Greetings Dear Readers, this week we have a story from a very special lady who went out en femme for the first time ever a few months ago. Of all the crossdressing success stories I must confess that the two stories that bring the most joy to my heart are those where our fearless heroine engages in a first of epic proportions – venturing out en femme for the first time, or telling their special someone about the woman inside.
I am JamieGhee, and have been cross dressing since forever. I have never been out en femme, and went to my first event, “Beauty and the Beach,” in Rehobeth Beach, Delaware.
JamieGhee’s Crossdressing Success Story
As I am waiting for check-in time, I am back to experiencing that excitement mixed with anxiety that I have had since I first signed up to be here-back in March. It is now the day before Halloween. All those months of waiting and wondering, and now I’m finally here! The trunk of my car is packed to the top with suit bags, suitcases, four pairs of shoes, three wigs, makeup and a jewelry box. I don’t know if I have brought too much or not enough.
An hour before the first gathering of the evening, I find myself rushing around my room, getting a little frantic as I try to sort out what to wear. I have chosen to bring “age appropriate” clothing, being 64 years old after all. My first choice is a dark red, ankle length skirt with a white, puffy sleeved blouse. With makeup done, I put on my hair and slip into black pumps with three inch heels, my most comfortable shoes. Then there’s this totally new thing, a purse, and what goes in it? Then finally, there she is, reflected back in the full length mirror. The image smiles a little, and oh my gosh, this is it!
I have determined in advance, from the advice on Ms. VickiRene’s website, to smile and greet everyone I encounter. I have no illusions that I “pass,” and I know I’m not by nature an outgoing person. I am determined to do the best that I can, and not to run away from myself either. I step into the hall and tingle with excitement and anticipation. I do my best feminine walk (from the hips, girl!), and arrive at the dining room. Suddenly, my eyes go “macro,” as I try to take in everything I see. There is a large room filling with some of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, and nearly all of them, except the genetic women, are just like me. I cannot keep myself from smiling.
The next morning, another-first-time-in-my-life, being dressed en femme to start the day. Although not a morning person, I arrive at the dining room already smiling. Later in the afternoon I decide on another never-done-that-before thing-fingernail polish, on my own, grown-long nails. This starts out being a minor disaster, and I am asking myself, how hard can this be?
By dinner, my jaw muscles ache from smiling, but I am describing my experience to anyone who asks as, fantastic. This is Friday, the evening for one’s best dress, and for something called the Princess Promenade. I wear an evening dress, which is a light peach color, and has an elegant flow to it. When I return to the dining room for the event, I find it is now filled with really beautiful people. Those who want to enter the promenade line up, and at this point I find myself thinking the unthinkable-would I actually want to do that? Won’t I look foolish, at my age? Then I find myself doing the unthinkable, and joining the line to be escorted into the spotlight and introduced. At that point my eyes go out of focus, I forget everything I know about how to walk, how to stand, and feel that I shuffle off into the darkness after my 15 seconds in the spotlight. But I did it!
Saturday morning brings the announcement of the Princess and her court, then a group photo on the boardwalk. In the evening is the talent show after dinner. Though not something I would ordinarily find entertaining, I seem to have a different mood in my black evening dress and four inch heels. And all too soon it is all over.
Back home, I find a certain joy, and in some odd way I am proud of myself for presenting the person who is JamieGhee for the first time, for bringing her out from the deepest part of her closet. I met so many beautiful people. For all that I wasn’t-like passable-there is so much that I was, for myself, perhaps for others.
If you have a story to share you’d like to share with the readers of Crossdresser Heaven, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and let me know you’d like me to share with others. Please include:
- Your femme name
- A brief introduction (1-2 sentences about where you live, how old you are and such)
- Your story (if you go over 700 words I’m going to edit you down )
- Optional – A photo of you (no nudity please)