Tuesday, November 5, 2013

I am not a liar

iamnotaliar “I am a woman. For this, I am called a liar.

“I know who I am, what I am. I am a woman, and that’s the truth.

“I don’t want “special treatment,” I just want to be respected as a human being, as deserving of dignity as anyone else. I want to be able to exist in the world without the core of my identity, something that I grappled with for more than a quarter century, being dismissed by someone who couldn’t possibly understand what it’s like. I want to be able to go to work without worrying about being fired for who I am. I want to be able to use the restroom without fear of being beaten or accused of having malicious intentions. Like everyone else, I want the world to see me for me.”

My friend Jan passed along this excellent piece by Parker Molloy titled  I’m A Transgender Woman, And This Is What It’s Like and I am passing it along to you.

 

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Source: eBay

Male femulating at the Colwyn Bay Astral Concert Party in the early 20th Century.

 

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Source: ideeli

Wearing Evan Picone.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Future Femulators of America

FFA Starla sent along 101 new finds in her quest for femulations in online high school yearbooks and I thank her for the effort, often under difficult circumstances (the website that hosts the yearbook does not always play nice).

Whenever Starla sends me a new batch, I view them all looking for the better femulations (see the photo above). In this latest batch, I noticed some of the girls wearing “Miss FFA” banners. Being a city boy, I did not know that FFA stood for Future Farmers of America until I looked it up. My first guess was that FFA stood for Future Femulators of America!

Anyway, the 101 new images from Starla are now in the Yearbooks collection on flickr and you may view them in two ways:

Method 1: Open one of the Yearbooks sets (A through Z) and you will find the newest uploads at the end/bottom of the set. (The oldest uploads appear at the beginning/top of the set.)

Method 2: Open this photostream and you will find the newest uploads at the top of page 1. The uploads get older as the page numbers get higher with the oldest uploads on the last page.

By the way, the contents of the Yearbook A through Z sets are organized according to school name, for example, the photos from Sacred Heart High School would be in the Yearbooks S set.

 

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Source: Femulate Archives

Haresfoot Club members femulating for the University of Wisconsin Madison
stage production of Call Me Madam in 1957.

 

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Source: Pink Tartan

Wearing Pink Tartan.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Working as a Woman

Source: Me Returning to work on Friday after working as a woman on Thursday was a non-issue.

One co-worker mentioned that there was a woman in my cubicle on Thursday and I retorted that I kicked her out of my cubicle. Ha ha!

Another co-worker commented that I was much taller dressed as a woman. When I explained that I was wearing 4-1/2-inch heels, he said maybe he should start wearing heels, too. (He is by far the shortest male at work.)

Also, I visited the lab technician who did not recognize me on Thursday and she remarked, "Good job."

***

Nice things I noted working as a woman on Thursday:

The ladies' room is much nicer than the men's room. It is cleaner and there is a pleasant air scent in the ladies' room that is lacking in the men's room.

The guys at work treated me as a lady. Do they see a woman and automatically act a certain way? For example, after lunch, I washed my dish and as I was returning to my cubicle, the dish slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. A young engineer saw me bending down, struggling in my heels trying to pick up the pieces and offered to help me. I gladly accepted his offer. Maybe I am wrong, but I doubt that I would have received the same offer if I was in boy mode.

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Annoying things I noted working as a woman on Thursday:

Typing at my computer keyboard and using the touch screen of my iPhone with long fingernails takes some getting used to.

Mysteriously, I ran one of my thigh highs. It was no big deal because the run was on the inner side of my leg and did not show, but it was annoying because I have no idea what caused it.

***

Putting in an 8-hour day working as a woman requires maintenance. Before I went out during my lunch hour, I visited the ladies' room to fix my hair and makeup and I did the same later in the afternoon.

Coincidentally, Daily Makeover's post yesterday was "How to Refresh Your Makeup in 3 Minutes or Less." I recommend reading it to all you working girls.

***

Last week, Apple released a new version of the iPhone operating system (iOs 7) and after I installed it, I thought that the quality of the Camera app photos had deteriorated.

I first noticed the problem at One Big Event last Saturday when photo after photo looked dark and a little blurry. I chalked it up to operator error and forgot about it until Thursday at work when my boss used my iPhone to take photos of me and they also came out dark and blurry.

