Dear reader, we’ve got a treat for you this week. Miriam has offered to share another crossdressing success story with us. For those of you wondering whether crossdressing success only happens once, Miriam’s shows us that wonderful crossdressing experiences can become a habit. Pretty soon a habit becomes a way of life, so watch out
If you’ve already shared a crossdresser success story I’d like to offer you the opportunity to share an encore with the readers of Crossdresser Heaven. You know the drill, send your real life crossdressing success story to me at email@example.com, include your femme name, a short story (500-750 words), and a picture if you’d like. We’ve had a lot of interest, so it may take a few weeks for your story to appear, but the sooner you send it in the sooner it’ll go live.
But you didn’t come hear to listen to me talk about crossdressing stories, you came here to read some! So without further ado…
Well, I guess you’ve already met her in her previous Crossdressing Success Story – It Started With A Halloween Party. I encourage you to read her first story, and then pop back for some more of Miriam’s Crossdressing triumphs!
Miriam’s Crossdressing Success Story
My first really big night. was in 1966. Wow, seems like so long ago. Even though I have been dressing for some years, I really never had the chance to really step out big. My big night came at a senior prom. A really close friend of mine who knew all about me asked me to go to his prom. This was really a challenge not just because of what I had to do to pull this off, but because it was a strange time for CD’s, not exactly being welcomed with open arms. The fact that he was gay was a very big secret, not as open as today even though we still have a long way to go. I decided to do it. For me passing was easy, because I had very fair features and no beard or body hair what so ever.
I decided to go with a long lilac off the shoulder flowing gown, with a thin silver belt as an accent. Finding high heel sandals was getting a little harder as size 11 was hard to come by. I was still a size 8-10 but, like everything else my feet were growing too. I found a store that had what I wanted in NYC. A very open shoe, 31/2″ heel with a single band over the toes and a slingback strap. I had them dyed the same lilac color as the dress and they and the dress were just awesome. My hair was long, being the 60’s so I had my hair done up in a french knot. The salon used a fall to make up the extra length I need for the hair style. I had crystal and silver earrings, a triple strand of white pearls and a rhinestone bracelet. My makeup was done in soft hues with a slightly darker red lipstick. My toes and finger nails were all done in hot pink. I carried a small handbag in silver. My 32 c breasts were held in place with a Playtex strapless pushup bra. I wore a Playtex short girdle to hide me. I had very good cleavage. I topped it all off with just a touch of Chanel #5. Off we went, boy was I excited.
We entered the hall holding hands so that we looked and acted like a couple fully prepared to run if found out. Running in heels for me was easy, because I’d been wearing them for more then 4 years. We held our breath and to our delight nobody thought I was anything except female. I got more then a few whistles, which made me feel really good and sexy. I spoke in a hushed voice, like having a small cold and was able to pull it off. We ate, danced, hugged and had a great time. I danced until my feet hurt. Using the ladies room was scary, but I did and remembered to face outward. I got great compliments from the girls. They loved that my shoes matched the dress and that I had lilac stockings as well. Boy if they only knew what was hidden under my dress. Thank goodness I’m not very large.
We stayed until it was over and then went home to get a change of clothes and then to a party at a friends home. I changed into a pair of blue jeans, a jersey knit top in blue and 2″ black pumps. No one ever found out that I was not a girl. It was a awesome evening, and one I’ll remember for ever. I never once felt like a boy that night I just felt like a girl. I still have that dress and shoes, even though they don’t fit any longer. Its not easy finding out who you are, but not living who you are is a greater sin. The boy I went with is a life long friend, we socialize together, and go out as a couple from time to time. I’m always Miriam and he is always David. Life long friends.
My motto, (Heels forever, flats never)