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| Wearing PromGirl |
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| Raven Ross and Rey Silva went to the prom in drag to celebrate Silva's passion for pop fashion icons and bring awareness about the fears that LGBT high school students often feel. |
Thursday, April 7, 2022
Someday Funnies: Proms are for boys, too!
Wednesday, April 6, 2022
2022 Transgender Lives Conference
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| At the 2019 Trans Lives Conference (when it was really “live”) |
The conference is geared towards social service providers, medical and legal professionals, transgender and non-binary gender diverse and gender non-conforming community members, as well as allies and supporters interested in learning about healthcare and legal issues that affect our communities.
To register for the conference go to the conference’s registration webpage. Registration is free, but $10 donations via PayPal are welcome.
Yours truly will be presenting at the conference (time slot to be determined). The topic of my presentation is “Confidence: A Crossdresser’s Best Friend.” It’s a topic I covered at previous conferences and it has always been a crowd pleaser.
I hope to see you there!
Update:
This just in: I will be presenting at at 10 AM EDT on Saturday, April 30.
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| Wearing Guilty of Glam |
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| Kyle De'Volle |
Tuesday, April 5, 2022
Monday, April 4, 2022
An Arrival from Venus
I am a sucker for houndstooth and I could not resist adding this A-line houndstooth dress to my wardrobe. The only issue was answering the universal question of girls who order clothing online: Will it fit?
Out of the package, I had my doubts, but the proof is in the putting on the dress. So I slipped out of my boy lingerie and slipped into my girl shapewear to find out.
The dress is figure-hugging above the waist, then flares out below the waist “to create a flirty A-line silhouette.” It is short, falling about mid-thigh, but when has a short hemline ever stopped me before! The dress does not suffer from the loose button syndrome and its sleeveless sleeves are not an issue as I have thin lady arms. So the dress is a keeper and I hung it in my closet to wear in the near future.
The question is when is the “near future?”
I am still doing physical therapy with six more sessions approved by my health insurance, but I am very close to being ready to go out en femme. I am not high heel ready, but flats will work and I would like to go out about the time of my last physical therapy session.
Who knows? By then I may be high heel ready, but heels or flats, I’m going out and weather permitting, this confection from Venus will be what I will wear.
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| Wearing Roberto Cavalli |
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| Femulating at Tuntenball |
Saturday, April 2, 2022
Friday, April 1, 2022
More Femulating Fun
I also guessed correctly that I would be one of the best dressed at the party, but what I did not expect was that it was no contest! I was WAY overdressed for the party. Most of the other reps wore slacks or jeans with tops and a minority wore skirts with tops. I was the only rep wearing a dress (see the accompanying photo).
As I arrived at the hotel, I saw how the other reps (on their way to the party) were dressed and I had a lot of trepidation attending the party myself the way I was dressed. I actually considered hightailing it out of there. But, as I contemplated my next move in the lobby of the hotel, my district manager greeted me and urged me to go into the party despite expressing my uneasiness about being overdressed.
I signed in at the registration table, received a gift, a raffle ticket and a name badge. I did not know what name (my real name or my femme name) to put on the badge, so I did not bother wearing it.
After registering, I looked for an empty chair and a friendly face. Everyone looked at me as I walked into the area where everyone was seated. From some of their facial expressions, I felt that they thought I was overdressed, too.
When I found an empty chair, I asked if it was taken and it was not, so I sat down. There were five reps at my table: one older, three about my age and one younger. They were all very pleasant and included me in their conversation.
Everyone I encountered throughout the evening was very friendly, as if I had known them for years. When I rose to get a drink or go to the powder room, I noticed people checking me out. And when I was in line for the buffet, I could not help noticing all the other folks in line checking me out closely. But I never heard a discouraging word and saw a lot of smiles directed at me.
At the end of the evening, I said goodbye to my district manager and she gave me a big hug. As we separated, I said that we had never met in person and I wanted to introduce myself. I said, “I am (my real name).”
She said, “I know.”
