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Saturday was my first time dressed (other than underdressed) anywhere other than my bedroom. A transgender friend of mine suggested to me a few months ago that I should check out meetup dot com. (Not sure on the rules for adding URLs to posts, so just to be sure...) She said I could likely find a local support group, and maybe even find groups related to some of my other interests. Sure enough, I found plenty of CD/trans groups on the site - some were intended as support groups, others were more for hookups and similar.
The one group has a monthly get-together, with September's being a BBQ. So, my wife and I went Saturday. We were hoping to also be able to go to another event from a 2nd, related, group afterward but we were unable to make overnight arrangements for our kids so had to cut out before the second event. I won't lie - I was nervous as hell. It ended up being... thoroughly uneventful in a good way.
While my wife took care of dropping off the kids - our daughter at her friends' house, our son at my parents' - I did the shower and shave thing, then started getting ready. I put on my under clothing - this would be the first time wearing my bra outside the house - with male shorts and t-shirt over top. Then I repainted my toenails because the polish had started to chip and rub off. Then I put on the fake nails. While I let the glue dry completely, I set about gathering things - shoes, stockings, skirt, top. When my wife got home, she helped me track down some nail polish she thought would nice, and trimmed the nails for me. I started painting but ran into some trouble with my carpel tunnel deciding that grasping the brush was too much. So my wonderful wife took over painting the rest of my nails for me, too. And then we were off.
I was convinced that everybody we passed while I was driving was somebody who knew me, and they could see my nails and had assumed I was a weirdo and/or pervert. The thought of turning around crossed my mind briefly a few times, to be honest. The negative thoughts were only fleeting, though.
When we arrived - after briefly getting lost - we were greeted almost instantly from somebody who guessed who I was after introducing myself on the Meetup page. She was kind and welcoming, and then the host happened to come out and also set us at ease. She gave us a quick tour, and gave us a quick place to plug in our crockpot for our contribution to the BBQ. Then she took me to get changed. Walking into the women's room was a weird experience for me. (It was even weirder going back in afterward to change again; at least the first time, I was being lead into the Lady's Room; the second time I was going in on my own!)
I got changed, made my way back to the group, and mingled. I'm generally a shy introvert, as is my wife, and those are difficult traits to overcome. But within 5 minutes or so, the fact that I was standing there in a skirt and blouse had completely left my mind. It was just another event - though I did need to remind myself to sit more "lady-like" a few times. Old habits die hard. 🙂
It was nice to be out in public, even if it was with a limited audience. Everybody was so kind and welcoming and accepting. There was a wide range of ladies from post-op transgender to parttime crossdressers like me and a whole broad range in between. I'm not much of a Halloween person, so odds are I'll skip the October meetup. But I'm really looking forward to the next time, and maybe finding other opportunities to get dressed too!
Wow, what a great experience, i think a massive bouquet is due for your SO. Congratulations
Krisy
Xx
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Saturday was my first time dressed (other than underdressed) anywhere other than my bedroom. A transgender friend of mine suggested to me a few months ago that I should check out meetup dot com. (Not sure on the rules for adding URLs to posts, so just to be sure…) She said I could likely find a local support group, and maybe even find groups related to some of my other interests. Sure enough, I found plenty of CD/trans groups on the site – some were intended as support groups, others were more for hookups and similar.
The one group has a monthly get-together, with September’s being a BBQ. So, my wife and I went Saturday. We were hoping to also be able to go to another event from a 2nd, related, group afterward but we were unable to make overnight arrangements for our kids so had to cut out before the second event. I won’t lie – I was nervous as hell. It ended up being… thoroughly uneventful in a good way.
While my wife took care of dropping off the kids – our daughter at her friends’ house, our son at my parents’ – I did the shower and shave thing, then started getting ready. I put on my under clothing – this would be the first time wearing my bra outside the house – with male shorts and t-shirt over top. Then I repainted my toenails because the polish had started to chip and rub off. Then I put on the fake nails. While I let the glue dry completely, I set about gathering things – shoes, stockings, skirt, top. When my wife got home, she helped me track down some nail polish she thought would nice, and trimmed the nails for me. I started painting but ran into some trouble with my carpel tunnel deciding that grasping the brush was too much. So my wonderful wife took over painting the rest of my nails for me, too. And then we were off.
I was convinced that everybody we passed while I was driving was somebody who knew me, and they could see my nails and had assumed I was a weirdo and/or pervert. The thought of turning around crossed my mind briefly a few times, to be honest. The negative thoughts were only fleeting, though.
When we arrived – after briefly getting lost – we were greeted almost instantly from somebody who guessed who I was after introducing myself on the Meetup page. She was kind and welcoming, and then the host happened to come out and also set us at ease. She gave us a quick tour, and gave us a quick place to plug in our crockpot for our contribution to the BBQ. Then she took me to get changed. Walking into the women’s room was a weird experience for me. (It was even weirder going back in afterward to change again; at least the first time, I was being lead into the Lady’s Room; the second time I was going in on my own!)
I got changed, made my way back to the group, and mingled. I’m generally a shy introvert, as is my wife, and those are difficult traits to overcome. But within 5 minutes or so, the fact that I was standing there in a skirt and blouse had completely left my mind. It was just another event – though I did need to remind myself to sit more “lady-like” a few times. Old habits die hard.
It was nice to be out in public, even if it was with a limited audience. Everybody was so kind and welcoming and accepting. There was a wide range of ladies from post-op transgender to parttime crossdressers like me and a whole broad range in between. I’m not much of a Halloween person, so odds are I’ll skip the October meetup. But I’m really looking forward to the next time, and maybe finding other opportunities to get dressed too!
