Liar, Liar, Your Panty Girdle’s on Fire

Frederick’s of Hollywood Wig
October 1976

Trying to recall my early days acquiring stuff for my femulations, I remembered the following adventures.

To acquire stuff in the early days, I used two excuses (lies): 

• To put together a Halloween costume 
• To put together a costume to play the “aunt” in Charley’s Aunt. 

The first excuse was not always a lie because some of the time my purchases (usually wigs) were actually used for a Halloween costume. 

The second excuse is embarrassing and I only used it once: to purchase a dress in a plus-size women’s store. The store was a family-run business, not a chain like Lane Bryant, and when I showed up one evening to buy a dress, the store was staffed by the owner, a kindly middle-aged woman, and her daughter. They were very helpful trying to find a dress for my appearance in a local community college’s production of Charley’s Aunt. 

I don’t know if they bought my story. Running a plus-size women’s apparel store, I am sure I was not the first crossdresser they ever saw. Believing my lie or not, they gave no indication that they suspected anything was amiss and I went home with a pretty new acquisition to my wardrobe.

I used the Halloween costume excuse for the first two wigs I purchased, one at Frederick’s of Hollywood and another at an out-of-town wig store, where the two young women staffing the store were very enthusiastic about my costume and convinced me that I had to buy a blond wig.

There was a wig store in town where I made many subsequent purchases, the first time using the Halloween excuse. This was a high-end wig store, so I concluded that the proprietor was no fool believing my story that I was buying an expensive wig for a one-time Halloween costume. Not to mention that like the plus-size apparel store owner, she probably had a few crossdressing customers, too. So when I made all my later wig purchases, I jettisoned the excuses and admitted that I was buying the wig for personal use. (The truth did not faze her in the least.)

After that, whenever I acquired stuff, I admitted that whatever I was buying was for my personal use, which occasionally resulted in visiting a women’s apparel store changing room in boy mode.

And so it goes.

Wearing Bebe

   

Someday Funnies: Son and Pop Shop

Wearing Venus (a verified Stana purchase)

Femulating in the 1960’s

That’s Not Me

Vladimir Luxuria

My heroines were transpeople who lived full time or part time as women and more importantly, did not hide their male roots, for example, people like Paul Whitehead, Grayson Perry, Miqqi Gilbert, Vladimir Luxuria and Eddie Izzard among others. Most (all?) are no-surgery, no-hormone transpeople and are legally male (just like me).

They were my heroines because I thought it was very gutsy to be a male who was so open about his crossdressing. Closeted like I was, I could not imagine freely admitting to the civilian population that I was a male who crossdressed. But I always hoped that I could be like my heroines some day.

Revisiting my heroines, I realize now that I am like my heroines, that is, I live as a woman part time and don’t hide my male roots. I achieved heroine status and did not know it! And now that I achieved heroine status, I don’t think it is such a big deal.

The word “heroine” seems to be too strong a word for what I am. A heroine is “a woman admired or idealized for her courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.” That’s not me. 

Some say that some of the things I have done are courageous. But I never felt I needed courage to do what I did. I was just trying to live my life in a way that was fitting for me (and damn the torpedoes).

Wearing LoveShackFancy

Artyom Suchkov, Roman Popov and Dmitriy Vlaskin femulating in the 2019 Russian film Girls Are Different. You can view the film on YouTube.

Someday Funnies: First Time – About Time

Wearing Valentino

Bud Flanagan femulating in the 1946 film Here Comes the Sun.

Someday Funnies: Shrinkage

Wearing New York & Company

Femulators partying in Brooklyn, New York, circa 1929.

Nobody Cares What You Wear

The comments received in response to Wednesday’s post, “I Love What You’re Wearing, ‘Sir,’” indicates that there is more tolerance for more feminine coloring and style for a man to wear these days.

I am still old school in a lot of ways and believe that if you wear something feminine, you are taking a chance, so don’t be surprised if someone calls you on it. (Yet my experiences wearing feminine items does not support my beliefs, so go figure.)

Anyway it seems that no one is calling anyone on anything, which is a good thing with regards to the situation that girls like us find ourselves. But that throws a monkey wrench into our beliefs that we are passing. Passing may actually be a matter of nobody caring.

If that’s the case, we can dress to our feminine heart’s content out among the civilians and get away with it. I wouldn’t recommend wearing an evening gown to go shopping at Walmart, but a denim miniskirt and crop top will probably work. Although if you go the Walmart evening gown route, you can always say that you were on your way to the opera and decided to pick up a few things.

While on the subject of blending and not blending in, you may recall a few years ago when I had a free dinner date courtesy of Prudential Financial. Stanley was invited and she attended dressed appropriately for a woman her age.

At the banquet hall, each attendee was assigned to a specific table and each table had a Prudential representative seated with the guests. The rep introduced himself and was available to field questions, if any. It was all very laid-back and there was no high pressure sales.

