This article concerns one of my days out and about, and becoming deeper entwined as my feminine self.
I have been having some problems with my bank accounts recently and had not been able to sort things out on the phone. Therefore, yesterday 28th of August 2024, I decided to go into town and make a visit to the bank.
I was up early to do some housework – dishes, laundry and the like. I do this so that everything is in nice order for when I return. Afterwards I showered and put my make-up on. Just my everyday style with nothing fancy. After breakfast, I dressed for the day in one of my new flare skirts, a black short-sleeved blouse with a black camisole underneath. I wore a black sports bra with matching underwear. The weather being a bit cooler, I wore lightweight black tights and a pair of my Chelsea boots. I decided on wearing my tiger’s head gold necklace as this goes well with that outfit. The tiger’s eyes are an emerald green. As is usually the case lately, I took my Adrienne Vittadini purse with the shoulder strap.
Once I was ready for the road, I was soon on my way. The drive is well over an hour, so by the time I arrived it was lunchtime. I went for lunch at my usual place, but today it was crowded. There was a large party on the side of the restaurant where I like to sit, so I asked for a small table by the window. Even though the restaurant was packed, I didn’t get any looks out of the ordinary. This is the case even if there aren’t many other customers in there. When I go in for lunch I am just Lynne, the lady who likes to read while she drinks her coffee.
A couple of years ago when I first started going in there in feminine mode, I was unsure which washroom to use. However I soon started using the women’s washroom, going in and out quickly when I knew there was no-one else in there. Sometimes another lady would be coming in as I was going out and at first I thought this would lead to negative comments or looks, but it never has. On one occasion I went in and, unbeknownst to me, there were several other ladies already in there, chatting merrily while they waited their turn. When I opened the door I must have looked uncertain. They looked to see who the newcomer was and one of them said, “Come in!” making a welcoming gesture. “You can come in,” she said reassuringly, the other ladies also smiling encouragingly. After that, everyone went back to their conversations and I was just one of the girls.
After lunch I left the restaurant and had a look around the thrift store, where I found a book I was looking for. The thrift store was also crowded as it was ten percent discount day. When I arrived at the bank I was a little early, so I had to wait in the small sitting area where I received nods of greeting, but again no out-of-the-ordinary looks.
This was the first time I had met the lady I speak to at the bank, so it was nice to meet her in person. She was very helpful with my accounts and we talked about a number of other subjects, one being the possibility of me getting a new debit card with my name ‘Lynne’. She made a few enquiries and said yes, and that it should arrive in about five days’ time. Before I left I asked if she could change my gender on my bank account to female. She said that she was sure that is how my account read, but would take a look and correct it if it said otherwise.
After my bank appointment, I walked around doing a bit of window-shopping and feeling more like Lynne than ever. I am known as Lynne, and female, at a lot of places now – including the banks, medical centre, pharmacy, physiotherapist and the business where I get my car serviced and tyres changed. So many businesses and places I frequent, that it would now be difficult to change it all back.
Do any of you other ladies wonder when we reach the point of no return?
Lynne
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I too have hit the point of no return. Letting my girl out has slowly brought me to this point. The problem now is having to put on the male act when I need to.
@robertaf
Hi Roberta,
I know what that can be like. It seems that the more feminine we become, the more feminine we want to become.
Lynne
If only I hadn’t felt so comfortable in femme mode. It just felt like I was finally home. It just feels so right to me. I’m getting to where I just don’t want to do anything if I don’t have the right clothes on.
In the beginning for all those years I felt like a imposter, trying to pose as female. The truth is I was always a female but imposing as a male. It was. Just required behavior in the family I grew up in.
Hi Roberta,
I think that that is true for a great many of us.
Lynne
@Lynne Eden Lynne I think it takes a lot of courage to get to the point of no return, but I think you’re much happier living as a woman and it seems like where you live there very accepting which is a very nice thing. I think a lot of us on this website would love to have the courage to live most of the time as a woman as our authentic self.
@jasminejeffries75
Hi Jasmine,
Sometimes it seems that we are compelled to follow our inner desires to be feminine.
The desire seems to become overwhelming and the more we follow that desire the more was want to follow it.
Lynne
Thank you for sharing your experiences with us. This is inspiring and encouraging.
@melissa70
Hi Melissa,
Thank you for your kind compliments. I am glad to hear you find my article to be both inspiring and encouraging.
Lynne
I love being Megan and I own almost all women’s clothes anymore.It just feels so much more natural.I have been kind of gaining weight and the more I put on the more feminine I feel.I know odd…🙄