Ask Me Anything

In the past, I promoted a series of posts called “Ask Me Anything,” in which I answered questions submitted by readers of the blog. Although I am always willing to answer readers’ questions, I have not promoted that fact lately, so consider this an invitation to ask me anything again.

While I wait for your questions, here are three questions I answered in the past.

1. Do you dream that you are a woman or do you dream that you are crossdressed and wake up wishing you had dreamed you were a genetic woman instead or something else?

Up front, I want to state that I seldom remember my dreams.

That being said I used to have dreams that I was crossdressing. Sometimes I would complete the transformation, but usually my transformation would be interrupted and never completed.

Eventually, my dreams transitioned and now I dream that I am a woman. Crossdressing no longer plays a part. Once I even dreamed that I was breastfeeding!

2.  What type of “normal” activities do you do en femme?  For example, do you go to salons?  Get you nails done?  Anything else “girly”?

I have never gone to a nail salon mainly because it would be a waste of money since most of my en femme outings are single days or nights out. For those short outings, my pre-glued stick-on nails are more economical.

I have thought about getting my nails done for multi-day outings and since you brought it up, I made a promise to myself to get my nails done the next time I am out for an extended stay.

Shopping is probably my girliest activity. I love doing the malls, browsing the racks, trying on clothes, trying on shoes and putting outfits together.

I also enjoy getting makeovers. I seem to average one a year and I love having a cosmetics professional have their way with me as I relax and take it all in.

3. Were you naturally effeminate as a kid and ever called a sissy while going to school?

Yes, I was naturally effeminate as a kid. I know it was “natural” because at the time, I was not aware that I was effeminate.

I was not intentionally acting effeminate, I was acting as me, myself, and I, and as luck would have it, me, myself and I was very effeminate. So much so that my peers let me know it by calling me names like “sissy,” “twinky,” “fairy” and worse.

At my first summer job, which was in a very macho environment, my nickname was “Zelda” in honor of my feminine ways.

At another summer job working in the receiving department of a department store where I unpacked and sorted women’s clothing all day long, one of my co-workers suggested that it must be my dream job because I got first shot at all the new dresses and lingerie before it went on the floor for sale to the public. He even showed me a private backroom where I could try on the clothing that I might like to purchase.

At my high school graduation, some of the jocks asked aloud why I wasn’t wearing a gold-colored graduation cap and gown like the other girls.

In college, the guy in the dorm room next door said I could borrow his girlfriend’s bra that she left behind after one of their evening rendezvous.

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

I never changed my feminine ways even when I figured out what was going on. I knew how to fix the problem, but I rejected manning up and becoming macho because doing so was so incompatible with my nature.

On the other hand, dressing in woman’s clothing was a perfect fit. I already acted, moved and spoke like a woman, so the clothing just completed the picture.

Wearing Venus

Linda Zoe