Your name plays a big part in shaping your feminine identity.
Some names sound sweet and innocent, some are classic and regal, while others exude an exotic and mysterious vibe.
As a crossdresser or trans woman, you have the unique opportunity of choosing your own female name.
If you’re like most of my readers, there’s a story behind your chosen feminine name.
So, in this blog post, I’d love to hear about the special meaning behind your name.
Please leave a comment below, sharing your feminine name and the story of how and why you chose it for yourself.
I’m excited to hear the story!
Love,
Lucille
My first name is easy I was Born with it I would not Change My Name.
Except my middle Name which is now Leeanne it Just fits and I Like.
I chose the name Ashley. Actually, my wife kind of helped me pick it out! One of her favorite movies is Evil Dead and the main character is named Ashley. Even though it is a guy’s name in the movie, it is rather unusual for a man to be named that, plus it seemed like a rather common, normal sounding name and didn’t have any connotations (the name of an ex-girlfriend for instance!) I didn’t want to pick a feminized version of my own name or a name that would be mistaken for a man’s name either!
Lucille,I picked my name Fifi because it is exactly what I am but in French it is the equivalent of Sissi. Maybe some boys will think it as offensive but to another Girl it just meaans sister.
Love you All
Fifi
Lucille, I went with my favorite character’s alas’,Diana as in Diana Princess(Wonder Woman)! Diana is also the princess of the moon! Besides,it’s my mother’s middle name as well.
Diana is also the Goddess of the Hunt.
My first name, Shirley, started out as a joke. Many years ago in the early days of the world wide web, I was active on a chat site called talk.com. I decided to try being a woman and took the name Shirley You Jest, inspired by the joke in Airplane! (Rumack: Can you fly this plane, and land it?
Ted Striker: Surely you can’t be serious.
Rumack: I am serious… and don’t call me Shirley.)
But I quickly found that being a woman on the internet was much more than a joke. I enjoyed the attention I received as a woman who was flirtatious and fun. (As for beautiful, that was in the minds of the other participants; this was before the days of graphic virtual worlds, webcams, and so forth.) I liked the way that people were more emotionally honest with me, and more open to my own emotional disclosures. So I continued to be Shirley in various online contexts… chat, online gaming, and eventually Second Life. The name Márquez came when I entered Second Life; in those days you chose your last name from a list of the last names that were available at the time (it changed frequently), and I picked Márquez because I was studying Spanish and was fascinated by Latin American culture. (They did a series of last names inspired by Latin American authors, honoring Gabriel García Márquez, Pablo Neruda, and Octavio Paz.)
Last year I got tired of letting my avatar have all the fun and decided to begin transitioning to living as a woman in the real world. By that time I already identified strongly with the name Shirley Márquez, and so I continued to use it but added my real life last name. In Latin America it’s common to use three names: your personal name, your mother’s family name, and finally your father’s family name. In my own way the final form of my name acknowledges the two parents of my femme self: the woman I first became in virtual space, and the personality formed in all my years of life.
Hi Lucille,
Alexis is a neutral name between Alexandra and Alexander. I like to use it because I can also use it when I’m not xdressed. When I feeel very feminine, I prefer Alexa. Bustillo means in spanish something like Little Breast, which I find very sexy, like teen breasts.
Nice day sweetie
My first name,Tamara,came from what it would have been had I been born female.My middle which I go by,Renee,I took from my wife,which is also her That is how Tamara Renee came to be
When I was in 3rd grade a little girl with long dark brown hair sat in front of me. I wanted to be her so bad. Her name was Jill. I had dark brown hair too but back then boys had to get haircuts every two or three weeks, Army cuts, flat tops, buzz jobs. I would look in the mirror and pray that someday I could grow my hair as long as Jills and be as pretty as she was…one out of two ain’t bad, I finally managed to grow my hair long. Thank you America for allowing men to wear ponytails. I can curl it, style it, tease it, and make Jill come alive every morning in the mirror.