Like many crossdressers, I dressed secretly for a lot of years, wearing my mom and sister’s clothes. On Halloween, 2017 I got brave and went to a local night club dressed as Elsa from “Frozen”. My makeup wasn’t good, but nobody cared; it was Halloween. Four months later, I decided it was time to visit “Just You boutique” in Vegas. I’d heard about it years ago while in college, but never had the time or money to make the trip.
I’d just gotten $1500 from the IRS and had four days off from work. It was time to go further on my journey. To those who don’t know, Just You Boutique is a place that specializes in male to female transformations. It’s located in Vegas and run by a beautiful full-figured redhead named Amy. For $500 you get a wig, an outfit you can keep, and a makeover. I called Amy a week ahead to schedule my appointment, telling her my sizes and hair color so she could have wigs and outfits lined up.
I arrived in town on Monday and spent the day visiting sites nearby, such as ghost towns and Hoover Dam. Later, I went dancing at Gilley’s. I couldn’t sleep that night because Tuesday was the day when I’d really let the woman inside me out of her cage. I arrived at 11 am for my appointment. It was a small, two-room shop, which consisted of Amy’s office and the dressing room. Amy instructed me to go into the dressing room, put on the bra, panties, nylons, and heels. I should select an outfit and let her see me in it.
I tried on several outfits and we agreed that the black and white mini dress was right for me. She did my makeup and used surgical tape to lift my cheeks and eyebrows. We tried several on wigs and selected the longish, high-lighted wig. Afterwards, she took several photos of me, and then hugged me.
When I stepped out onto that Vegas sidewalk, I felt alive. It felt so good to be out in broad daylight wearing a beautiful dress and able to feel the cold wind on my nylon clad thighs as I listened to sound of my heels clicking on the concrete. I got to my rental car and headed to Anaheim. The next day, I’d be going to Disneyland. As I made the five-hour drive, I kept looking in the rear view mirror. I was blown away by the reflection of a beautiful woman looking back at me. Amy had done a great job!
I practiced raising my voice a few pitches to sound more feminine; eventually I’d have to interact with people. My first contact was with the border guard at the California state line. He asked if I had any plants, and then said, “Have a nice day ma’am!” It felt so good to be called ma’am. I stopped at a Del Taco in a truck stop near Barstow. The girl behind the counter also called me ma’am. A truck driver asked where I was headed. I told him I was going to LA to meet a woman I met on a lesbian dating website. His eyes got big and he said “Oh, you’re a lesbian?” I nodded and he walked away looking disappointed.
When I got to Anaheim, I checked into the motel. Using my best feminine voice, I told the beautiful 20-something girls behind the desk that I had a reservation, giving them my name. When they asked for my ID, the cat was out of the bag. I handed them my male ID. They said how surprised they were and how beautiful I looked.
After dropping my luggage off in my room, I walked around Downtown Disney. I tried on dresses at some of the stores. Everybody addressed me as ma’am. Finally at 11 pm, I had to take the makeup and wig off. Sadly, this was the last time for several months before I’d get the chance to be made up again. The next day, I wore my panties under my male clothes to Disneyland. It was a fun trip though it was short. I now have my own makeup and the knowhow to better apply it. The next trip I take, I hope to spend the whole time as a woman!