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This is the third forum post in a sequence that started back in August with one that I called ‘So … I just told my Mum’. After the follow up, I promised that if anything else happened I’d let everyone know.
Since this is developing into more of a mini-series I’d thought I’d make it all seem more exciting than it actually is by giving it the full IMDB treatment.
I would recommend having some popcorn to hand.
‘SO … I JUST TOLD MY MUM’ (Season 1)
Main cast: Ellie, Mum, Tracey (special guest appearance by Remy the West Highland Terrier)
Ep. 1 (aired August 13th 2023): ‘So … I just told my Mum’
Ellie screws up her courage to tell her Mother that she is a crossdresser while her Mother is on a week-long visit from Kent. It goes well; crucially, however, Ellie only makes a partial confession and doesn’t reveal that she is trans.
Ep 2 (aired August 21st 2023): ‘So … I just told my Mum (Part 2): What happened next’
Ellie drives her Mum back to Kent after her week-long stay in Norfolk. Ellie’s sister Tracey lives with her Mother. Late at night, during a violent thunderstorm, Ellie tells Tracey everything. Tracey embraces the news with surprising enthusiasm, and the next morning the pair tell Ellie’s Mother the full truth about her. Ellie finds herself completely accepted, and that afternoon Ellie and Tracey go shopping for clothes together. The visit ends with Ellie driving back to Norfolk en femme and feeling happier than she has done for many years.
Ep 3 (aired Monday 25th September): ‘So … I just told my Mum (Part 3); A series of unexpected events.’
The weekend just past was my birthday weekend, and I travelled from Norfolk to Kent to spend it with my Mother and my sister, Tracey. Those who have been following my recent exploits will know that I came out to them both in August. I had no intention of it being anything other than a perfectly normal weekend spent with family, but Mum and Tracey turned out to have other ideas about how to help me celebrate.
I left Norfolk straight after work and was in Kent shortly after 7pm. Almost the first thing that Tracey said to me when I got through the door was that she and Mum had bought me a special present. I wasn’t allowed to open it yet and needed to wait until after we’d eaten. It was a bit of a throwaway statement; I didn’t think much more about it.
An hour or so later, when we’d finished our meal and were chatting over coffee, Tracey went and fetched the parcel. From its shape and softness I could tell it contained clothes of some sort. Mum and Tracey both watched intently as I unwrapped it. Inside was a very femme angora shawl.
Tracey blurted out ‘If you don’t like it we can take it back’ but she could already see from my face just how much in love with it I already was … not just the shawl itself but the fact that they had chosen to buy me something so overtly feminine.
A few moments later Tracey was on her feet modelling the shawl for me so I could see how to wear it; then she draped it around me and stepped back to admire the effect.
‘Are you SURE you like it?, she said.
Honestly, I don’t think that I’ve ever loved anything more.
I’d packed some eBay purchases which had turned out to be too small for me. So, after receiving my own present I was able to give something back by passing two of them (a Jaeger cardigan and a white linen Noa Noa dress) on to Tracey.
Exchanging clothes with my sister; another win!
That night, after Mum had gone to bed, Tracey and I stayed up late and talked until the small hours. Crossdressing cropped up a few times – she really is curious about what makes us tick – and we talked a lot about being transgender. But otherwise it was just a normal conversation, flicking back freely over all sorts of topics. It turns out though that she’d quite like to have a holiday, just me and her, with me en femme!
In the morning Mum and Tracey suggested going to Canterbury for the day. I imagined that we would just amble around doing a bit of sightseeing and maybe grab lunch or a coffee somewhere. In fact it turned into a day of hardcore clothes shopping. Tracey wore the cardigan I’d given her the night before. I never in a million years thought that I would ever be standing flicking through a rail of dresses while my Mum and sister commented on what would look good on me. As well as going into several of the big retail chains, Mum insisted that we went into every vintage outlet and charity shop that we could find. I even sampled perfumes in a large department store (turns out I love, but can’t afford, ‘Mitsouko’ by Guerlain).
The absolute highlight of the day for me was when Tracey found me a midi skirt in burgundy suede in a charity shop; I was standing looking dubiously at the size label when Mum unexpectedly said ‘Why don’t you try it on?’. Equally unexpectedly I found myself thinking ‘Yes, why not?’ and a moment later there I was asking one of the two female sales assistants if that would be okay.
‘Of course honey … we don’t judge’, she said and took me to the changing room.
As I stood behind the curtain putting the skirt on I couldn’t quite believe what I was doing; it was a first for me. Sadly the skirt didn’t fit, but at least it was for the right reasons. I’ve been deliberately losing weight recently and although it would once have been my size it was now way too big for me.
As I emerged Mum, Tracey and the two shop girls stopped their conversation and looked enquiringly at me. I shook my head and one of the women said ‘What a shame – it would have really suited you!’
Another moment to treasure.
During the afternoon I bought a beautiful women’s fleece (Mum steered me towards it) and two blouses. Tracey bought a cardigan and I bought Mum a coat as an early Christmas present. I tried the fleece on in the shop, but the blouses were a last minute closing-time purchase in Primark so we had to guess at the correct sizes. Later that evening, back at the house, Mum suggested I try the blouses on to see if they actually fitted. I went upstairs, found that they did, and came back downstairs wearing one of them. It met with approval; I went back upstairs to change back into my t-shirt.
But then I thought … why am I doing this? After all, I’d just been walking around the house in a blouse. Why not just keep it on?
So I teamed it with a knee-length woman’s cardigan that I’d packed and went back downstairs.
Since it was a beautiful sunny September evening we all went and sat in the garden. We were chatting away when Mum’s neighbour came out. I’d forgotten that she was having a clear out and had offered me two dining room chairs to take back to Norfolk. Tracey and I went into her house to have a look at them, and then I carried them to my car. It was only afterwards that I realised what I’d been wearing throughout … but honestly, nobody was remotely bothered. To my surprise I found that, actually, I wasn’t either.
Later I was curled up on the sofa watching Netflix with Mum and Tracey. The lights were off, candles were flickering and Remy the dog was stretched out beside me snoring gently. It suddenly occurred to me that I was dressed pretty much totally en femme. I’m always underdressed in knickers and bra; factor in the blouse and the cardigan and since I was barefoot the only male item that I was wearing was my jeans. It had all just happened completely naturally, without my even thinking about it.
I felt completely, utterly content.
All in all, I think I can reasonably claim that this was one of my more memorable birthdays.
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