When I made the decision eighteen months ago to embrace and explore my femininity, I never imagined how far I would have come in such a short time.  When this journey began, I could not even walk outside without jumping out my skin if I saw anything that could be someone watching me.  As the weeks slowly became months, my comfort level grew.  Today, I think nothing of walking out to the mailbox or working around the yard wearing whatever feels comfortable.  I was even served a subpoena while wearing a gingham skirt, tee, and heels.  Out of respect for my wife’s feelings and our reputation in the community, I do not dress as feminine me locally.  That being said, my public excursions beyond my property have been limited.  Besides attending a couple of social events for a local crossdresser / transgendered group where all present were like minded individuals, my only public excursions have been driving to and from Baltimore where the only interaction was maybe a drive thru for lunch.  I have avoid full fledged public interaction as feminine me quite actively.  Today, however, that changed, and feminine me finally bit the bullet, at least figuratively.

I was relaxing at home wearing a black skirt, pale pink tunic, and my black wedges, trying to stay out of the heat.  I had nowhere to go, but I was feeling very feminine so I applied some light make up and donned silk head scarf.  It was an all-around great day.  I chatted and channel surfed between golf, synchronized swimming, and volleyball.  I was content and happy.

As early afternoon became mid afternoon, my wife texted me about dinner – she had a craving for burgers.  I would have to go shopping! Our refrigerator and pantry were essentially empty; we had just returned from several weeks on vacation.  Given the aforementioned restrictions, this created a dilemma for me as I really did not want to change and remove my makeup.   Therefore, I faced a choice – either change or drive several communities over to go grocery shopping.  Well, after procrastinating for an hour, I made my decision which as the title implies, was to drive twenty-five minutes away and shop as feminine me.

Throwing my wallet and phone in my purse, I jumped into my truck and set off for the grocery store.   It was a generally uneventful ride with two exceptions.  While waiting at a red light, I may have been a conversation starter for two young ladies in the vehicle in the next lane.  When I glanced over, they were chuckling, smiling, and somewhat pointing in my direction.  I allowed my vehicle to roll forward slightly, and they immediately followed suit.  Not wanting my nerves to get the better of me, I elected to move into the open right turn lane, and use an alternate route.  The other exception was at the McDonald’s drive thru.  I craved a snack.  The team members at the drive thru window were starring without making any comment.  Accepting my order, I thanked the two young team members, and continued on my journey.  My previous drive thru experiences were much different; they were more of the ordinary variety.  In those experiences, the team members acted no different than I have observed as masculine me.  Of course, in hindsight, I recognize that I was so nervous that I was probably more sensitive than usual to my surroundings and reading meaning where none existed.

Arriving at the grocery store, I touched up my lipstick which had been removed by my burger and sweet tea.  Stepping out of my truck, I grabbed a cart, threw my purse in, and forced myself to walk at normal pace toward the front door.  My nerves were present as expected, which required me to force myself repeatedly to slow down.  I must have walked up and down several aisles multiple times to calm my nerves.  It was not the most efficient shopping trip, and I almost forgot the most important ingredients for burgers, ground beef.  I also almost lost my nerve when it came to purchasing my items.  Fortunately, (or unfortunately, I’m not sure which), circumstances lead me to the self-checkout.  Again, I had to force myself to slow down – I was literally trying to rush through the checkout.  I even almost forgot to grab my grocery bags.  After a deep breath and finding my composure, I calmly walked across the front of the store to the opposite door and outside toward the parking lot.  Collecting my bags and purse, I left the cart on the sidewalk, and walked to my truck with dignity.

Driving home, I had to consider this excursion a success.  Feminine me had completed an everyday task that masculine me handles without a second thought.  I had interacted with both the store’s employees and my fellow patrons, and survived without experiencing any negativity, all as feminine me.  Is feminine me as comfortable as masculine me?  No, but I made huge strides in rectifying that.  There was, however, one negative.  I spent twice as much time driving to and from the grocery store than I spent actually shopping.  All in all, it was a great step in my journey of growth and acceptance of all of who I am.


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  1. racheal james 3 days ago

    I was getting nervous just reading that.but that’s how exactly I feel if I see someone I panic.other times I think dam it and try not to make eye contact beleiving people will take no notice of me.but when I see people look is because I look attractive as I dress sexy.or because I look manly.

  2. Belle 6 days ago

    That’s awesome MacKenzie! I’m so happy for you!

  3. Frances Flip 1 week ago

    yes yes I have found myself free and easy wow iam loving and kind iam enough and find love in helping outhers through certain channels
    May Gods love enter us all and may we be able to show outhers the way to the truth and the light of a higher power whatever you want to call it but call it !

  4. sam 2 weeks ago

    is that feminine makes you so happy like this !! how do you feel by wearing like a girl !!