A week later, I received a call on my iPhone. I did not recognize the number, so I did not answer it. I received a second call from the same number a week later and another on Friday.

Over the weekend, I finally noticed that there were two voicemails left after the last two calls. I listened to the voicemails and they were from the Prudential rep seated at our table offering his financial services if I was interested.

He did mention in passing that either I was a no-show at the dinner or I ended up sitting at the wrong table!

Ha!

There were three couples and two solos (me and a guy) seated at our table. Perhaps the rep thought I was with the wife or girlfriend of the solo guy even though we were not seated together. I also assume he was looking for a male Stanley at his table, not the lady Stanley, who was present.

I guess I blend in better than I thought. 

Wearing Boston Proper

Bathing beauty Brandi

Someday Funnies: Not Kissin’ Cousins

Wearing Alice + Olivia

Dave Lynn, British professional femulator

I Love What You’re Wearing, “Sir”

Jasmine wrote, “A topic I would like you to explore with your readers is whether or not when not totally en femme, if they still wear feminine clothing that while not gender neutral, is something that is ambiguous enough to not potentially out themselves to others. I ask because of something that has happened twice to me that probably did out me! 

“The first time, I had on a pair of sandals that were mostly like male sandals, but were embellished on the top, which may have made them feminine enough for the comment I received. I was in Florida staying at an Airbnb and the lady whose home I was at commented in the first few minutes after my arrival about how much she loved my sandals. 

“Along the same lines, I was in male mode at a meeting, but had on female dress shoes that look like they could be for men, although they are a little bit more narrow in the design than men’s shoes and are gray in color. The comment I received may have happened because the brand was Esprit. I was told by a woman prior to the meeting that she really loved my shoes. 

“To me, both of these comments are a nice way of saying they know that I am wearing women’s footwear. Having said that, the comments are welcomed because it is no different than two women having a conversation about fashion and I love it when this happens.”

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Personally, I wear panties all the time, but there is no visible panty line, so I get away with it! But seriously, I have worn women’s sweaters, tunics, hoodies, jeans, slacks, shorts, socks and sneakers in boy mode, and nobody ever commented about it. However, a manly shirt that I wore may have confirmed my transness.

When I was still gainfully employed, our division’s HR rep seemed to be friendly with some co-workers, but she was always aloof with me. Whenever I encountered her and said, “Hello Amanda,” she rarely said, “Hello Stan.” Usually just a cold “Hello” and sometimes not even that.

Things changed dramatically after I came out to corporate HR. I assumed our corporate HR Director informed Amanda about my transness because after coming out, Amanda became downright friendly and she never missed calling me by my name when we exchange Hello’s.

So one day I wore a shirt that had a blue floral print. I bought it in the men’s department of Walmart, so I knew it was a man’s shirt. However, there is no doubting its floral design. Some guys might shun such a shirt as being too feminine or at least, too diverse.

Anyway, I ran into our local HR rep while wearing that shirt and said, “Hello Amanda.”

She replied, “Hello Stan” and then she added, “Nice shirt, by the way.”

I was very surprised by her compliment and thanked her for it.

Anyway, Jasmine and I would like to hear about your experiences wearing girl garments in boy mode. So comment below and tell all.

Wearing Nana Jacqueline

David Tennant femulating on the British stage in What the Butler Saw.

Someday Funnies: Too Manly!

Wearing Elisabetta Franchi

British professional femulator Jimmy Slater, circa 1935

Starting Over Again

I am scheduled to have knee replacement surgery on January 30. At the present time, my bad knee is swollen and arthritic. When I walk, it is not pretty. Getting up from a seat is difficult and climbing down stairs is challenging. The surgery can’t come too soon.

I have relatives who had the surgery and listening to their experiences, I concluded that maybe I will approach normality in six months. So it will be awhile before I will be sashaying around town in high heels (or even kitten heels).

We are a one-car family and I worry how this all will affect my ability to drive my Subaru with its manual transmission (as luck would have it, my bad knee happens to be on my clutch leg).

Recovery will probably affect the daily schedule of this blog, too. I’m not too concerned about missing a few daily posts, but I just want to forewarn you readers so that you will not worry when I am a no-show.

On the other hand, I hope that after I heal, it will be a new beginning for me. That I will be able to get out more. Do more outreach. Volunteer. And just enjoy my life as a woman.

The New Beginnings image above was originally an email fashion ad from Joie that screamed to be Photoshopped (face swapped) as you see above. 

Wearing Oscar De La Renta

Before becoming Dame Hilda Bracket of Hinge and Bracket fame, Brit Patrick Fyffe was a professional femulator named Perri St Claire.

Someday Funnies: Wig Out

Wearing DKNY dress, Christian Louboutin shoes and vintage Chanel bag

Patrick Fyffe and George Logan femulating as Dame Hilda Bracket and Dr. Evadne Hinge on stage, television and radio as the en femme British comedy team Hinge and Bracket.