Many of us have shared a lot about ourselves here and perhaps on other safe sites where we connect with like minded people. Have you ever told anyone who you really are on the inside? Someone outside this comfortable setting? I did that a couple years ago and it was a very liberating, exciting experience. I have been out dressed with other ladies in a controlled environment, in a venue that was safe and accepting, where I was surrounded by people who had similar stories and backgrounds to mine. However, sharing this deepest part of me with someone totally unrelated to this was a new experience.
I was at a business conference in Arizona. I was, obviously, dressed in male mode when in public the whole time. I met a young lady at, of all places, a bar. Since we were both there for the same conference, we had lots in common so conversation was easy and very basic at first. She was MUCH younger than me so the talks were purely business and eventually more along the lines of how old friends talk. One evening we were sitting at the bar talking and the conversation became considerably more personal. She shared a time when she had done something very daring. She asked if I had anything along those lines to talk about. I said “yes, but you will think much less of me after I tell you my secret.” She promised she wouldn’t and after a bit more coercing on her part, I told her that I was a long time cross-dresser and that my name was Ashleigh. She asked if I had brought clothes with me. I replied “of course.” She then asked me if I would dress for her.
Now the scary part. We went to my room where I went immediately into the bathroom to change. When I was fully dressed, I came out expecting the worst in regards to her response. I was amazed when she cried and told me I was beautiful. She asked about the logistics of dressing to be convincing. We talked for quite a while, and then it was time for her to go back to her room. We snapped a quick “selfie”, exchanged contact info, and then she asked me to walk her back dressed as Ashleigh. How I wish I could have! Alas, too many business associates know me as a male so that was not possible. We have kept in contact since then via email and text. She made sure to tell that she had me listed in her contacts as “Ashleigh Marie.”
The moral of this story (to use an outdated cliche) is: there are many people outside our sphere of influence who are accepting and understanding. We often fear that we can never tell a soul for fear of the consequences. But, that’s a topic for another article.Tags: Crossdresser Acceptance crossdressing experiences crossdressing friends