  5. Pauline Yllonnoc 3 weeks ago

    Wonderful story. You’re so much braver than me xx

  6. Bobbie 3 weeks ago

    Thats a great story. I find it is easier to shop closer with the most conservative girls clothing on and If I have to get home fast, then its the most possible to do. What you must do to get that nervousness away is to always dress feminine even when out and your confidence will get better each time you are out. I wear ear studs, light eye shadow and even a very pale pinkish lip gloss with maybe a necklace or wrist bangle with all my feminism tops and I wear those ripped girls jeans with flats when I’m out shopping and I hardly ever get a second look. I just blend in with the rest of the women.
    The thing is women and girls today dont wear dresses unless they are going to a richy party. I hardly ever see a girl in a skirt anymore, so if you are in a skirt its like waving a red flag so everyone looks your way. So dress like the girls they way they dress when out and you will do just fine.

  7. Martina Mooney 3 weeks ago

    This is awesome thank you, I get out regularly to nightlife but am now putting the grocery store on my agenda.
    I think I’ll definitely glam it down and put my hair in a pony.
    Loved reading this!

  8. Jennifer Jenny 3 weeks ago

    This story is my inspiration to go out to grocery store in my femme dress. I did it yesterday night.

  9. skippy1965(Cynthia) 4 weeks ago

    Congrats MAC on your shopping excursion. I had gone out either my sis before to go clothes shopping while in full Cyn mode but it was just a month or so ago that I made my first solo trip into a store (my maiden voyage you might call it )). It was a Walmart and I was coming from my counseling appt where I had been in full Cyn mode. I walked in -did some shopping and used the self checkout. The door geeeter said “have a nice day ma’am ” and it was over! Easy peasey!

    Thanks for sharing your success story !

  10. Krista 4 weeks ago

    Great story Mac. I really enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing.

    I can totally relate to the “rushing around” and being “more sensitive” to the surroundings. Yup, been there, done that. And for me, the rush still hasn’t gone away.

    But it is my voice that is my downfall. I haven’t yet found my female voice where I’d feel more comfortable in public. Which is too bad as I’m often mistaken for female even while dressed in drab. And I no longer correct people when they make that mistake; instead I try to respond in a soft voice.

    I’d love to read more of your stories. Sounds like you have a lot that you can share.

    Thanks again,
    Hugs, Krista

  11. Deety Dagger 4 weeks ago

    Mac, I understand completely the feelings you experienced and shared them when I started shopping openly as Deety. Two important things to bear in mind are that I was through force of circumstances starting this adventure at the age of 68 and that in no way can I be described as feminine, being an ex rugby football player and built like the proverbial outhouse. No body seemed to take any notice, they may have been sniggering behind my back but to my face they were charming. I put it down to British reserve but I came to realise that they all obviously thought I was a mad eccentric and no threat to them.

    When I had properly considered the situation I realised that in my earlier, married days, my wife and I had occasionally encountered crossdressers when she was shopping for clothes, and always our attitude had been ‘not to see’, to ignore them in other words. The only time I ever recall there being trouble was when a rather drunk crossdresser was trying to proposition customers.

    Armed with this insight, and the knowledge that most sales assistants are paid on commission I decided to do my own clothes shopping in person. Not brave enough to do it in my own town I visited towns far and wide and shopped for my female wardrobe. Sometimes dressed, sometimes in drab, but always openly for myself. I even took it further, asking for advice and help and far from being rebuffed or subject of disapproval found that the sales staff wanted to help and enjoyed the honesty of my approach. Many times a simple shopping trip has ended in me giggling together with sales girls, often over the fact that men’s waists are such an indefinable place.

    Only one chain store has caused problems by not allowing me to try on clothes because they have a strict policy of no men in the women’s changing room and won’t permit female clothes to be taken into the men’s. Most of the others allow men to try on female outer garments at least, and some go a lot further. I have had a full bra fitting carried out in store and on one notable occasion the services of a personal shopper to fetch, carry and advise.

    Sorry for the length of this response, but my advice to any crossdresser is that at least once, and probably not in your own town or neighbourhood, to screw up your courage, walk into a ladies store, and say, ” you have a lovely (skirt, blouse, whatever) in your window. Do you have one in my size”. You might just be astonished at how the ice is broken.

    • Sasha 4 weeks ago

      “Do you have one in my size”. I’m afraid that I’m not even close enough to say that!
      I’m still in the beginning of my feminine journey but that day looks far far away. By then I’m taking ideas reading your experiences ladies. And I’m thankful to all of you.

    • nikki paris 3 weeks ago

      Thank you for this Mac. So much of it fits where I have been and where I am going to. Given the things happening in our world this week I am encouraged to get out more, to more places and more often.

  12. Way to go Mac!

    Hannah Jeanne

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