Your name is a powerful part of your feminine identity.
Some names feel sweet and innocent, others are classic and elegant, and some carry an exotic or mysterious vibe.
As a trans woman or crossdresser, you have the unique opportunity to choose a name that reflects who you truly are.
Every great MTF name has a story behind it, and I’d love to hear yours!
How did you choose your feminine name?
Please share your story in the comments below. I can’t wait to read it!
Love,
Lucille
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I pick samantha because I’ve never met a samantha that wasn’t unattractive or drop dead gorgeous just very plain and I’m pretty plain and I like it
I chose Ricki as my female and feminine name because I simply like the way it sounds and it also has the first 3 letters of my AMAB name combined with the 2 ending letters of the female spelling that often includes the letters k and i . Initially I was spelling it Ricky but after Hormone Therapy and Gender Affirming Surgery I changed it to Ricki and I’m so happy , confident and comfortable living as female with the name Ricki . I am truly at peace within myself and my soul .
Feeling so feminine now ~ Ricki ~
It’s a bit of a long story! In the eighties I was in a rock band called the T****. We dressed all in black and our style was along the lines of early Cure, Joy Division, the Stranglers etc.. we had a few opportunities and were quite original but missed out, basically because we were all in other, safer careers and didn’t want to take the risk. We drifted apart, but in 2012 we all met up again in London to talk about old times (I now live in Australia). We decided to make an album of our old songs (we’ve never done it). I was going to start all this in Australia and we would record all the other parts digitally and send them over when done, for it all to be mixed here in Sydney. To promote this we created a Facebook page, ‘Friends of the T****’. We posted a lot of myths about ourselves on it: legendary gigs, parties and other exploits and mad adventures. I created a fake facebook profile of an upper class groupie and I called her ‘Tina Martini’ being vaguely James Bond-ish, and she posted about her infatuation with the keyboard player and so on. I few years later, when I was getting into my crossdressing in earnest, I went to a dressing service in Melbourne. The lady who ran it asked my name and I said I didn’t have one. She said I had to have one, and that I needed to create an email address to go with it. I suddenly remembered I was already a girl and had a name and that was it – Tina Martini!
Crystal is such a beautiful name and the process it takes to make a crystal like the ones found in caves. I thought why not. I’m happy to be a post-op transgender woman.
My female name is the feminine version of my male name.
I didn’t name myself. Although my wife did allow me to dress at home in private, (wow, that does sound strange, that she “allowed: me, but I can’t think of any other way it could be) I never had a female identity. I was just Dennis, dressed up. It never left that male, dressing as a female. It wasn’t until after a year after her passing that I finally started dressing again, and now widowed and retired, there were no restraints. I started dressing all the time, still at home, and then started reaching out, where I met a man. when we met he ask what he should call me, my name, and I realized, I didn’t have one. He said I looked like a Jennifer, I liked it, and here I am. But, as Lucille says, our name is an important part of our identity. It was at that moment, when suddenly, I was. I was Jennifer, and I had something to wrap all those feelings around. From then on, that inner woman burst out, and everything went into building Jennifer, her look, her style, I became Jennifer. A random time, a random experience, a random name pulled out of the eyes of someone who say me that way.
Hugs,
Jennifer
My Name Is Martha.
I was cross drresser start at 20 years old I was scare of y perance to go in open to them. The reality I nevar head any suport from mother futher or any of my close family as well from relatives .
I was child and I nevar in my life to know what child is . I was treated as aduld I only lern to respect others.
At age 21 I have seen this beutifall gourges female with her name was Martha I was after Martha for romans and Martha din’t wan me . Because of other females din’t wan to have anithing to do with them and all of them walk way from me. At this stage I realise the only way was become one in close doors.
The Martha I can explanet the Mall I don’t know how the only I can say just head come in to my head thinking I was the only one with the second name
I still not feel conftable to go out on the street drress up as a fimale.
Now I live by my self with no one cares about me live or died that other reasond I don’t wan to go out. Also I don’t trust no body any more becauseI have been humilated I have been mistreated as well obused by people and I have come to the stage don’t trust and believe no one any more.
I will not say that because we have communication for long time I have disaide to let you now.
My name was acquired when I attended an all boys boarding school. I have always appeared very feminine, and always play a female role in the various school plays.