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Hey girls,
Just wanted to share the stories of the first two times I went out dressed.
The first time was my first time in Belfast (NI) at age 18 alone. I grew up in a very rural part of the country and was moving to ‘the big city’ for my first full time job after school. It was February and I would be moving in the summer, so told my parents that I needed to go on my own to familiarize myself with the area. I had called a lingerie shop and booked a fitting in advance. At that time, I had no femme clothes of my own, so went in my male clothes and borrowed one of my mum’s bras. Even though I didn’t know anybody, and nobody knew me I wasn’t brave enough to wear it when walking around. It wasn’t until I went into the shop that I started to relax. The girl who did the fitting was very friendly, but I didn’t buy anything that day because I was living at home for the next few months and trying to hide something from my mother is like hiding food from a mouse.
However, roughly 18 months later, after moving house, I went out fully en femme for the first time. I was still wearing my male trainers and plain black fleece (which was long enough to hide, you know) but I had on a padded bra, panties, black leggings, a white t-shirt and wig. I went to the local shopping center, got my make-up done at the beauty counter of the pharmacy, bought make-up for the first time and then went shopping. By far my favourite part of the day was while browsing round the lingerie section of M&S, a woman (who looked to be of pensioner age, approached me from behind, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “excuse me young lady, can you help me?”
I couldn’t help but beam. I explained that I didn’t work there, she apologised and moved on. It gave me a feeling that I passed. Had it not been for her, I may not be where I am now.
Hugs,
Isabel
Hi Isabel
Isn’t it a wonderful thing when you are spoken to as a female?.It’s happened to me quite a bit and I always get giddy when it happens. It’s saying that you pass as a girl. Isn’t that what we strive for? It never gets old no matter how many times it happens Have a great day and stay safe when you are out dressed en femme .PS.I absolutely love the name that you choose
Jannie
Interesting how time changes things. I remember the first time I ordered some movies from a catalog over the phone. I was 11 and my voice hadn’t changed yet. When the order taker called me “young lady”, I got very angry at her, corrected her and then cancelled the order.
Fast forward to today. I wish I could disguise my voice to the extent that I would be called a feminine pronoun when ‘dressed’ in public. I’ll have to work on that.
I love stories like this. Always takes me back to my first time out, and I think we all remember our first time out fondly. I sure do because it happened at a cemetery one early morning. I know how it sounds, but there was a reason I chose that over somewhere so public. It was both my first time out dressed and the first time I was befriended by a groundskeeper. But that is another story for another time-LOL!
Thanks, Tami-it was quite cute and charming actually. He really took me for a woman, and it might have helped that he was a senior, so I didn’t feel threatened (but I was very nervous-lol!). He engaged me in conversation and even complimented on my dress. I remember that it was early in the morning and well, being a cemetery, not very much going on, ha! Best place to go to where there isn’t anyone and where I was able to be out in the fresh air and enjoy some outdoor Helena time.
That is a great story Isobel.I hope my first time goes as well as yours.Hugs to you.You are amazing.I love your name too.
I was twelve so in 1992 I guess.My Mom moved in A dresser of hers into my room who was moving things around and just stayed there.One night,I was watching A movie called “Death Becomes Her” and Goldie Hawn was wearing this very sensual red dress and suddenly A switch snapped in my brain.
I then opened the drower and saw my Mom’s panties,bra and A dress in it.So I put them on.Goldie also was wearing these gorgeous red heels-wanted to wear them.I looked in A bag nearby and saw A similar pair though more roughed up.I of course tried them on and yes they didn’t fit,but I hobbled around in them.
As A child I was just goofing around at the time,but in retrospect I did geninely enjoyed being in those clothes,especially the heels.I own none at the moment since I only have two ill fitting dresses and that’s it.However,that sensation of wearing those heels makes me want to own A pair and wear them again.
So,yeah that was my first time. 🙂
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