Traveling opens up new perspectives and can be especially freeing if you’re a crossdresser or transgender woman.
When you take a trip, it’s a chance to express your feminine self without the routines and expectations of everyday life.
Being your true self in a fresh, unfamiliar place can feel incredibly empowering!
Considering all the benefits of taking a transgender or crossdressing vacation, I’d love to know: Do YOU travel en femme?
Take my poll and share your MTF travel experiences or dreams in the comments!
Love,
Lucille
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I haven’t yet but do want to
I’m now getting used to going out for daily activities as Dina. If there’s any reactions, it’s usually that I get more hellos and smiles when I’m en femme than as a male.
I stopped going out for a while because as I got older I started to gain weight but now I have started to lose it a little and once again I’m more comfortable with it. I have short hair right so that’s a problem but I don’t have to dress too much to be en femme. I was out with my wife a week ago in coveralls but I wore nothing to hold in my breast and my hips are just wide enough so that if I walk right and act right we get the normal response; “I hope you ladies have a good day.” Some people in the neighborhood know me only as a woman, my closest neighbors know me as a man, I think; maybe as both. It took me a long while but now I understand what I read someone else say as neither man nor woman, I am just me. I don’t always try to look like a woman nor like a man. If someone says yes mam then I smile, say thank you and walk away.
Hi All
Yes i go out and about, shopping lunch etc. also ask the makeup consultants for help. bit nervous at first but now fell my best when out there.
Sharon
I was a late bloomer, so I started out very slowly, always thinking that everyone would be looking at me as a weirdo. I suppose I figured that everyone would think that way because I thought that way, and when I was traveling, it was to go to therapy, hoping that they could cure me of my “late” midlife crisis, and I would travel by car as a guy and then stop and change (in the car) a block or two from my therapist’s office, but it didn’t take long for that to get old, and it didn’t take long to figure out that I liked going to the therapist’s office because it gave me a perfect excuse to dress, and I soon found myself dressing for the entire trip (By the way, I learned quickly that I wasn’t going to be cured, and am I glad now about that). Each time after therapy, I would go out on my way home as Cara – first just walking through the Mall and enjoying the sound of my clicking heels on the marble floors, and eventually shopping for, trying on and buying clothes. Each time I would push the envelop just a little further, and with each push I felt better about myself and my feminine desires, and after two years, I decided that I wanted to see a Doctor in the City to discuss transitioning, and it was about 60 miles to the office. I dressed and applied my makeup at home and drove to the train station en femme, then had to travel about 1 1/2 hours by train, then several blocks by subway, and the final blocks on foot. I had dressed in a black pencil skirt and a white ruffled blouse, and my favorite 4 1/2″ heels, and I loved the feminine feeling I had that day, but as I arrived at the train station, I realized that this was different than being in a Mall where you can leave if you find yourself in an embarrassing situation. But if I stepped across the threshold onto the train, I would be Cara and there could be no turning back, and as I toyed with the idea of going back home, the train pulled into the station, the doors opened, and as I was standing the closest to the doors, the conductor extended his hand to me to assist me in crossing that threshold in my heels. I stepped aboard and thanked him, and walked down the aisle and took a seat, suddenly feeling a feminine confidence that I had never felt before. People weren’t looking at me the way that I had feared, and I made it a point to glance at people as they walked by. Some did not even glance back, and others would smile as they passed by, but no one gave me the look of disdain that I had worried about getting. From that day on, I continued to push the envelop. I drove en femme, I shopped en femme, I traveled en femme, I ate out en femme, and I even stopped at a club a few times and had a glass of wine en femme. Up to this trip, everything had been fun, but I think that taking this trip was more than fun for me, and it was a very necessary step for me to take, as it was getting over that stumbling block that really helped me to understand who I really was inside and how badly I wanted it to show, and as it turned out, it was a perfect time to discuss my transition with my Doctor. I started receiving hormone injections the following month.
Cara
Yes, I try to travel, but kid are mean they say,”Are you a man or woman.” They can hurt your feeling not realling meaning to.
I have travelled but usually only about 30 miles or so from home and then just to a mall or other public place. Once I get out of my immediate neighborhood I start to enjoy being myself until then I’m always terrified that one of my neighbors will recognize me or the woman driving my car. To date my times out have only been an hour or two but hopefully as I gain confidence that will increase so that I can be the person whom I really would like to be for a bit longer
I often drive around town En Femme. I also have a dress shop and wig store in which I am always En Femme. It feels so great to actually go shopping as a woman, and the sales ladies at these stores love helping me pisk out items.
Beautiful legs and heels and hose and toes!!!!!!