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Womanless Beauty Pageants

By Jasmine

I have discovered on various other sites the phenomenon known as the Womanless Beauty Pageant (WBP). Males of all ages, but the contestants seem to be predominantly boys of school age and younger, parade about in pretty dresses and heels and wear wigs and makeup in the hope of winning a tiara and sash.

The vast majority of them look very convincing as girls!

What a truly wonderful concept and what a great way to get boys into femininity! The hardest obstacle – initially getting a boy to wear anything that he associates as being girly – is overcome with gentle encouragement and the assurance that he won’t be the only boy wearing a dress. 

Once the boy is fully dressed up as a beauty queen, he will soon get used to the strange experience of suddenly having a skirt swishing around his legs, balancing and wobbling in high heels, having long hair, wearing clinking, pretty jewelry and wearing cosmetics and even find it fun, especially once he joins the other “ladies” and compares how he looks alongside them.

He will find out that he can be as pretty and feminine as any girl and will gain an insight into femininity. He may, hopefully, want to enjoy the experience again and, overcoming his embarrassment and male pride, be brave enough to ask his mother to furnish him with a new wardrobe for him to explore and appreciate his girlish nature. 

Boys (and men) of all ages should be actively encouraged to take part in a WBP. This is a great way to begin to get males to become more feminine and will perhaps give the significant females in their lives, seeing how pretty their men and boys can be with a little effort, ideas about keeping them that way! 

As far as I can see, the WBP was born and is practiced in the USA at present, but I hope that the WBP will soon be imported to the UK, Europe and the rest of the world. Imagine how much better the world would be with males concentrating on trying to be Miss World rather than trying to dominate the world. 

I for one would love to take part in one when they arrive over here and will happily put on my gown and high heels.

(This post originally appeared in Jasmine's blog, Gender Role Reversal.)

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Eamon Farren femulating in the Australian television-film Carlotta.
You can view the entire film on YouTube (I highly recommend it).

I Like Honey

Honey Caroline, professional femulator

Over a year ago, I mentioned that I use Honey, an app that works with your web browser. Whenever you are ready to pay for an online purchase, Honey interrupts the transaction and automatically searches for any applicable coupon codes. It invariably finds free shipping and usually finds other applicable coupon savings, too. I saved a lot of money since I began using Honey and I highly recommend it to anyone who shops regularly online. 

In addition, there is Honey Gold, which are reward points you rack up while shopping at some of your favorite online stores. 

To tell you the truth, I did not pay much attention to Honey Gold. I noticed that I was collecting reward points after certain online purchases, but I did not think much about it until I received an email informing me that I had over 7000 points and that I ought to consider redeeming the points for gift cards. Each 1000 points garnered a $10 gift card, so I redeemed 7000 points and received a $70 Amazon gift card! Sweet!

You too can save money on your purchases and collect reward points. Just click on this link to accept my invitation to join Honey and you will be able to save money online, too.

Zach Villa (left) femulating in the 2015 film Honeyglue.

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Wilson Cruz (right) femulating in a 1997 episode of television's Ally McBeal

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The Mosconi Brothers, circa 1920

Going to the Prom

It is prom season, a time when many a young femulator’s heart is all a flutter thinking about the pretty prom gowns he won’t be able to wear to his high school’s spring formal.

In high school, I did not date much. I interacted easily with girls on a day-to-day basis, but when it came to dating, I did not interact successfully.

Looking back, I realize that interacting with girls was easy because I was feminine. However, dating girls was difficult because I had to act like a male and that was so foreign to me that I was lousy at it.

When I attended my high school’s prom, my sister had to set me up with her best friend as my date. That date went fine because I already knew my sister’s friend well; it was as if we were two girls out on a date. The only problem was that one girl had to dress like a boy. I wore a white tux and that was probably a good thing because back then, I was about 50 pounds heavier than I am now. Squeezing into a prom gown would not have been a pretty sight, but I am sure my mother would have sewn me something dreamy to wear and would have had me fitted with the proper foundation garments so that I would be voluptuous in her creation. Of course, it did not happen, but I dreamed about it nonetheless.

Times have changed. As Ray Davies once sang, “Boys will be girls and girls will be boys” and today, at some of the more progressive schools in our nation, girls do wear tuxedos to proms and boys do wear gowns.

Lucky kids!

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Professional femulator Jean Pierre Rene at the Juan-les-Pins club in Paris. 1956

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Alan Cumming femulating in the UK television series The Runaway.

How Do I Know

Samantha Riedel

I just read an excellent them. article by Samantha Riedel, which is “A guide to questions I asked myself when I began to wonder if I was transfeminine — and questions you may ask yourself, too.”