When I returned to my desk, I researched the Internet to find out if this was a known anomaly and if there was a fix for it.

Here is a fix I found that seemed to take care of the problem: Go to Settings > General > Restrictions and make sure Allow: Camera is on.

Your mileage may vary, but that fix worked for me.


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Source: eBay
West Point cadets femulating on stage 100 years ago.

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Source: Victoria’s Secret
Wearing Victoria’s Secret.

Friday, November 1, 2013

The way it was meant to be

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About 1 AM Thursday, I decided to stop celebrating the Red Sox World Championship and get some beauty rest (can't get enough of that) because I planned to go to work en femme in the morning.

I woke up about 15 minutes before my alarm clock, got out of bed, fed the pets, shaved, showered and began doing my makeup. Putting on my face took about 30 minutes and putting on my clothes took about ten.

I wore my black Ellen Tracy dress with the sequins pattern at the neckline, nude thigh-high hosiery, "Love Fury" black patent platform pumps from Nine West, black Maskowsy bag and silver jewelry (Avon watch, Napier earrings and bracelet). It was about 40 degrees Fahrenheit outdoors, so I also wore my black DressBarn sweater coat (note to self: fix the loose button on the coat before you lose it).

I will mention my unmentionables because some people want to know: Victoria's Secret black lace brief panties and "Bombshell" bra, a waist cincher that is so old that the brand name tag is unreadable and I don't remember the brand, and a Bali Spanx-clone cami to smooth out my torso.

I fetched the newspapers and brought them in the house, which required walking up and down a 125-foot paved driveway in 4-1/2-inch heels while trying to negotiate the cracks and pivots in the pavement in semi-darkness. Who needs coffee to wake up! I completed the trip without incident.

I drove to work arriving at 7:50 AM. I drove standard transmission wearing my platform pumps with their 4-1/2-inch heels even though I had brought along a pair of sensible shoes just in case. I wore the platform pumps all day long and also drove home wearing them; my feet were none the worse at the end of the day.

Since my previous appearance at work en femme last Halloween, we have hired only one new person, our receptionist. When I pulled into the parking lot, she had just arrived and was getting out of her car. When she saw my car, she waved. There would be no fooling her, but she was very impressed with my femulation and admitted that if she had not seen my car, she would not have recognized me.

I unloaded my computer bag and handbag at my desk and went to the ladies' room to check my hair and makeup. All was well, so I walked down the hall to visit the head of my department. She thought I looked great and liked my new wig better than the one I wore last year. She took some photos and another employee took a photo of the two of us standing side-by-side.

My boss was wearing a very nice figure-hugging dress and joked about me wearing a dress,  too (she knows I am transgender). While she was talking to me, she adjusted her underwear, which made an audible snap as she did. Was she wearing Spanx and more importantly, was she so comfortable with me as just another female that she felt free to do that? In response, I adjusted my Spanx-clone cami and it made a similar snapping sound. She began laughing hysterically after I did that.

In my rush to get ready for work, I forgot to bring a yogurt from home which I normally eat as I work through my overnight e-mails. So I went to the cafeteria which my company shares with another company next door. I encountered a handful of young people from the other company and no one paid me any mind.

I had not been in that cafeteria in years and the cash register was not where it used to be, so I asked a young man where it was and he responded to me as if he was talking to a lady, not another guy, that is, he was very respectful and spoke as if he was helping a lady in distress. It was very nice.

The morning went by quickly. Various co-workers stopped by to see my costume. Gals and guys alike said I looked great. And some of them also wore costumes, but I was the only boy in girl costume.

The vice president of engineering came by and said he is always amazed by my transformation. "I don't know how you do it," he remarked.

The president of my division passed by and greeted me by my female nickname, Sandy, which my former boss had dubbed me last Halloween in honor of the hurricane.

Some other co-workers who I encountered during the day, just said "Good morning, Stan" and did not mention my costume.

My best friend at work, another diehard Red Sox fan, stopped by to celebrate our World Series victory and remarked that I looked "very pretty."

During my lunch hour, I drove to the dry cleaner to pick up my dress. The fellow who waited on me when I left the dress earlier in the week was not around and a young woman waited on me.  She asked me if I was picking up and I said I was picking up my dress.

She took my receipt, fetched the dress and I paid her. She was pleasant and I could not tell if she suspected anything about my gender.