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| Wearing Bebe |
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| Wearing Bebe |
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| Professional femulator Billy “Koro” Halle, circa 1920 |
Thursday, March 31, 2022
A Very Successful Transgender Day of Visibility
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| Wearing Carla Ruiz |
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| Stanley Holloway femulating in the 1951 British film One Wild Oat. |
Wednesday, March 30, 2022
Saturday Night Lives
Last month at our house, Rosemary and my wife Karen discussed how men can be self-involved. As an example, Rosemary went on and on about how Bill spent a lot of time and money on photography.
Not to be outdone, Karen mentioned how I spent a lot of time and money on crossdressing.
I turned beet red with embarrassment. My crossdressing was a family secret. I was incredulous that Karen would let the cat out of the bag, but in the heat of the moment, she wanted to up Rosemary’s complaints about Bill.
“Who would have thought that about Stanley,” commented Rosemary.
“I’m shocked,” said Bill.
“Yes, ‘Stan the Man’ likes to become ‘Pearl the Girl’ about once a week,” added Karen.
“I'd like to meet her,” Bill said with a Cheshire Cat grin.
With a twinkle in her eye, Rosemary suggested, “Maybe Pearl can dine with us next month.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Karen replied.
“I can't wait!” Rosemary exclaimed. I did not say a word and the subject was dropped for other topics that I cannot recall because my head was spinning about what just happened.
On the way home, Karen apologized for telling Bill and Rosemary about Pearl.
“I accept your apology, but why did you go along with Rosie’s idea about Pearl showing up for dinner next month?”
“At first, I thought it would be too embarrassing for you, but Rosie and Bill were so enthusiastic that I thought, why not. Pearl is a beautiful woman and she deserves to go out and be seen.”
“I'll think about it,” was where I left it.
The month passed and I thought it was a dead issue.
Over breakfast on the morning of our next dinner with the Bill and Rosemary, Karen asked, “What is Pearl wearing tonight?”
I didn't see that coming.
“Stan was planning to go to dinner without Pearl tonight,” I replied.
“Rosie and Bill were expecting to see Pearl. In fact, I was expecting to see Pearl, too.”
“But...”
“You are going to disappoint everyone. Why don”t you stop being so self-centered and think about others for a change.”
Karen was angry... very angry. I felt guilty and started reconsidering. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Bill and Rosie already know and it might be fun to get out of the house en femme, as the “girls” say.
I finally relented, “I guess Pearl can make an appearance tonight.”
Karen's anger turned to elation, “Great! I'm so happy that she changed her mind.”
I completed my Saturday chores by mid-afternoon and began transforming myself into Pearl.
I disrobed and applied hair removal cream on my legs, arms, breasts and as far as I could reach on my back. While waiting for the cream to do its job, I applied a shaving gel to my face, neck and armpits, put a fresh blade in my razor and got in the shower.
As the water washed the depilated hair from my body, I shaved. Then I cleansed my whole body, rinsed and stepped out of the shower.
After drying myself, I rubbed moisturizer into my soft skin, then I slipped on a pair of black lace panties (the only kind I will wear) and sat at the vanity to do my makeup.
I used some concealer to hide the faint shadow of my beard, then applied foundation and powder. I did my eyes next. The eyeliner makes them stand out and a deft application of mascara and eyeshadow make them look smoky and mysterious. Some blush and muted lipstick followed.
Pearl is a blond and has a variety of hair styles at her disposal, so I had to decide which coiffure she would wear. I selected a short wispy layered cut with flipped ends and dark roots that add authenticity to the wig. I slipped the wig onto my head, straightened it and finger-styled it.
I removed my undies from the bureau and pulled on a high waist panty girdle, while tucking Willy and his friends out of sight. Next came the matching long line bra and silicone breast forms that went into its cups.
Sitting on the bed, I put my pink-polished toes into a pair of suntan control-top sandalfoot pantyhose and worked the sheer nylon up my legs and over my girdle.
I slipped a black sheath dress over my head being careful not to smudge my makeup on the fabric.
Then I asked my spouse, “Karen, would you please zip up my dress?”
“Yes, honey,” she answered. She stopped combing her hair to assist with my zipper.
