Hi girls! I have been a member here for almost 2 years now. My femme name was the one I picked out 40 years ago when I was into CD for a couple of years, Cassandra Joyce Jayson. I figured I would go by Sandy here on CDH for 2 reasons. First Sandy rhymes with my drab name Randy and my first wig was blond and I thought looked ‘Sandy’.
On Sept 1 2021 I had a hair appointment for 2pm. After my light lunch was done a little after 11am, I knew I needed to get ready. First a close shave. Next moisturizer, primer and foundation. Finally, powder to set everything. In between these steps applied 2 or 3 coats of mascara. Finish my face with Mary Kay’s ‘Sunset’.
I struggled to change my earrings (only studs today) – damn arthritis. All this took almost 1.5 hours. It takes a long time for many of us to present as a woman. It never fails that when I am applying primer or foundation that I find 1 or 2 patches of whiskers that I missed. Put on my flowery top, shorts with sunflowers on the pockets and 1 inch wedges.
The appointment was only 20 to 30 minutes away (depending on traffic). I got there 15 minutes early, so I drove around a little, then walked into the Ulta shop 5 minutes early.
It took her over 2 hours to color my hair. She had to mix up the formula 4 times. My hair is hard to judge that way; it is fine but there is a lot of it. After the hair was all covered there was a 25 minute wait to let the chemicals work. The next step was to wash the hair, to wash the remaining chemicals out. The pampering of having the hair hand washed by her was great. The next thing was to trim the hair a little, then dry it and do a little styling with the brush.
I looked at myself in the mirror when she was done. I had requested to have my hair colored darker than I did a year before (I think it was auburn brown). I looked, my God the ends of my hair was a DARK brown and the middle (where I part my hair) was a bright red brown. Thoughts went through my head, what am I going to tell my co-workers, neighbors and people at church. Then I looked again wearing my turquoise glasses, I thought I looked good so if asked and they have a problem, the problem is theirs. Any way I had plans for the next day that would make my hair a non-event!
When I got home about a half hour latter I walked into the door completely in femme yet with my much darker hair. Her first comment was “you weirdo, you are a male, you should look and dress as a male. At that point I started to giggle, but this just made her madder. But we all know the problem is her’s!!
The next thing she did was to take my picture all femmed out. A little later she goes over to our daughter and shows the pictures to my daughter and granddaughter. They already know, the X told them 2 years ago when she first found out. But I need to think of how I show them and talk about it.
This ends day 1 of my new Cassie adventure.
Thanks to you girls for taking the time to read my article! Please feel free to send in a response to my article or one of my questions posed to you below!
- How did you girls come up with your chosen femme name?
- Have you ever been to a makeup or hair salon or retail store makeup department for a professional makeover or hair coloring and styling to be done on you? If so, how was your experience – good, bad, or somewhere inbetween?
- How many people in your immediate family or former immediate family know about your thrill of cross dressing?