Someday Funnies

 

Saturday Funnies

Wearing Cynthia Rowley

Kevin McDonald, Dave Foley and Scott Thompson femulating on television's The Kids in the Hall.

Friday Femulations

 

Wearing ShuShu/Tong

Liev Schreiber femulating in the 1994 film Mixed Nuts.

Thor's Day

Wearing Mac Duggal

Darren Trumeter femulating on television’s The Whitest Kids U'Know.

Hello Brenda

By Brenda

Here's a heartfelt coming-of-age story about Brenda's first time stepping out into the world, exploring themes of self-discovery, courage and the joy of embracing one's identity. I found a reasonable day rate at a motel that would allow me to pack my clothes and choose my shoes before the transformation. I also had a way to change afterwards before heading home.

Brenda stood in front of the mirror, her heart racing. Her reflection was dazzling—soft curls framed her face, courtesy of the wig she'd spent hours selecting with the help of a professional makeover stylist. The reddish tones perfectly complemented her fair skin, now evened out by foundation matched to perfection during her makeover. Her makeup was subtle but polished—soft red lips, a gentle sweep of blush, and eyeliner that made her blue eyes pop.

The final touch? Stick-on nails in a delicate French manicure. She wiggled her fingers, marveling at how feminine they made her hands look. It was surreal to see herself like this. For the first time, she wasn’t just trying to look like Brenda. She was Brenda.

The Journey to Confidence

It had taken months of planning and soul-searching to reach this point. Brenda, whose given name was Brian, had always felt at odds with the world when presenting as a man. Dressing in women's clothing had been her private refuge for years, but stepping outside as Brenda was something she had only dared to dream about.

Her turning point came during a late-night scroll through forums where others shared their stories. She found a blog called “Femulate” that offered a lot of information and inspiration. She was not alone in her lifestyle, but she was all alone in getting from A to B. She discovered a local salon that specialized in transformations for crossdressers and transwomen. 

At this point in her life it was time to take the next step. Nervously, she booked an appointment. The day of the makeover had been a whirlwind of emotions—excitement mixed with anxiety. The stylist (who was trans) had been warm and encouraging, guiding her through wig selection, makeup techniques and even posture tips to carry herself with confidence.

Brenda had learned so much that day. The importance of choosing a wig that matched her face shape, how to blend foundation for a natural finish and the small details—like stick-on nails and the right accessories—that could elevate her look. Each step felt like shedding layers of fear and self-doubt.

First Steps into the World

Now here she was, standing on the brink of her first venture out. Her mission was simple: mail some letters, withdraw cash from the ATM, do a bit of shopping and visit the library. Everyday typical “Out and About” errands for a middle-aged woman, but they felt monumental.

As she stepped outside, the cold January air nipped at her skin. She pulled her coat tighter and took a deep breath. The sound of her heeled boots clicking on the pavement was exhilarating. Her heart pounded as she approached the mailbox. She half-expected someone to call her out—“Hey, that's a man!”—but the world continued to move around her, indifferent to her presence.

She slid the letters into the slot, her hands trembling slightly. One errand down. She exhaled, feeling a small surge of pride. Maybe she could do this after all.

Navigating Fear and Joy

The ATM was next. Brenda approached cautiously, feeling hyper-aware of every movement. She worried someone might scrutinize her too closely, notice her Adam's apple or detect her voice if she spoke. But no one paid her much attention. When the machine whirred and dispensed her cash, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Her next stop was a large thrift store. A sales associate greeted her with a friendly smile, saying, “Let me know if you need help with anything.” It felt like validation—she was just another customer, just another woman shopping for clothes.

She browsed carefully, her fingers brushing against fabrics. She chose a scarf in a soft animal print, pleased with her selection. She was not ready for anything needing a change room, maybe next time. At the checkout, the cashier complimented her choice. Brenda felt a warmth spread through her chest. For the first time she wasn’t afraid of being read—she was simply herself.

Identity Calmness

Her final stop was the library. She loved the quiet sanctuary it offered and today was no different. She browsed the shelves, picked out a novel she’d been meaning to read and settled into a cozy corner. For the first time, she felt a profound sense of calmness. There was no performance, no pretending. Brenda was simply enjoying a moment as Brenda.

The fear of being caught or judged was still there, but it was overshadowed by something greater—exhilaration. Being seen as her true self was not just liberating, it was affirming. Each smile she received, each polite interaction, was like a small piece of armor, building her confidence.

Reflections on the Way Home

As Brenda walked to her car with her scarf tucked neatly into her coat and her library book in hand, she marveled at the journey she had taken. There had been moments of fear, but they were fleeting. The joy of living authentically far outweighed the risks.

Brenda was so in tune with being herself she stopped at Starbucks and walked in to order a coffee and in her best womanly voice ordered a double espresso and when asked her name she proudly stated “It’s Brenda.” It was years later upon reflection that she realized when she went into the coffee shop, she felt totally at ease, totally herself, not trapped in any way.

