The Gift

By Paula Gaikowski (paula.gaikowski@gmail.com)

This Christmas season, I’m excited to share a special story with you. “The Gift” is a tale about a young boy named Paul, who finds himself trapped in a small-town theater during a blizzard. As he explores the stage, he discovers a magical dress that sparks a transformative journey.

Inspired by the classic tale of Ebenezer Scrooge, Paul is visited by a series of extraordinary figures from history: Chevalier d'Éon, Christine Jorgensen and Marsha P. Johnson. Through these encounters, Paul begins to understand himself and the world around him in a new light.

I hope this story brings you joy, wonder and a deeper understanding of the power of self-discovery.

Click here to read “The Gift.”

Please share your impressions with me!

Happy Holidays!

Love, Paula G

Wearing Venus

Bogdan Kibalyuk femulating in the Russian television series Policeman from YouTube (Politseyskiy s YouTyuba).

The Power of Heels!

By Norah Blucher

Many times I have heard comments about women being “powerful” in heels or at least, feeling that way or the perception of it. 

“Is that true?” I thought. I surely do like heeled footwear; they throw me into a more feminine gait, make my legs look longer and just make me feel more feminine all around, but I never thought I felt “powerful” in them, until the other day.

The World Gone Mad

I was just recently on a bit of an extended trip for work. When I had some free time here and there, I ate, did some shopping or looked about wherever I was at. All en homme though. Being the holiday season, things are just crazy everywhere. People rushing about, crowds, long lines, the usual nonsense we see every December. When I worked retail, everyone wanted a bloody Furby. I’ve no idea what they want now.

At times it felt I was taking my life in my hands going out. No one stops when you go to cross the street; motorists seemingly try to run you over in a parking lot if they see an open spot near you. And pulling out onto a road, forget it. No one wants to let you out and you seemingly wait forever. Watch out for doors too, as some will let it slam you in the face as they act as though you are not even there! I get it that it is a busy and right stressful time of year, so I don’t think ill of people, but still.

I am venting just a bit though. Someone eventually lets you pull out, some motorists do let you cross the street and a dwindling number of kind souls will hold a door open. It just seems though that common courtesy is lacking for many as they navigate the world in their own bubble.

I was quite knackered at the end of this trip, but just had a long drive with no scheduled stops my last day, so I still resolved to travel home en femme. Along the way I planned to eat lunch with a friend and then go to one of those areas where there are strip malls with a lot of street crossing and driving around. So upon arrival, I held my breath as I exited the car, fully ready to test my agility dodging cars in heels.

Change Your Shoes and the World Changes with You

I’m not sure what happened. Perhaps I was getting a high off my perfume or maybe I was still in my hotel dreaming. Maybe I’m just more content as Norah and see the world more positively. Whatever the case was, the world suddenly changed.

I needed only to step to the curb and traffic stopped! Pulling onto a road, other cars would hold up and wave the blonde lady to pull out! Not just men either, as often happens, but women as well. I was finding them much more willing to cut a break for another female vs. a male.

The icing on the cake was when I pulled into a filling station. Parking next to a pump, I exited the car and began to walk toward the store about 20 feet away, when a chap who was about to leave suddenly stopped. He actually waited for me to cross the parking area and then held the door for me, waving me in with a smile!

Just for the record, I was not out dressed to the nines or looking particularly glamorous by any means. I wore a cowl neck sweater dress/tunic type thing that could be either or. If I was 10 or 20 years younger, I’d wear it with stockings as a Stana short dress. Now I paired it with thick fleece-lined legging and it was actually covering more than the oversize tunic sweaters I typically see many other women wear and I topped it all off with my hooded coat. Right comfortable for traveling, but hardly the height of fashion and I thought I looked very “holiday housewifey.” I did have on my heeled ankle boots though – was it the heels?

The Whole Package

The jury is still out for me, but in the end, I think heels are just a piece of the puzzle. There is certainly a visual appeal for sure, but I think it goes further and projects an air of confidence that does not go unnoticed. Perhaps, it sparks even some admiration, as I know many a GG who will not wear heels thinking them uncomfortable or who outright admit they cannot walk in them without killing themselves. LOL. And let’s face it, no one wearing heels is exactly practicing to be an assassin or ninja. The sharp click of a stiletto or the clop of a heeled boot is an auditory strobe light announcing “here I am” every step of the way. There certainly is a power in this.

I suppose if we wanted, we could achieve the same effect en homme. If we wore a three-piece Italian suit and walked around with our chests puffed out like a Mafioso bloke who owned the town, we would command attention as well, but it would be different. More a fear we might deck someone or provide cement shoes for the next person who looked at us cross-eyed or something. Not exactly the lady like image we desire.

The femme version is a more refined power for sure. Confidence entwined with grace and wrapped in a bow of mystery. Who is she? You can go more miles in a pair of sneakers, but what is the point of going far if you did not enjoy the journey now? Or look smashing as well! That, and you may just get run over in a pair of tennis shoes. Heels definitely make crosswalks much safer. LOL.

