Today’s crossdressing success story is a heart warming story of a lady that finds an unusual twist on the road while she’s out and about as her femme self. There’s something about the peace of being who you are that changes everything. If you’d like to submit your story to be featured on Crossdresser Heaven, please send 500-700 words of your own sincere awakening – whether large or small – to firstname.lastname@example.org. If you’re comfortable sharing pictures, that would inspire others.
An usual success story
My story is quite typical of a cross dresser in some respects but then goes off on a tangent. I first fully cross dressed in 1990 and was as afraid and paranoid as they come to step out in public but I did it with the help of Virginia Prince herself. Shirley was born when I saw the woman in the mirror. She was me and I had to give her a name. I went out as Shirley once or twice a month from then until 1997 when suddenly it wasn’t good enough anymore. I wanted to be a real woman as in genetically complete but that isn’t currently possible so I withdrew resigned to my fate in deep depression. I locked Shirley away for 13 years but in 2010 a change came. My spirit started to lift for what reason I still don’t know but I started to feel more and more girly and by May of 2011 I got Shirley together and she was free again. This time however it was with a different attitude. I no longer cared if I passed or not or if anyone liked it or not. I am to this day defiant. Just try and stop me and I’ll make you pay.
So I started going out as Shirley again once or twice a month but suddenly there came a day I’ve feared for 22 years. I was out as Shirley 6 weeks ago and felt so comfortable as a woman and happy as my natural self and so warmly accepted by everyone suddenly I didn’t want to go back to being Gordon the actor, the clown, so sad, miserable and depressed on masculine island. I’m happy for you boys here having a ball and I hate to leave in what might seem like an undignified rush but that person you see out on the water madly rowing away to the opposite shore is me.
Something magic has happened contrary to what most would expect. I go out as my very friendly, upbeat, humorous loving self and everybody loves me back whether they read me or not and is happy to see me as Shirley. Is it just my personal charm or is it just that no cares anymore? I think it’s a combination of both but mostly my personal charm. I think I could sell bikinis to Eskimos and charm the socks off almost anyone. It works for me and I love it. I can either build my own computer business or go back into computer programming. I’m still thinking about it.
So I’m successfully transgendered and living like or as a woman could and probably will the rest of my life. I am so happy and comfortable in the feminine role my life would’ve been better if I had done it long ago. I was miserable as a man.
So I’ve pulled a Virginia Prince. I’m living as a woman but will not transition like a transsexual. I suppose that makes me a pretty rare bird but it doesn’t really matter in a world where everyone is absolutely unique.
That’s my success story. It was supposed to be impossible or at least very impractical but here I am living my dream. Freedom is priceless.