“There you go,” she said when she finished zipping me up and closing the clasp just above the zipper.
“Thank-you, sweetheart.”
I completed my look with some tasteful jewelry: a silver watch on my slender wrist, silver heart clip-on earrings and my wedding band and engagement ring. Finally, I added a set of stick-on nails to my fingers.
I straightened out my dress and smoothed the hem, which fell about three inches above my knees, then slipped on a pair of four-inch black patent pumps. A spritz of perfume on my wrists and on the nape of my neck and I stand back to admire the finished product in our full-length mirror. Stan has left the building and Pearl was in his place!
I announced, “I'm ready,” using a feminized version of my voice.
“You certainly are, Miss Pearl! I'm almost ready, too. Can you return the favor?”
Karen had just slipped on her green belted sweater dress and was waiting for me to zip her up.
“Sure thing,” I said and I zipped up her dress.
“Check me out, honey, to make sure I look okay,” she asked.
She spun around with her arms posed akimbo so that I could see any flaws in her ensemble.
“You look perfect,” I said, “I am so lucky to be married to a drop dead gorgeous woman.”
Then I spun around with my arms posed akimbo so that she could see any flaws in my ensemble.
“Perfect... I am lucky to be married to a drop dead gorgeous woman, too,” she replied.
We air-kissed each other so as not to smudge our makeup, grabbed our purses and walked to the garage.
Karen drove because I had never driven wearing high heels. It was only a half-mile ride to the Lucas home and when we arrived, Karen parked the car on the street and we walked hand-in-hand to the front door.
Karen rang the bell and we soon heard the clicking of high heels approach the door from the inside. The door was opened by a beautiful woman, who I didn't recognize.
Karen said, “Hi, Bill. You look lovely.”
“Thank-you, but Bill’s not here. Please call me ‘Pamela.’ May I assume your beautiful girlfriend is Pearl?”
“You assumed correctly, Pamela.”
I was speechless. Pamela nee Bill looked fantastic. He was wearing a white jacquard mini-dress, off white metallic pantyhose and silver strappy 4-inch sandals. His shoulder-length chestnut hair was up and his makeup was perfect.
“You look fabulous,” I gushed.
“You, too, girlfriend. Let’s take some photos!”
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| Wearing Charo Ruiz |
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| Arthur Askey femulating in the 1940 British film Charley's Big-Hearted Aunt. |
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Monday, March 28, 2022
More Fun en femme
On Friday, I wrote about my Halloween visits to my hair salon and bank. Both visits left a lasting impressions, as I found out when I subsequently visited the salon and bank in boy mode.
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| Hair Salon Visit |
Thursday, I had an appointment for a haircut at the salon I visited en femme on Tuesday. My hairdresser, Miss K, was off on Tuesday, so after she seated me at her station, she said, “I'm sorry I missed you on Tuesday. The girls said you were beautiful.”
So I immediately retrieved my iPhone and showed her the photo that Miss C took on Tuesday (photo right)
She took my iPhone, examined the photo closely and remarked, “You look like a businesswoman.”
“That’s what I intended.”
“And you do look beautiful!”
“Thank-you.”
Back to the Bank
Later, I went to my bank to withdraw money to buy groceries.
My teller (Miss K) was the first woman I saw walking into the bank on Halloween. The other two women staffing the bank were not working when I visited the bank en femme. One (Miss C) is the teller I often deal with at the drive-through window. The other (Miss L) is the branch manager, who refinanced my mortgage. So they both know me well as a regular customer.
Miss K handled my withdrawal and then she brought up the topic of Halloween. She said my “costume” was the best she had ever seen. Then she asked me if I had a photo on my iPhone so she could show Miss C.
Of course I did and she called Miss C over to see my photo. Needless to say, she was floored. Then she asked Miss L if she had seen my Halloween costume photo.
Miss L replied, “No, but I heard about it.”
Evidently, my costume was the talk of the bank staff. (I dress to impress!)
I showed Miss L my photo and she was amazed, too.
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| Wearing Ann Taylor |
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| Professional femulating twin brothers Hilmar and Christian Dubois, circa 1967 |
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