So loves, if you have a great story in heels, please share below or e-mail me at nblucher at-sign proton dot me.

Gynecomastia

Gynecomastia, the development of breast tissue in males, can be advantageous for male-to-female crossdressers as it provides a more natural and feminine appearance. This can enhance their confidence and comfort in presenting as female, reducing the need for external padding or prosthetics.

It also allows for a more seamless and authentic look, which can be particularly important for those who crossdress regularly or are transitioning. Embracing gynecomastia can help individuals feel more aligned with their gender identity and improve their overall sense of well-being.

I love the fact that my natural breasts fill a B cup. Even though many big girls like me are more generously endowed, I am happy with my modest-sized breasts because they are really me. On the other hand, my dupa is flat and for awhile now, I have been wearing padding to inflate my flat.

And so it goes.

Wearing Venus

Boys can help Santa, too!

Stuff: Too Fat for My Skinny Jeans

By J.J. Atwell

Do You Like Skinny Jeans?

I find women’s skinny jeans to be a handy item of clothing when looking for something quick and easy to wear. I initially bought a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt Amanda jeans in size 12. They were comfortable and did a good job of disguising my hip/bum padding. Then I lost some weight and went down to a size 10. I felt great! With further effort I actually got down to a size 8. 

But….

Yes, you know there is a but coming. I haven’t been very careful with my diet and exercise lately. The other night I was getting dressed to go to a group meeting and wanted to wear my black skinny jeans. They would have been the right, casual vibe for the venue. Well, once I had my shapewear on and tugged on the jeans, you guessed it, I couldn’t get them zipped. Frustrating. 

Of course I didn’t keep the larger sizes, so I had to do a quick adjustment to some loose, light weight black slacks. That at least kept the outfit cohesive. But it serves as a good illustration of how different clothing sizes and fit are for men and women. 

Women’s Clothing Is Body-Conscious

I think we all know that women’s clothing is designed to flatter and show off our curves. Unless you buy clothes that are cut loosely, the difference between two sizes can be small. That means that a small change in weight can quickly put you in the next size. I bet that’s why some women have what they call “fat clothes.” They can wear them when their weight goes up and down. I guess I’ll have to do the same thing. Or I can go back to being serious about watching my diet and getting exercise. What do you think? Do you have “fat” clothes? 

I’ll Be Back

Hopefully, as a slimmer version of myself. I welcome comments and suggestions here on Stana’s page or by email at Jenn6nov at-sign gmail dot com. 

Wearing Shein

Veit Alex

Someday Funnies

Someday Funnies

That's What She Said

Wearing Audray

 

Jonathan Deves, brother of controversial anti-trans Liberal candidate Katherine Deves, partied in a pink bikini and a blonde wig through the streets of Sydney.

My Neighborhood

One thing leads to another on the Internet and I unintentionally came upon a website called Neighborhood Scout that provides “Custom Analytics to Invest, Appraise, or Finance Real Estate.” Naturally, I had to see what the website had to say about my neighborhood.

Most of what the report stated did not surprise me – stuff I already knew or suspected, but two items in the report surprised me.

According to the report, my neighborhood is “pretty special linguistically. Significantly, 9.5% of its residents five years old and above primarily speak Polish at home. While this may seem like a small percentage, it is higher than 97.9% of the neighborhoods in America.”

Since I am of Polish descent, this surprised me and struck home. Even though I was born and raised in the USA, my first language was Polish. I did not learn English until my parents brought home a television.

The other item of interest was that my neighborhood “has the amazing distinction of housing more same sex couples living together than 98.3% of neighborhoods in the U.S.” 

There is a same sex couple living a few houses down the street from us (and we are on very friendly terms with them), but I was clueless that my neighborhood was competing with Provincetown! As a crossdresser, that fact makes me feel more comfortable about living where I live.

Wearing Shein

Libor Landa femulating in the 2003 Czech film Kameňák.
Click here to view this film on YouTube.

Remembering Tapestry

By Paula Gaikowski (paula.gaikowski@gmail.com)

One of the greatest strengths of Femulate is the sense of community it’s created. For many of us, it’s a daily gathering place where we can check in with one another, offer support and share our experiences. It’s a space where we can be vulnerable, share our struggles and celebrate our successes. Just like any neighborhood, we may have our disagreements, but we also have a deep sense of camaraderie and look out for one another.

Being part of this community is like being at home. It’s a feeling of comfort, acceptance, and belonging. I often start my day by checking the blog and it’s always reassuring to know that I’m part of a space where I can be my authentic self. This blog has created a haven for us, a place where we can be ourselves without fear of judgment or rejection. That’s what makes it so special.

Back in the 1970’s and 80’s, being a transgender felt incredibly isolating. One of the few ways I felt connected to others like me was through media. I remember writing an article for Femulate about the 80’s talk shows that featured transgender women and crossdressers. Seeing myself represented on television, albeit in a limited and sometimes stereotypical way, gave me the sense that I wasn’t alone.