For the first time in her life, Brenda felt at peace. She had crossed a threshold, proving to herself that she could step out into the world and be seen—not as Brian, but as Brenda. And that was a feeling she knew she would carry with her forever.

This day wasn’t just an outing; it was a rite of passage. Brenda had stepped out of the shadows of fear and self-doubt and into the light of authenticity. She was no longer hiding—she was living.

This was a HUGE step for me and it really took the makeover to not just teach me how to do my makeup and stuff, but also give me the confidence to venture out, all alone in the world. This blog has really given me some solid knowledge on how to be better. I still have a lot to learn to get to Master Class and 10, 000 hours, but I cherish every moment along the way.

Wearing Zimmermann

Tim Conway femulating on television’s The Carol Burnett Show.

And so it begins...

Dump Preparing Executive Order To Declare There Are Only 2 ‘Not Changeable’ Sexes

President Dump plans to sign an executive order that will declare it is official U.S. policy that there are only two sexes, an incoming White House official told reporters Monday.

“It’s a policy of the United States to recognize two sexes, male and female, these are sexes that are not changeable, and they are grounded in fundamental and incontrovertible reality,” the official said about the order, noting that its purpose is “defending women from gender ideology extremism and restoring biological truth to the federal government.”

In practice, this means that the U.S. Department of State and the Department of Homeland Security will only issue passports and visas with either the male or female indicators, and that the federal government will not provide funds, grants or contracts to any group or individual “promoting gender ideology.”

The new order will also ban taxpayer funds from being used for gender-affirming care. This became a big issue in the 2024 general election, when the Dump campaign spent millions of dollars on anti-trans ads, including one about Kamala Harris supporting the federal government paying for gender-affirming surgeries for incarcerated people. The government pays for the health care of everyone who is in a federal prison.

The attorney general will ensure that this executive order will protect the rights of people who have been asked to use preferred pronouns and believe that’s a violation of their freedom of speech and religion, the official said on the call.

Issuing such an executive order as one of his first official moves is a culmination of years of the right being laser-focussed on transgender people in the United States. Through fearmongering about health care for trans people, legislating which bathrooms trans people can use, banning books in classrooms and libraries, and conflating the LGBTQ+ community with sexual abusers, erasing trans people from public life has become one of the biggest priorities for Republicans.

(Source: Huffpost)

Stuff 55: Far Out?

By J.J. Atwell

No, that’s not a throwback to that 60’s phrase. In this case, I’m talking about being further out of the closet than just group meetings. Let me explain a bit more. 

I’ve actually only been going out as my girl self for about three years. I started by joining a local CD group that held meetings in a private, secure location. Even at that, the prospect of stepping out of the house as JJ was daunting. The whole time I was driving to that first meeting I was wondering if other drivers noticed me. I was literally sweating and shaking. 

It Gets Better

Like many things, the more you do it the easier it gets. That leads to doing more than just going to a meeting in a secure location. Soon it leads to going out to a restaurant as part of a girls’ night out with the group. It’s out, but still a safe environment. No doubt the group has checked out the location ahead of time and knows that it’s a safe place for us to visit. 

That then leads to an outing that might be in a really public location. Perhaps by going out to see a play. Yes, that’s what happened to JJ. Our group decided to do a GNO at a regional playhouse to see Tootsie, the musical. Of course, we preceded it with dinner at a restaurant that none of us had tried before. Both venues were welcoming and we had no difficulty in either place. Still, as part of group of over a dozen, there was some safety in numbers.

Time to Try Something Different

Recently a couple of CD friends and their SOs thought it would be fun to go to see Some Like it Hot, the musical. The theater is a major venue in the middle of the city. No hiding out there. Time to own it and step out in confidence. The location has a huge lobby where people can see and be seen before the show starts. It also has a congested exit at the end of the show where you are in close contact with other patrons. 

The evening turned out to be really fun. The six of us (three CDs with our SOs) went to a restaurant for dinner beforehand. We’ve all been to that restaurant before and knew it was welcoming to us. We had no adverse reactions with anybody who we interacted with at either place. Throughout the evening, we were universally referred to as ladies. The picture accompanying this post was from that night. I added a red shrug as the weather was on the cool side that night for a more festive outfit. 

Aftermath

At the end of the night, four of us (two CDs and our SOs) returned to our house for a nightcap. Funny thing happened then. Once we got in the house, the SOs decided it was time to get comfortable, which was girl code for taking off their bra. I say funny, because neither of us CDs rushed to take off our bra. For us, we enjoyed extending our girl time before returning to guy mode. One of the SOs was heard to say rhetorically that they wondered why we would want to wear a bra. Of course, we needed to wear a bra or our boobs would fall off. Sigh. 

