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 name,Christina, is the name I would of been given had I been born female..
Hello
I took my name from a close dear friend… who at a very young age was taken before her time…
I have soooo loved the name…..
It’s a soft feminine name
My given name was Stephen, when I was in Highschool I was frequently teased about the way it was spelled and called Stephanie, oddly enough I wasn’t offered or hurt by it, as a matter of fact I liked it. It is now my legal name and I think it’s beautiful.
When I was a child my aunt would always call me Christina Poo Poo instead of Christopher just to get a rise out of me little did she know I secretly liked it. Now I’m in my 30’s and my wife is the only one who knows about Christina(whom I’ve been behind closed doors for 20 years,internet included till now) guess I’m scared to come all the way out. But I’m ok with it because at I have her to be myself around. Love this website I’m so terrible with my makeup, as you can see in the photo. I have a lot of new things to try.
C- P-P
GIRL…you are Way too pretty to be hidden in a closet….this face needs to be seen by everyone. Your story is typical of CDers. You have gone 90% down the path, go forward, out the front door….let everyone see how beautiful you are.
At 73 yo, not many more years for me…aches and pains make dressing more difficult each year. Out in public since the 1960’s, I have thouroly enjoyed myself in all parts of the country.
Let me know how you are doing…
ENJOY Being You! Dr. T.J.
Wow! You’re pretty.
Thank you so much!!! Makes me feel great. It’s my first official coming out pic!
(forgot a photo the first post)
When I FINALLY decided, in my mid 50’s to let the Sissy Gurl that was Trapped inside me, pretty much my whole life, I posted an Ad on a Listing site. I was shocked at all the responses I got, from both Men and my new fellow Sisters. I think it was a fellow Sissy Gurl though that asked a question that I wasn’t expecting therefore had NO answer to it. It was “What is your Feminine\Sissy Gurl name?”. WOW the question Hit me like a Ton of Bricks. Here I had Never thought about it but INSTANTLY it suddenly became the Most important Question in My New Life. It became ALL I could think about. Names, came into my head, but were Quickly dismissed. This went on for MORE than a Day. Maybe closer to Two. Then when I was Completely Alone, and Undistracted and Relaxed with an Unoccupied Mine, it came. I KNEW RIGHT away it was RIGHT. Because it Felt So NATURAL, Felt SO…… ME. I Loved and ADORED it from the FIRST time the word came from my lips….CiCi. That is WHO I Was, WHO I AM, CiCi. I said it Over and Over and Over. My Mother was French and I felt like I was a French Sissy. I Felt SURE that the name CiCi was the ONE meant for ME.
Then about a year later I came up with my last name because with each passing month of that year I had FELT and Became more and more Feminine and Embracing of that Stronger All the time side of me. So though CiCi was enough for My Men, CiCi had become REAL enough to NEED a Last name, a Surname, For HER\ME. I’m a Big History buff, and knew that the first name, the Given name was supposed to be WHO you were. CiCi, was WHO I was. But in the OLD days of the beginnings of Surnames, they were Chosen based on WHAT a person was. The last name Thatcher was for a Roofer (thatched roofs) and Miller was for of course a Man who Milled grain. Smith came from Blacksmith. So since CiCi was French I only had to decide from that, WHAT CiCi was. Well CiCi had spent the previous year “making up for Lost Decades”, knowing she wasn’t going to have so many Men Lust after her for long. So I came up with Salope. For the “Rest of the Story\Explanation” go to Google and type “French to English” and then enter Salope into the Text for the French word you want Translated. So Now, at Least INSIDE I was CiCi Salope. And Yes I’ve said it over and over and over to practice my Feminine voice (which needs a Lot of work still), “Hi, I’m CiCi Salope”.
Then a few months later I wanted a middle name. But thought it might be cool to keep some part of my long time male identity, whose first name is William. I didn’t like just making it Billie but when I shortened William to Will and looked at the French translation of Volonte, I loved the sound of it all together CiCi Volonte Salope.
I also Adore what it means in English (or French).
Sorry I’m the long winded type.
Oh and although I took me quite awhile I have read all 71 pages of comments from everyone who posted their own stories. Thank you they were all interesting and some were Awesome.
Lucille, I love your blog, which is very helpful at times. Thanks a million.
I choose the name Joanne, since it is close to my Dutch male name Johan(nes). I also adopted the nicknames Toots and Tootsie, for either gender, basically inspired by Dustin Hoffman’s Tootsie movie. That movie awakened me to who I really feel I am, the daughter my mother never had!