To find more information and connect with others, I would sometimes visit an adult bookstore in Passaic, New Jersey. This derelict place with its peeling paint, flickering lights and seedy clientele, exuded a sense of decay and despair. This was all that was available. I would buy magazines that catered to “transvestites,” which would feature articles and pictures of persons who had transitioned or crossdressed. Although I may not have known much about these individuals, seeing their faces and reading about their experiences gave me hope and a sense of connection.

One magazine stood out from the others: Tapestry, published by the International Foundation for Gender Education in Waltham, Massachusetts. While it covered important topics like transgender rights and transitioning in the workplace, what truly resonated with me was the personal ads section in the back. Trans cross-dressers and transgender women would share brief stories about themselves, creating a sense of intimacy and vulnerability.

The profiles I discovered were striking – professional women, dressed to impress, with high heels, makeup, pantyhose and dresses. They were the epitome of 1980’s office attire. But what struck me most was that they were living their lives in secret, hiding their true identities behind a veil of femininity. They didn’t identify as fetishists or seeking hookups. They were simply trying to connect with others like themselves. I want to know more about these persons if anyone knows, recognizes or is one of these persons please share. [Stana was one of those persons. - Ed.]

Using the term “transvestite” was the norm at the time and I remember seeing it in print. These individuals were hiding their true selves, often behind post office boxes or pseudonyms, due to the overwhelming taboo surrounding transgender identities. But what was clear from these profiles was that I wasn’t alone. There were others across the country, living similar lives, struggling with similar feelings of isolation and longing for connection.

Tapestry magazine was a lifeline for me, providing a platform for these individuals to share their stories and find community. I would eagerly look forward to each new issue, feeling a sense of connection to these strangers who had become like neighbors to me. Little did I know, the Internet was on the horizon, about to disrupt the lives of these individuals and others like me, eventually giving rise to Femulate, a haven for transgender persons to find sisterhood and community.

Wearing Paige

Our Gang/Little Rascals ballet femulation

(Top) Spanky (George McFarland) and Alfalfa (Carl Switzer) in a 1937 Our Gang comedy titled Rushin’ Ballet.

(Bottom) Alfalfa (Bug Hall) and Spanky (Travis Tedford) in the 1994 film The Little Rascals.

(Click here to view both femulations on YouTube.)

A Christmas Karen and other femulations

A Christmas Karen is a 2022 film about a self-entitled “Karen,” who gets the full Dickens’ A Christmas Carol treatment.

The film is now playing on Amazon Prime. It was amusing, but I doubt that I would watch it again except to re-see the following things.

👠 Gary, the Ghost of Christmas Past, is dressed over-the-top wearing a white diaphanous trouser suit, strings of pearls, chunky high heel shoes, makeup, etc. – not your typical Dickens’ ghost ensemble.

👠 While Gary is revisiting Karen’s past, we find her as a teen yelling at a long-haired girl wearing Karen’s training bra. The “girl” is actually Karen’s gay brother and I had no idea “she” was a boy until he removed the wig. He passed well.

The average viewer would probably gloss over these things and forget about them. But being a hard-core femulator, I saw them and will remember them until they pry my miniskirt from my cold, dead hands.

I never forget the femulator events that cross my path. I can even recall the first femulation I ever encountered over 60 years ago: an Our Gang episode titled “Crazy House.” In that episode, a rich girl invites the gang to her elegant home for a party and all hell breaks loose. The girl wants to be a boy and convinces one of the male gang members to switch places with her and they crossdress in each other’s clothes. 

I will never forget seeing the boy in the little girl’s short dress and thinking that he looked just like a little girl with short hair.

Click here to view the film on YouTube. The crossdressing begins at the 15:15 minute:second mark.

Enjoy!

Wearing BCBGMAXAZRIA

Lena, 1959 vs. 2018

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Hannah posted her 2024 Performance Review last week and enumerated her blog’s 2024 ranking according to Feedspot. Her blog did very well ranking 7th, 5th and 10th place in three categories listed below. 

My narcissist side, which is closely related to my feminine side, had to see how Feedspot ranked Femulate.org in 2024. Here are the results:

Femulate.org is ranked number 1 of the 45 Best Crossdressing Blogs and Websites in 2024.

Femulate.org is ranked number 1 of the 35 Best Trans Woman Blogs and Websites in 2024.

Femulate.org is ranked number 7 of the 70 Best Transgender Blogs and Websites in 2024.

Wow! 

And so it goes!

Wearing Shein

British professional femulator Terry Durham, circa 1974

Gloria sent me a newspaper clipping from 1978 about Terry Durham. According to the article from Reveille, Terry “reckons he has another six years in the business but there is one thing he will never leave behind – his 40-inch bosom.”

It seems that Terry took a course of hormones circa 1950 “and his shapely figure helped him become a top-line act in the clubs.”