It’s amazing how much our names shape our identities. Many of us grow into the names we are given at birth. Others never feel a connection to their name.
But crossdressers and transgender women have the unique advantage of being able to choose their feminine names.
There’s a unique story behind every great femme name… and I’d love to hear YOURS!
How did you choose your feminine name?
Please share your story in the comments below. And for extra credit, include a photo! It’s even better to be able to place a name to a face.
Love,
Lucille
My last name was always going to honor my old name, while still being clearly feminine. As for first and middle, Astrid is a strong female nordic name that honors my roots. while Celina is the name I was to be given If I had been born the correct gender. it also Honors my Twin sister, who did not survive the troubled pregnancy.
My name honestly isn’t ideal for a femme name, it is hard to pronounce and sounds a bit exotic or foreign. It comes from my grandmother though and has meaning to me. My grandmother is from Ireland and when I was a very young boy I pouted and fussed when I didn’t get my way and she would say that I was a “a dark, jealous little girl”.
When I was choosing my femme name, I did a search for the meanings of Irish / Gaelic names to see what stood out. I did not want to use my last name so I chose the surname D’Arcy meaning dark. The name Etain supposedly means jealous. To make it easier to have a passable name when needed, I chose Nicole as a middle name – because I knew an absolutely stunning girl name Nicole once.
So I am Etain Nicole D’Arcy !
My name comes from the character in the movie Forrest Gump. I loved her in the movie, just her free spirit hit home with me and I have always identified with her.
My wife invited her sister (a hair stylist and makeup artist) to stay a weekend. Then she subtly brought up the subject of high heels because her sister is a devotee and committed wearer. During the course of the conversation, my not-so-discreet wife blurted that I should share my collection with her sis. Caught off guard, I had to, and in short order they had me modeling both my selection of stilettos as well as mini dresses while wearing the nylons they had chosen. Jen then did my makeup nails, taught me the runway strut: and instantly thought to call me nancy. I loved her attitude and attention and she understood how the public humiliation was turning me on. Its been nancy nylons ever since!!!!