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
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Although Phoenix has use in both boy and girl names, I chose it because of how I felt in the beginning stages of my transition. I’m still young in my transition but Phoenix resonated with me because to continue growing, I had to “die” before being reborn again from my own ashes. I had to destroy everything I thought I knew about who I was, as that was forced into me by parents. What helped cement the name was hearing the song “ashes” by Celine dion. “Can beauty come from ashes?” Is my favorite verse because beauty did come from ashes. I am beautiful in who I am and who I’m becoming.
It was a journey of discovery. Very personal. Platues. 1st one was a nameof a playmate I always liked when I was younger, I note pre-puberty, rather generic. She was probably my earliest yearnings of feminine.to be like her. Then I shifted to the Feminine variation of my male name as my Feminine Self started grabbing hold. That was a high energy phase. Then one day I had this vision of a completely independent person of my malesness, but who is she and what does she look like in my mind. There was ONE woman I dated that became my complete prototype of who I’d wish myself to be, given the chance and her name was Gayle. I honor her every day.
I chose my name Deborah (and please not Debra) for 4 reasons. 1: I like the name, 2: Deborah is a completely feminine name. It is not the feminine version of any male name I know of, and I also know of no male name that shares the diminutive form Debbie (I frequently will go by Debbie). 3: Deborah is a powerful name. In the Bible, Deborah was the only woman who could actually boss men (including kings) around. 4: Deborah Harry is one of my favorite singers, a beautiful and sensuous woman. Now, at that time, I was unaware of my own power, my own beauty or my own sensuality. In fact, I did not believe that I had any of these. Basically I wanted to borrow some of that power, beauty and sensuality by using the name. Once I began living as the woman I am, I have found my own power, beauty and sensuality and I will allow no one to take them away from me: not even myself, and I no longer need to borrow them, but Deborah remains my name.
So easy to switch from Chris (topher) to Chrissy.. I use it when I feel girly – much of the time
Well it took a long time but I was thinking back in my past and Abby Lane was the elementary school that I was going to when I found out that I was really different than the other kids. So I just changed the lane to Lynn and that’s how I ended up with this beautiful name, Abby. Lynn and everybody’s accepted it in my life and I love it and I am transitioning for the last 5 years had my name changed lately and now getting some operations done to make me the full woman I want to be and need to be
My name was suggested by a friend of mine at summer camp when I was a teenager starting to explore my gender identity, an experience I treasure dearly. Now I get to remember that happy time whenever I use my name 😀
At birth the names my parents wanted for a baby boy or girl were charged as I didn’t fit. I’ve thought about changing the spelling of Jamie and plan to use Jamie-Faith when I am accepted in my new church! Acknowledgement and acceptance is so key to happines!
Harietta popped into my head after aparticularly wonderful hair and makeup session at Oasis in Cornwall Ontario. The hairstylist was Genna, a new immigrant from Ukraine, pre war BTW, She spoke little english and gave my shoulder length hair a strawberry blonde colour and fintished it wth marvelous ringlets with a curling iron. Being nalf Ukrainian myself I immediately connected with the eastern european look I now had and out popped “Harietta”. ,,unique and not Canadian.
I added the “Lady” when booking a salon in Montreal required two name authorisation