It’s amazing how much our names shape our identities. Some names feel like a perfect fit from the start, while others never quite resonate with us.
However, crossdressers and transgender women have the unique opportunity to choose their own feminine names.
Every great MTF name has a story behind it, and I’d love to hear YOURS.
How did you choose your feminine name?
Please tell us your story in the comments below, and if you can, share a photo too. It’s always lovely to put a face to a name!
Love,
Lucille
I was selling a house and the lovely lady who bought it was called Ciara. At that point I hadn’t really used a female name but that’s who I am now.
I had been thinking of Denise, since it’s so close to my male name, but decided it was too close and I wanted more distance from it. I always liked Jennifer, and a friend said I looked like a Jennifer to him, so I’ve been her ever since. Now, I even receive my female related packages addressed as Jennifer.
Being a crossdresser, I adopted Josephine as my female name, Josie for short; my first name is extremely difficult to make it feminine,while my second name, Joseph, allows me to convert it to its female form.
I was named after the archangel Michael. His strength, goodness and courage to do that which is right. As well as to fight for others.
I didnt want my feminine name to stray from Micah. So adapted to Micah. Pronounced (My-kah). It suites me just fine.
I had a lot of back and forth with my name. Being bothered by family and friends that tought I should choose something similar to my deadname or something more gender neutral. Both of them just felt like it was for their sake.
Also I was a bit torn between choosing a name for me and keeping the same initials as my grandfather since he was so proud of me as his forst grandchild and we got the same initials. But one day it just snapped into my head as I was heading to an appointment with my gender therapist. I wanted a name from more old time scandinavia so I ended up with Astrid
I didn’t choose a neutral or similar to my deadname or even the same initials as my grandfather, but it’s my name and I feel a little better everytime I hear someone use it.
I was in the hospital for an apendectomy and one of the nurses was paying extra special attention to me. Her name was Jessica.
When I came out to my future wife in 1980, she asked what the name for my “alter ego” was. I didn’t have a name, so we started trying on different names. When she called me “Evelyn” it just felt right.
I always thought Kimberly was a pretty name