Next stop was Stop & Shop to pick up some groceries. As I pushed my shopping cart into the store, a woman older than me gave me the once over. She had a husband in tow and I figure she was wondering how my outfit would look on him.

A few other women and a few guys also checked me out while I was shopping. No one smiled or smirked knowingly, so they were either impressed, seen it before or thought I was overdressed for Stop & Shop.

Actually, during lunch hour, there are always other women in the store dressed like me. There are corporate parks and medical offices nearby that are full of women dressed like me who buy groceries during lunch hour. In fact, I saw a young woman in very high heels wearing a flouncy skirted dress that I would die for. I was tempted to ask her where she bought the dress, but she was heading out the exit.

I did ask a middle-aged women where she bought the Red Sox World Championship sweatshirt she was wearing. She pointed out to me that it was an old shirt from the 2007 World Championship, not this year's, but that she hoped to get a new World Championship  shirt soon.

I finished shopping and found a cash register without a line. The cashier was a woman who I had cashed out with before. In the past when I cashed out in boy mode, she was cold, efficient and business-like. On Thursday when I cashed out in girl mode, she was as friendly as can be!

I returned to work, ate lunch, and noticed that the lack of sleep was starting to catch up with me. The afternoon went by slowly and ended with an interesting encounter.

One of our lab technicians walked by my cubicle slowly checking me out as she passed by. Then she turned around and did it again in the opposite direction. Obviously, someone had told her to find my cubicle and check me out. She then studied the name plate outside my cubicle and asked, "Are you Stan?"

I said, "Yes."

She looked confused. So I switched eyeglasses from my readers to the bifocals she was more likely to see me wearing.

She said, "I still don't recognize you!"

It was time to go home, but I did not want the day to end because this was the way it was meant to be.

 

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Source: Femulate Archives

Actors femulating in the 2013 stage production of Re-Designing Women.

 

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Source: Rent the Runway

Wearing Vivienne Westwood Anglomania (left) and Raoul (right).

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Lunch Date

By Michelle

Source: Michelle In August, I wrote “Boys’ Day Out” about a day watching motor racing during which I informed my “knows about my feminine side” friend that I had an ambition to go to Royal Ascot race meeting en femme. He said he would be willing to accompany me if I’d like him to.

Since that day, we have had regular e-mail conversations on various subjects (femulating did come up on occasions, too!) To my complete surprise, he also offered to have a “dry run” or two to build up to Ascot next June. Rhonda, when commenting on my original article, had suggested this might be a good idea, to see if could handle the situation.

After much planning, we eventually set a date to meet for lunch at a place which required an hour’s drive for each of us. I decided what to wear and changed my mind many times after that as the day got nearer. Unfortunately, about a week beforehand he e-mailed to say with much regret that he would have to work that day, so could we rearrange?

Very disappointed, I suggested an alternative and it was agreed we’d meet on October 22, a Tuesday when neither of us were working.

As the day drew near, I feared another postponement, but I needn’t have worried. After final confirmations, I set off from home on the day two hours before our rendezvous time. One hour for travelling, one hour for an in car transformation.

I arrived a few minutes early; my friend arrived pretty much on time. He’d never seen me dressed before, although he had seen “glammed up” photos ---his reaction as he saw me was as if I was my male self in jeans and tee shirt. As I remember, it was “Hello” and some comment about his journey. Should I take this as “I’m not impressed by what you’re wearing”, after all every femulator likes to be complimented or should I take it as “she wants this to be normal, I won’t seem surprised?”

After going out dressed for many years, I still expect the first person to see me to do a double take and stare, so when they don’t, I should no longer be surprised, but I still am. Anyway, of the two interpretations of his reaction, I decided to assume it was the latter.

We walked from the car park to the entrance of our lunch venue. My heart was pumping as we entered the front door. We were warmly greeted by the staff who didn’t react at all unusually to the 6’1” female who had wandered in from the rain, and again when ordering from the bar and being shown to our table, there was no expression of surprise.

Conversations with the staff over lunch were pleasant and “normal” for want of a better word as they were with my lunching partner. We talked about all types of topics, but this time femulating was not one of them. We could have been any man and woman meeting up for lunch and judging by the reaction of the other diners (or should I say lack of it) it would seem that they thought the same. If 30 years ago you had told me when I was only dressing when at home dreading an unexpected interruption, that I would do this one day I would have not believed it.  It was wonderful.

