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
My wife’s name starts with a J, and when I first started crossdressing I also borrowed a necklace from her: a J filled with little rhinestones.
So I chose Jasmine. It quickly grew on me, and now it’s part of my identity.
Just a name that I felt fit me no more no less
My name came from my mother & grandma. My mom first child was born dead. Then she had me and named me Chris, everyone wanted the more masculine form of my name but she did not.So I took Christina in honor of my sister that I never had and to give my mom the daughter she never had. I chose Rose as my middle name because that was my grandmas name. The two women in my life that I wanted to be like.Plus my first name means child of Chirst. No matter what people say about me I will always be a child of GOD. I know there are poeple who do not believe, thats OK with me I don`t preach about it. Since I was about 2 I knew I was in the wrong body, tried to live as a male but was never happy with my relationships I had with women. Always felt out of place as the male in the relationship. Tried just keeping it between the two of us, but I would always end up with more female clothing than male. Didn`t want to be with a man as a man, but did want to be with a man. I just wanted to be the woman in the relationship. So at 53 I decided to live my life as a woman full time and took my new name,now I`m in the process of changing all the paper work now. I know that I am happier now than I have ever been. Plus now I have a man that says he wants to marry me and he will be my husband. I have a long way to go until I am a complete woman, but I`m headed in the right direction now. I know that I will never pass as a woman, but I will become the woman that I have always been, and now the world will see the real me. Sorry I don`t have a picture of myself to put with my story, I have a friend who is going to show me how to do that, I know I am sooo far behind the times, but Im trying to catch up now. Love to all, Dream sometimes do come true. Christina Rose ( Howell ) for now until the last name is ( Bishop ) THANK YOU for letting me tell my story. 🙂
Good for You Christine Rose in EVERY WAY.
We have much in common it seems. But with me it was 55. Luckily for me I am Very young looking still. BEST of Luck with your marriage and Life (though I have become VERY Jaded against marriage when it comes to the point I am at now ).
I went to grade school with this blond hair girl who always dressed in cute outfits and I always wished I could be her. So when I first started to transition in 1987 I choose her name because I loved it so much. So I became June-Ann Marie Rasco and have been since then when I am not in my home town. I hope to have it legally change in the new year after I am moved.
My mother was super-supportive of my crossdressing from the time I was 11 or 12 (single mom, only child), so I was very blessed to have her in my life. She actually told me that my name was going to be Karen Marie if I had been born a girl, so the name kind of stuck. I had thought of other feminine names like Tricia, Melissa, Lisa, Michelle, Colleen, Kathy and Susan — “trying them on” at different times as a teenager, but Karen Marie just seemed to be “my name”, and it meant so much to my mother to have the name she picked out before I was born!
You are SO fortunate. My mother caught me at 11….. and asked me if I really ” wanted to BE a girl”… it was not an offer. To my lasting regret, I told her what she wanted to hear. 11 years later I brought her daughter to her. She was supportive then but admitted that in 1968 there wasn’t much that could be done for me…… she would have taken me to a doctor. The current treatment entailed a pile of gorgeous frillies. …. with one wire to your ankle and another to your scroutum. Get pretty and they turn on the juice!
I am more than a bit jealous of the new girls and some of their magical lives.
I heard that Laura. I was dressed up as a girl by my teenage sister and her school friends one summer. I loved it though I had been secretly wearing my sisters skirts and dresses before this. (I looked just like a beautiful and adorable little preteen girl, even prettier than a lot of the girls I went to school with) The second time the girls dressed me up my father found out. He beat me with his huge leather belt and then with his hands, bashed my head against the hard tile wall of the shower and started washing off all the makeup. He told me no son of his was going to be a ‘faggot’, I had a serious concussion for over a month after that. In addition I was punished for my ‘feminine mishap’ with the family calling me either Rhonda or Sissy.
They finally stopped and when school started that September everyone in the whole school knew what had happened. I was beaten, tormented, and relentlessly tortured in school while the school teachers turned a blind eye to it all. Finally by November or December (I forget which) I had been traumatized enough to the point that I tried to commit suicide by taking all the Valium tablets from my mothers prescription. I woke up in the Hospital. A woman psychiatrist asked me why I did that and I told her. She just said it was a phase I was going through and that I would grow out of it. As for the kids at school tormenting me she would speak with the powers that be at the school and have it stopped. She was right and wrong.. I didn’t grow out of it, but most of the bullying did stop at school, at least it did for that year, but each new school year was like starting a new life but some bullies loved to just call me fag and freak and continued to do so. I was only 9.5 years old at the time. By the time I was 12 I had been brutally raped 2 times and attempted suicide as many times as well. No one cared. I was considered to be mentally ill because of my wanting to be a girl. Parents in the neighborhood would not allow their kids to talk to me. I thus grew up an introverted social recluse. I cannot even begin to tell you the sheer utter loneliness and isolation I felt, and not having someone to talk to about it was pure hell. I am glad times have changed for the better but there is still a ways to go, and I’m not really jealous of the new girls and their magical lives but I am very envious. I would never wish on my worst enemy the violent and nightmarish life I had to endure due to me just wanting to be Nikki and not who and what others thought I was. If only I could forget what they did…..
hi, well as if being a trannie wasn’t crazy enough LOL, I called my femme self Suzanne, but as time went on and she became a personality of her own, we talk shop together (NATURALLY) she always chooses the most expensive underwear, anyway she told me her name was Jessica. ok so you are Jessica smith, no no I am Jessica wylde a person in my own right with a name that reflects my personality. so no arguing there then.
That sound a bit like MPD Multiple Personality Disorder. But at least both people are talking. … it’s much worse when they don’t and just “take over”. Several Trans people I have known had MPD. In a couple of cases the femm personality WAS identified as a Transgender. ….. but is usually a woman…. in her own right. But then— aren’t ALL transwomen actually WOMAN riding around in the wrong she’ll? Cross dressers not so much. Still lovely sisters but their needs and focus are different.
hi laura, thanks for the reply very thought provoking, I don’t feel that I am transgender except in self indulgent moments but that’s just fantasy on my part, I also don’t seem to be mpd as we both know each other exists and neither one takes full possession, I like to think we are twin flames much like yin and yang well balanced, but that is my own reasoning point and maybe just my way of explaining the way I am perhaps not taking full responsibility, so I appreciate your intelligent point, many thanks Jessica/ ken
This is an interesting thread. I’ve wondered about this before.
When I 1st started online, I got on a Computerserve site called Genderline and I wanted a name I could use and be anonymous and nothing like my drab name. I told my family since everyone used the same computer the same story. I didn’t want to be outed and was very careful to protect my computer passwords, etc. I found that Jan could be perceived as either guy or gal and Brown just popped into my head. I think it’s been good. People keep trying to make “Jan” into “Janice” or something else but I’m just “Jan” and loving it. Huggs, Jan
When my older sister was pregnant with her first child, discussions between her and my mother about what to name the baby led my mom to comment about our names. She said that if I were born a ‘girl’ she had decided on the name of ‘Nikki’. Having heard this I just adopted it because that is the name that should have been given to me. My mom (who has now passed) never accepted the fact that I was really her daughter, but she did seem to approve of my name choice. Hey if Nikki-Six could get away with it then why not me?