The article addresses questions that many of us have/had. Here are a couple of pertinent quotes from the article. 

“Clothing is as gendered as we want it to be, and as much as I love skirts and skater dresses, I've never stopped being comfortable in good old denim jeans and a dorky graphic tee. Anyone who tells you that you need to present a certain way for your gender to be valid has way weirder ideas about what constitutes gender than any trans person. If cis women get to be butch, so do us transfems. That's it, the end, have fun.

“There's no wrong way to be trans or nonbinary; if you feel like those words approximate what you're feeling, then run with it. The only person who gets to decide your gender, and what that means, is you.”

I highly recommend reading Samantha's article.

(Thank you, Velma, for the relay.)

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A “wedding tableau” full of pretty femulators in Sydney, Australia, circa 1930

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Ali Monterrosas, male womenswear model

Going Straight

By Gina V

When I stopped working for the man and embarked on the road less-travelled, it was not exactly coincidental that it took me to a provincial city that happened to have the largest and best-known gay scene in the country. As they say, “where there’s smoke, there’s fire,” so I deduced there would be a fairly active transvestite one within it. And my intuition proved me correct. So once I had broken the ice,* I filled my (3-inch) boots accordingly.

However, if taking a diversion into Straightsville was ever going to be an option, I knew that would always be a much tougher task. For unlike the gay scene, there would be no quarter given and experiencing such a trip without being subjected to ridicule (or worse) depended on being 100% convincing in every way. 

Plus, unlike others in my position (like Stana, for example), despite being informed on numerous occasions that I could pass when dressed, my chronic low self- esteem told me otherwise. Not to mention the fear of experiencing a similar fate to the soldier who goes AWOL by disguising himself as a woman in the film The Triple Echo! Therefore, my few steps into that world were taken very gingerly.

My first experience was going out with my landlord (who was in “mufti”) one afternoon in his car to visit a trans chum of his. With that in mind, I wore a much shorter wig and far less makeup than usual (in the hope of looking more like my sister than Joan Collins) plus a sober grey skirt suit to try and blend in with the scenery. 

But, as if being out in Straightsville in broad daylight for the first time wasn’t scary enough, he insisted on stopping on the way to visit an off license in one of the roughest parts of town – leaving me on my own in the car, where suddenly the windows seemed to get a lot larger. Despite making sure the doors were locked, I was petrified that a gang of youths would come around the corner any second, immediately twig what I was and then smash the windows to drag me out onto the street for a good kicking! But we made it back home with said friend being another who complimented me on my convincingness.

My second (and final) daytime exposure was when I wanted to get a new wig from a salon in the city center and my landlord (who was again driving in mufti) advised me that I would only really know if one suited me if I were dressed for the occasion. So again, I tried to present myself as best I could (perhaps, my hemline could have been a bit lower in retrospect!) in order to merge in seamlessly with the many shoppers and others going about their business. Even so, the walk of a few hundred yards from car park to shop was an ordeal of fire, with me half-expecting a lynch mob to give chase at any moment. However, we arrived at the salon without incident and I wore my new purchase as we made our way back to the car (again, without anyone seemingly being phased).

As a result of that, one thing I learned that can head suspicious straights off at the pass is to step out in the company of a man. Especially one that is straight (or at least straight-acting/looking). I was once out on the local gay scene with an admirer and we queued to get into a club on a night transvestites were admitted free of charge, while everyone else had to pay. And when it came to my turn, the doorman informed me it would cost me two quid!** As such, when my companion walked me through the city center afterwards, it was no surprise that no one batted an eyelid at what they saw as an ordinary couple heading home after a night on the town.

So on the odd occasion out and about in Straightsville, I have managed to get away with it visually. However, the voice is the enemy of the convincing crossdresser! Although I can sing a lot higher than most men (and in a more-than-passable female tone to boot), sadly, I know that I need to work on my femme speaking voice. And as such, I envy my American cousins for their casual drawl allied to relative-freedom to express themselves emotionally, which means they are more likely to succeed in that regard than stiff upper-lipped Limeys. So until now, that has been a good reason why my sorties into Straightsville have been few and far between.

However, as one whose trans persona is becoming ever more apparent, maybe the time has come to try and overcome that hurdle in order that my public appearances are no longer restricted to gay zones? As they say: Watch this space…

* On my first night out on said scene, someone told me I looked like Monica Lewinsky!
** I now wish I had just paid up rather than protested – ha ha

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Brian Deacon femulating in the 1972 UK film The Triple Echo.