Wearing Lot 78.
Not your father’s barber shop.
Please excuse the rather fuzzy out-of-focus photograph. I don’t have very many, as I have never really got the hang of taking a selfie. I took the photograph of my reflection in the bathroom mirror after returning from a party. Earlier in the day I had had my hair cut and styled by my regular stylist at my local hair salon.
This is my favorite photograph, as I believe it shows the real me. No wig, not much makeup and I see the real person I am, not the rather odd male I have to pretend to be most of the time.
My open invitation to post your favorite photo along with the story behind it and the reason it is your favorite photo still stands, so don't be shy, send me your fave foto
Wearing JB by Julie Brown.
Actor Ben Whishaw (center) playing Georgette in the 2012 film Cloud Atlas.
I was Googling something or other and encountered wikiHow's "How to Get Your Parents to Let You Wear Girls Clothes."
"If your [sic] a teen boy who likes to wear girls [sic] clothing or accessories (maybe both?) and have a hard time getting your parents to understand, read on and maybe this article can help."
Wow! I could have used that how-to when I was dressing as a very closeted girl back in the mid-1960s!
In the past, I have seen other topics related to femulating on wikiHow and I wondered what other related topics I could find. I discovered a treasure trove of useful ones and listed my findings below in two broad categories "social" and "technique."
By the way, one wikiHow that was missing and on my wikiHow suggestion list is "How to Get Your Wife to Let You Wear Women's Clothes!"
Not your father’s business suit.
Susan of Transitioning into Tomorrow fame suggested that "it would be interesting if you repost some of your older posts and then comment on them as Stana 2015. Has your life, appearance and/or thoughts changed since then?"
I like Susan's idea and since she suggested that I revisit my December 12, 2007 post, "Stuck At Home" as an example, that is what I am going to do.
Here is the original post:
My dear friend Diana often e-mails me to ask if I would like to go out en femme with her. I turn her down more often than I accept her invitation.
Diana is single and lives as a woman full-time. I am married and live as a woman part-time.
Most of the time, I am in male mode because my wife married a man and prefers me in boy mode. She dislikes it when I am in girl mode and to keep the peace, I agreed that I only do the girly thing on a limited basis.
I am in male mode most of the time also because my employer hired a man and might not be too happy if I showed up at work in a dress and heels on days that don't end the month of October.
When Diana wants to go out, she opens the door and she is out (lucky girl!). When I want to go out, it is more complicated. I need two hours at a minimum to transform from boy mode to girl mode. And if it is an evening outing, that means leaving work early to get ready.
Since there are a number of complications in my girl life, I have to pick and choose my en femme outings and as a result, I have to turn Diana down more often than I would like. I just hope she doesn't get tired of my rejections and stops asking!
Here is my 2015 take on that 2007 post:
The situation is basically the same with my wife. When I am with her either at home or away, I am in boy mode. However, when I am away without her, girl mode is always an option.
The situation at work has changed for the better since 2007. I came out to Human Resources, my manager, my supervisor and a few of my co-workers. Most were surprised, but my supervisor having witnessed most of my Halloween office girl "costumes" said she was not surprised. The powers that be at work have encouraged me to dress appropriately for my transgender, but I have not taken them up on that yet because I have hesitated talking to my wife about it.
Regarding my need for "two hours at a minimum to transform from boy mode to girl mode," that has also changed for the better. I can usually get ready in an hour more or less assuming that I have maintained a hairless status for my body parts that show.
And my appearance has changed for the better. I am definitely more expert at makeup application and I believe that my fashion sense has improved a little, too. (By the way, the accompanying selfie was taken a few days before I wrote that 2007 post.)
Finally, Diana is a very good friend and still asks me to join her on en femme outings despite my many rejections.
Wearing Valentino.
Not your father’s men’s club meeting.
I was very surprised by the response to Saturday's post asking if any readers had participated in a civilian womanless beauty pageant, fashion show, wedding or other event. I did not post anything new on Sunday and Saturday so as not to take attention away from my Saturday post hoping that it would draw more responses from readers who were womanless veterans. Yet, I only received two responses! Insearchofme participated in an adult prom fundraiser. She "was all girly, loved it. Raised some money and had a great time." Lisa was a veteran of something similar to a womanless event. When she was about 8-years-old, she attended a day camp that presented the musical Oklahoma. She was one of the chorus of boys made up like girls that sang I'm Just A Girl Who Can't Say No. "Don't know how I looked, but it felt great and started me on this long road..." Personally, I have been in three womanless fashion shows, but all three were under the auspices of a transgender organization. I never participated in a womanless event sponsored by a civilian organization, but I would have jumped at the opportunity if one ever came my way. And I would still do so today. | Liz Winters interviews Stana during the Fantasia Fair Fashion Show in 2008. |
Wearing Rebecca Taylor.
Three femulators from the 1935 Philadelphia Mummers Parade.
On Saturdays, I am a housewife in boy mode. I do the laundry, dust and vacuum and go grocery shopping. This past Saturday, shopping for groceries was more interesting than usual.
After I filled my shopping cart at my favorite grocery store, I headed for the cashiers and got in the shortest line. While I unloaded my cart, I noted that my cashier was new. (I have been shopping at this store for over a year and recognize most of the personnel who work there, so I usually recognize any personnel who are new.)
Initially, I thought the cashier was a 20-something male. He was a large person, over 6 feet tall and 200 pounds. He had a short unisex hairdo and wore an oversized top that hid any gender clues that might have caused me to think he was female.
After I finished unloading my shopping cart, I was able to pay more attention to the cashier. I noted then that he was wearing more bling than you typically see on a cashier, male or female: large glittery silver earrings and a matching silver necklace. Then I noticed that his eyebrows were plucked and shaped into thin arches. And finally I saw his name tag which read "Chrissy."
Now I was sure that my cashier was not a male. But due to my initial impression that she was male, I thought she could be a transwoman. When she finally spoke, I was convinced she was trans. Her voice was feminine, but still had masculine traits that gave away her birth gender.
I could be wrong, but having gone around the transgender block a few times, my trans radar is pretty good and I am sure she is a transwoman. Of course, I said nothing to her about my thoughts, but I hope to see her again next Saturday.
Street style during New York Fashion Week, February 2015.
Central Mississippi Medical Center’s womanless beauty pageant contestant.
Sunday, I flipped the night away between the Grammy Awards on CBS and the Saturday Night Live Rewind on VHF1 Classic.
Old lady that I am, I don't care for most of the music presented during the Grammy Awards and I watch the program mostly to see what the girls are wearing.
Wearing Versace
Florin Ristei femulates singer Elena Gheorghe on Romanian television’s
Te Cunosc DE Undeva! (Your Face Sounds Familiar!).