The tables gradually filled up until we were surrounded on all sides. I was still a little nervous and conscious of my too masculine voice, but there were no double takes or stares (not that I was of aware, anyway) and my confidence grew.

I left my escort to pay the bill (I had contributed, but wanted him to hand over the money) and walked through the bar to the ladies’ room before we left the restaurant – again no reaction at all from anybody. We said goodbye and thanked the staff and after a few photos in the car park, we drove to the nearby National Trust property where we browsed in the gift shop and took more photos.

On returning to the pub’s car park to pick up my car, aware that this lunch was in fact a more unusual experience for him than me, I asked, “How was that for you?”

The response was that he had enjoyed it. I asked was he still up for Ascot?

He said, “You’re still going for it are you?”

I said that if it possibly could be arranged I was.

“Yes, definitely,” he replied.  He could cope with the situation, after all! It was then, for the first time, that conversation turned to femulating. I explained that I was quiet over lunch because of my consciousness of my voice. He asked if I had I ever had any adverse comments (fortunately, so far I haven’t, although I have, of course, been “read” on occasions). He said he certainly hadn’t noticed any second looks in my direction. Good, neither had I.

In texts since our meeting, he made an unprompted comment saying “I looked great,” so my assumptions about his reaction on our first meeting were not far off.  Thank goodness for that!

One final thing, we have been best friends for over 40 years in a completely male buddy way, but as we said goodbye, as he held out his hand to shake mine, I leant across and kissed him on the cheek. I immediately regretted doing this, but it just seemed the right thing to do. As a woman at that moment I was thanking him for a nice two and a half hours or s, and that he had completely accepted me for what I am. I immediately apologized and wiped his cheek to remove any lipstick.

“Now THAT would take some explaining to my wife”, he said.

The whole event was a marvelous experience, mainly because it was so normal and uneventful. And, yes, I have a very good friend.

 

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Source: a Femulate reader

A Femulate reader (center) dressed as a flight attendant
with her friends at a recent Halloween party.

 

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Source: Brahmin

Wearing Brahmin.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Clean and Press

IMG_0923_cropped_web In boy mode, I went to the dry cleaners to drop off the dress I wore Saturday night. A guy about my age, maybe older waited on me.

"Can I help you?"

"I need this dress cleaned and pressed."

The cleaner picked up the dress, inspected it, then did the paperwork. As he handed me a receipt, he jokingly remarked, "I assume this is your wife's dress and not yours."

I was surprised by his remark and did not know what to say, so I just smiled.

The dress will be ready later this week. I think I will pick it up during my lunch hour on Halloween.

 

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Source: St. Trinian's 2

Actor Rupert Everett femulating on the 2009 British film St. Trinian’s 2.

 

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Source: Rent the Runway

Wearing Trina Turk (left) and Slate & Willow (right).

Monday, October 28, 2013

No Jelly Bellies For Me

I love Jelly Bellies, but another one will never cross my lips after reading this: Jelly Belly executive is funding an effort to repeal California's transgender student's rights law.

"If you care about protecting transgender students’ rights, you may have something to consider when stocking up on Halloween candy this year.

"As Karen Ocamb at Frontiers LA reports, according to recently disclosed records, the chair of the Jelly Belly Candy Company is a major contributor to the Privacy for All Students campaign, a California-based anti-transgender students’ rights initiative fronted by Proposition 8 architect Frank Schubert." (Source: Salon)

This Girl’s Saturday Night Out

Dressed to Impress Saturday night, I attended One Big Event at the Connecticut Convention Center in Hartford.

It was a dress-to-kill event and I did my best. I wore a figure-hugging, leg-baring Christian Siriano gold brocade cocktail dress that I accessorized with pearl jewelry and nude platform pumps. I wore false eyelashes, so it took me nearly an hour to do my makeup and hair, but I was out-the-door in my faux lynx fur coat at 5:30 PM to make the 22-mile trip up I-84 to Downtown Hartford.

I arrived at the Convention Center, an absolutely gorgeous venue at 6 PM just in time for the cocktail hour. After walking a short distance through the parking garage and into the Center, I took three escalator to the glass-enclosed top floor which provided a spectacular view of Hartford and beyond. Very classy!

