazing day!! 🙂
I will never forget my first time out in public as a woman. I had a business trip in Reno, Nevada and asked a woman from a beauty salon to comb out my wig to pick up that evening. When I arrived to pick it up, it looked like a giant lion’s mane! I told her there was no way I was going to wear it but she convinced me I would be fine. She was right. There was no way I was going to miss out being Angie that night.
I ended up in a gay bar and these two guys came in with their dog. The dog stared at me all night not knowing what to make of me.
Later, some guys asked me if I was a hooker! What a night…..
I still have the picture my friend took.
The first time I went out dressed was actually unexpected for me. That night I had gone to visit my t-girl friend for her to help me with my make up for a pictures sesión with his friend David. She made my make up and David took all pictures I wanted, but in the mid time other t-girls, Maribel and Betty, arrived as they all had the plan to go to a bar where t-girls were welcome on Monday night.
I was shy but finally accepted to join the group and jump in the car to go to that bar on the city skirts. They were very popular in the place and many men were around pulling them to dance, inviting drinks and once in a while one of the couples dissappeared of my sight (later on I realized they were going outside to the garden for some privacy). I spent most of time sitting there like nailed to my chair enjoying the situation, especially when guys came to me to talk, but feeling so scared … inhibited… I did not know what to do!!
After a couple hours or so, my t-girl friends decided the place got bored and wanted to go back to the city and spend the rest of the night in one of t-girls friendly bars at downtown.
That was my first time. I enjoyed, really had good and exciting time, but it could be a lot better if I wasn’t so shy. The 2 enclosed pictures show how I dressed that night.
The first time I ventured out dressed was when I was playing Cabaret. The power had gone off the previous night, and all of us musicians and most of the cast members had gone home still in costume. So it was easier to dress at home and drive to the show. I was pressed in a very short skirt with fishnet stockings, and a revealing top, because the musicians are supposed to be “over the top” drag queens. Unfortunately, I had a tail light out, and was pulled over by a Maryland State Trooper. When he looked at my license, he demanded an explanation. I explained what had happened, and he was very professional, but told me that hereafter I really should not drive unless my appearance matched my license, because it could cause problems with some officers. (He didn’t say it, but I knew he meant county or town police probably would have harassed me and might have tried to charge me with solicitation because of how I was dressed.) As I drove off, I suddenly realized that my hands were sweaty, and I was shaking all over.
I don’t have any photos of me from that show, but here is one of my fingernails. My lipstick and toe nails matched.
My mother dressed me as a girl for Halloween age 9. I loved it, been pantied ever since. I live full time as a sissy for my wife and her family. Naturally not well endowed down below, first time my wife caught me in bubble bath shaving legs, her and her cousin decided I was perfect as a sissy. That was 12 years ago, I go out daily as a woman. Most people have now idea, I pass very well. Partly thanks to my curly brown hair that reaches to below shoulders, and to my natural full 40 c cups so bras a d fits better, lucky me. I’m 5 9 168 lbs with all the wiggles and jiggles in the right places.
I first went out fully dressed in 1988 when I was in college. It was for a woman less beauty pageant. I represented my sorority. I came in third, but had the maximum number of points for beauty. Since that time the next outing came in 2013 when I started my journey into woman hood. I have not looked back.
I make a very big, unattractive and ugly woman, so I’m strictly an underdresser, I went out to the shopping centre with my wife for a coffee and later at the cinema, where she played with my bra cup and straps and touched me up watching the film.