See You Later

This will be my last original post until after I return home from my Monday surgery. At a minimum, I will be staying overnight at the hospital Monday night and if all goes well, I will return home on Tuesday.

The hospital said that I could bring my iPhone and charger, but I decided not to (two less things to worry about). SoI will not have Internet access until I return home and as a result, your emails and comments will go unanswered until then.

The blog will continue during my “absence” with some Someday Funnies and original columns that a couple of readers generously created to help me while I recover. 

And so it goes.

Source: Rue La La

Claude Brosset femulating in the French film Le corps de mon ennemi (Body of My Enemy).

Someday Funnies: He’s Special

Wearing Cynthia Rowley

 

Bowen Yang femulating Congressman George Santos on television’s Saturday Night Live.

That Could Have Been Me!

I have been accused of being a pedophile when I post photos of young femulators participating in womanless beauty pageants. If that makes me a pedophile, then the civilians who posted the pageant photos originally are guilty, too.

I assure you I am not a pedophile. But I do enjoy viewing photos of young womanless beauty pageant contestants because it reminds me of what I missed as a young femulator. That could have been me!

But growing up, there were no womanless events in my neck of the woods. The only opportunities I had to crossdress among the civilians was on Halloween. And in my “youth,” I only selected the crossdressing option once and by then the bloom was off the rose. I was already in college and at the end of my teen years. And no one helped me with my costume – not like today’s pageant contestants, who have their mothers and sisters fine-tuning their feminine presentation.

If I had asked for help, I like to think that my mother would have lent a hand. After all, one time she willingly made my face up as a girl when she misunderstood my desire to do my face up as a clown. She might have even provided me with proper women’s underwear (bra and girdle) rather than the boy’s underwear I wore my first time out.

But I missed the boat, so all I can do is admire my young fellow femulators. 

Wearing Stella McCartney

Garry Moore and Durward Kirby femulating on television’s The Garry Moore Show, circa 1960.

Someday Funnies: His/Her Crowning Glory

Wearing Hutch

Danny Schiller (right) femulating in the 1987 British film Personal Services.

Please Sign This Petition

Please Sign This Petition

Shawna Wegner, the mother of two transgender sons asked me to ask you to sign her petition to stop Arkansas House Bill 1156 which would require students to use the bathroom of the gender on their birth certificate. Any school that does not follow this law will be punished with a decrease in government funding. 

Click here to visit the Change.org webpage where you can sign the petition.

Trans Library Collections

Katherine wrote:

As an elderly (80’s) member of the community, I need to donate or discard trans/femulate related books and magazines. Do you or any readers know where they could be donated to instead of shredded and discarded?

I replied:

There are a number of college/university libraries collecting trans literature. I Googled the topic and Google returned the following: 

🔎 libraries of transgender collections - Google Searchgoogle.com

Depending on where you live, you might want to select the library closest to you to facilitate shipment of what you have.

Wearing Ann Taylor (a verified Stana purchase)

Monsieur Pol Simon, professional femulator, circa 1904

Someday Funnies: NFL Retirees

Wearing M.M. Lafleur

Stig Järrel femulating in the 1946 Swedish film Fram for lilla Marta eller Pa livets odesvagar.

Someday Funnies: Revenge at the Junior Prom

Wearing Bardot dress and Gucci bag

Vesna Prague, Emulator

Friday Foundations

On Wednesday, I wrote about acquiring wigs and a dress during the Jurassic period of my crossdressing life. Acquiring foundation garments during that period was even more fraughtful.

The first bra I ever purchased was acquired at the same time I acquired a wig at Frederick’s of Hollywood. I recall not being fitted for the bra – I assume that the saleslady was not concerned that it fit correctly since I was only going to wear it as part of a Halloween costume. I do recall the cheap pair of foam inserts that she sold me to fill out the bra. I tried to resist, but she was insistent that I needed them

My first girdle purchase (actually an all-in-one) was more interesting. I was working in Kingston, New York, and visited an old-school lingerie shop in boy mode to get fitted for an all-in-one.

I found the store in the Yellow Pages and I checked it out one evening after work. It was located in downtown Kingston, not in a strip mall or shopping plaza, and it looked tiny and inconspicuous… the antithesis of Victoria’s Secret.

For days, I thought about the store and finally gathered up the courage to visit it during a lunch hour. I drove to the store, parked on the street and sat in my car waiting for minimum pedestrian traffic to avoid anyone seeing me entering the store. When all was clear, I exited my car and entered the store as quickly as possible.

A middle-aged lady greeted me. She probably had seen it all, so when I mentioned I needed some foundation garments for my Halloween costume, I don't know if she believed me. And when I suggested that I might need an “all-in-one,” that probably tipped my hand immediately – how many guys knew what’s an "all-in-one?"

Nevertheless, she was very helpful and after measuring me up, she handed me two heavy-duty all-in-ones to try on and said, “Take these to the dressing room, try them on and call me so I can see if they fit properly.’

I did not expect such a hands-on sale, but was glad to have it. I went to the dressing room, quickly stripped down to my briefs and zipped myself into the first all-in-one, but it did nothing for me. However, the second one did wonders and I summoned the proprietor to examine me wearing the second all-in-one.

“Wow, that was quick,” she remarked. I assumed that her other male customers were not as fast as I when trying on their “first” foundation garment.

She checked me out and gushed about my great girlish figure. I tipped my hand again when my face turned beet red in embarrassment. I could not pay for my purchase fast enough and get out Dodge.

By the way, I loved that all-in-one. It was constructed with spring-like metal stays and it gave me a figure like no other. It was my go-to foundation garment for years. I wish I could find one like it today!  

For Your Entertainment 

With my mobility limited by my bad knee, I have spent a lot of time sitting on my dupa lately browsing the Internet discovering items of interest related (or not) to my life as a femulator. Here are two of my latest findings.

“What dressing up with my Mom looks like::” is a short TikTok video that I think you will enjoy. Be sure to check out the creator’s other videos – she is amazing. (Ah... to be young again!)

“The Who Beatles Medley 82” has The Who of 1982 play two iconic Beatles’ hits. 

Rock on!

Wearing Bebe

Keith Moon, femulator and drummer extraordinaire

U.S. Congressman George Santos also known as Kitara Ravache 

Someday Funnies: The Gibson Gurls

Wearing Paige

Mr. Gayle Powers, professional femulator

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