I was pretty happy with the way I looked. My dress got rave reviews right from the get go. When I arrived at the reservation table to check in and get my table assignment, the drop-dead gorgeous woman handling my reservation said, “Your dress is gorgeous!”

And that’s the way it went throughout the night. I lost count how many women, strangers all, said that they loved my dress. I even got a “I love your dress” from a young man in attendance!

However, all was not well. I should know better than to break in new shoes at an event like One Big Event. By the end of the cocktail hour, my feet were killing me, so I was happy when the doors to the banquet hall opened and I could sit down at my table.

There was a full-house; about 500 people in attendance including the Mayor, the Lieutenant-Governor, and one of our US Senators, Richard Blumenthal. None of them sat at my table. Instead, I sat with friends I have known for years and two newbies: girls named Billie and Katie. Katie was with her spouse Scarlett Thompson, the makeup artist I met and dined with at Fantasia Fair last year.

I asked Scarlett if she went to Fantasia Fair this year and she said no. I replied, “I didn’t go this year either, so that’s why I didn’t see you there!”

She laughed and then I added, “I go every other year. If you go every year, it’s like going to the county fair every year - you see the same pigs!”

She laughed again and then asked half-seriously, “What are you inferring by that?”

We both laughed.

I had a good time talking and laughing with my friends. Dinner was excellent, the speeches boring and the fund-raising annoying especially in light of the cost of admission.

The band struck up around 9:30 PM and it seems that about half the people got up to dance and the other half exited the banquet room to go home or to go outside the banquet hall where they could continue schmoozing without competing with the loud music.

I hung back in the banquet hall for about a half hour, but no one asked me to dance. One woman checked me out so thoroughly that I thought I had a dance partner for life, or at least for the next song or two. But she moved on --- maybe she figured out I was a tranny and not the woman of her dreams. So I decided to go outside the hall to find my friends who had gone outside earlier.

I found them and hung out with them for about 45 minutes. I was tired and there was nowhere to sit and chat, so I decided to go home.

It was a great girl's night out. I made new friends and enjoyed catching up with my old friends. I dressed to impress and I think I achieved that goal. But next year, I think I will pass on One Big Event. It's like going to the county fair every year...

 

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Source: Femulate Archives

Actor Buster Keaton (left and right) in the 1921 American film The Play House.

 

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Source: Rent the Runway

Wearing Nha Khan.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Lou Reed RIP


Sad news: I just heard on the tube that Lou Reed passed away - age 71.

I recall finding his Transformer long-player in the racks at Caldors. Rumor was that Lou posed in drag for the photo on the back of the LP. It turned out that the rumor was false, but at the time, I did not know the truth and I stood in Caldors staring at the back of the LP for a long time taking in Lou's excellent femulation.

So long, Lou. I will miss you.

Last Night

I had a blast at One Big Event last night and I have some interesting tales to tell. As soon as I compose them, I will post them here. In the meantime, here is a selfie of me all dressed up and ready to go for my night out.


Also, a photo of two friends and I attending the event appeared on the Hartford Courant website today (number 16 in the slideshow).


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Source: www.malepatternboldness.com
 Peter Lappin of Male Pattern Boldness fame presenting as his cousin Cathy Lane.
(I just love her dress and fashion sense!)


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Source: Brahmin
 Wearing Brahmin.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Womanless Beauty Pageant Winner Wins Sex Change

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This just in from the Daily Mail Online:

“As the Brazilian contestants sashayed onto the stage in pink bikinis for a beauty pageant held in Rio de Janeiro’s João Caetano Theatre, their incredible figures drew a loud applause and cheers from a hyped up, excited audience. 

“The wolf-whistles and shouts of appreciation were not just for the models’ feminine curves; they are also for the breathtaking courage of the leggy, high cheeked sirens, who in flaunting their bodies made an unequivocal statement that they are proud to be transvestites and transsexuals. All were born as men.

“But that wasn't the most controversial aspect of Monday night's Miss Trans Brazil 2013 contest.

“For the first time, the organisers, the Transgender Association for the State of Rio de Janeiro (RIO ASTRA), offered the winner a transsexual operation from male to female in Thailand.”

Read the rest of the story here.

 

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Source: CBS

Actor Trent Dawson (right) femulates on television’s As the World Turns, 2009.

 

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Source: Rent the Runway

Wearing Cédric Charlier.