I’ll Be Back

There will be more Stuff. As always, comments are welcome either here on the blog or by email to Jenn6nov at-sign gmail dot com. JJ is always looking for more stuff, so if there is something you would like to read about please let me know!

Wearing Bebe

Gale Gordon femulating in an episode of television’s Here’s Lucy.

Someday Funnies

 

Time to Economize

Wearing Lafayette 148

The Ricky Ricardo Band femulating on television's I Love Lucy.

Got Holes In Your Head?

By Norah Blucher

Do you have holes in your head? No? Me neither and it creates a fashion dilemma for many of us. 

JJ Atwell recently wrote about New Years resolutions and wanting her ears pierced and I know the feeling of everything she wrote. Clip-on earrings do not come in a huge variety and when you do find a smashing pair, sometimes they just hurt and can only be worn a short while. I’ve thought about piercing my ears for a while now, but until I do, I’m still wearing clip-on earrings as many of you do as well.

After years of looking at fabulous earrings I would love to wear, but could not, I came up with a creative solution to some of the dilemmas of clip-on earrings. I adapt pierced earrings to be clip-ons!

Searching for a pair of clip-on hoops many years ago, I happened upon some ingenious ones that did not utilize a lever clip, as many do, and instead had a sort of spring-loaded plunger. When worn, they sort of looked like they passed completely through your ear with no visible clip. Intrigued, I bought a pair and absolutely loved them! They looked nice and did not have a painful death grip on my ear, but still stayed secure, so I bought more in a few sizes.

My Epiphany

Looking at some earrings in a store one day, I noticed a lot of the dangly ones had a fixed eye loop at the top that a hook attached to. Seeing that some of the eye loops were a little larger than others, I bought them with an idea in mind. Taking them home, I removed the hook, and sure enough, the eye loop slid right onto the hoops I had!

I was absolutely ecstatic! I could now buy earrings that had such an eye loop and wear them with my smaller hoops. I still utilize them just as hoops if I want and do so with the larger pairs, but regularly slip other earrings I like onto the smallest pair and they look quite good. I don’t have many pictures that show my ears a lot, but tried to find some that show how they look with different earrings

What is better though is that they are fairly comfortable to wear all day and hold more weight than I expected. I usually have some hair over my ears and like a bolder earring that will still show. I regularly wear them with my favorite silver and abalone cut-out tear drops that are not light and they work fabulous. So far so good and knock on wood, all-day outings, taking coats and seatbelts on and off or dancing the night away, everything has stayed right where I wanted it to.

Not Quite Perfect

As good as these work, I do find some limitations. To start, the eye loop must be large enough to fit the hoop. The earrings also need to be a bit on the larger side to balance out the look, as a very small earring would look off. It also took me a bit to find the best spot on my ear that did not hurt, but with the design of the hoops, you have more leeway in this regard than a traditional clip-on.

If you go this route, I would also caution you to find ones that are either silver-plated or surgical stainless steel, which are both hypoallergenic. This should cause less irritation and won’t risk turning your ears green or something.

Anyway, loves, I hope you found this helpful and maybe it will open a few doors for you. I love the elegance of a nice long earring and this allows me to utilize some of the more unique ones I find that I would never be able to find as a clip-on. 

Questions or comments are welcome below or email me at nblucher at-sign proton dot me. If you found something that works, please do tell. Inquiring minds want to know!

Wearing Nine West

Paweł Góral femulating Céline Dion on Polish television’s Twoja Twarz Brzmi Znajomo.

Hard Evidence

en tant que mère

Passing is not the be-all and end-all off presenting en femme. Just presenting en femme works for me, but when I pass, it is icing on the cake.

But how does one know when one passes? Unless you are a mind-reader, you never really know unless you have hard evidence.

I recently wrote about being escorted by a police officer at a transgender conference. He was as friendly as could be, did not seem put-out helping me and treated me like a lady. 

But did he really think I was cisgender female? Maybe, maybe not. After all, I was attending a trans conference, so that might have given him a clue as to my birth gender. On the other hand, there were many cisgender females in attendance, so assuming I was trans just because it was a trans conference could have been an erroneous assumption, but without hard evidence, who knows what he assumed.

Many times, I made presentations at an annual conference for LGBTQ youth. At one conference, I arrived early for my presentation and sat down to go over my notes for the presentation. As the room filled up, a 40-something male sat next to me with his trans child in tow. He broke the ice and began conversing with me about the conference. During the conversation, he introduced me to his trans child and then he asked if I was the mother of a trans child and would he or she be attending the presentation.

I smiled and said no, I was not a trans child’s mother, rather I was the presenter for the presentation he was attending.

He was surprised and apologized for his error. I replied that an apology was not necessary and that he had made my day.

Now that’s hard evidence!

Wearing Colette Rose

Femulating actors in the 2014 film Billy Shakespeare.

Today!