The first time I saw BrieAnne

For a long time, I just sort of skirted the edge of cross dressing. I’d buy assorted panties or nylons, but only wearing them in the safety of my home.

After a couple years, I found the courage to wear them out on small errands. A trip to the drive thru, the grocery store, places like that. I began to enjoy the feeling of being out in what felt natural, what felt… right, but soon I started to feel like I wanted something more. That’s when I decided to try wearing them to work. Though I felt more authentically me, I still felt like something was missing. I felt like I still wasn’t quite me.

I wrestled with this feeling for a while, seeing as I was already pushing the envelope of societal norms. Despite this, I began looking at dresses and skirts online. I started visiting sites to try to find sizing charts and conversions.

Finally, I found a light pink bodycon dress that caught my eye. I spent the next few days talking myself into buying it. I finally did, along with a nice pair of nylons to go with it. I booked a hotel room for the weekend and picked up my new outfit.

That weekend I finally decided to take my first step towards embracing something that was begging to be done. I was so nervous about putting on that dress. I stood at the end of the bed for a solid ten minutes just staring at the dress before I finally picked it up and slipped into it.

Almost immediately, I felt something I’d never felt before. I walked over to the mirror and it hit me. I didn’t have any makeup or wig, but it was unmistakable… I was finally seeing me! Not the boy who I was raised as, but the me who lived inside me, I saw BrieAnne. The light in her eyes and the smile on her face was undeniable. I finally found myself.