It Fits

The dress I ordered online from Dress Barn arrived and fit perfectly. It is gorgeous and will be the dress I wear when I accept my award at Hamvention next month. I just have to decide how to accessorize.

Wearing BCBGeneration.

The 2016 Miss Koovagam Transgender Beauty Contest in Villupuram, India.

Marie Anne's First Time

This another  installment of a new Femulate series in which I invite readers to share their first crossdressing experience. Try to recall that moment the first time you tried on a woman’s garment and began the process of unveiling and exploring your feminine self. 

To entice you to share your first time story, I will give away a free copy of my e-book Fantasia Fair Diaries to all whose stories I use in Femulate. 

Without further ado, here is Marie Anne's first time story.

My earliest memories of dressing as a girl were wet days in the garage where we had a huge dressing-up box that included a selection of mother's discarded clothes. No secret as to what attracted me then, of course, the normal forays into my mother's wardrobe and underwear drawers when I was alone in the house. 

This was in the mid 1950's when foundations were well, restrictive stockings still with seams and full skirts, even for a 40-plus year old lady. Hats and gloves were there also, but underwear and dresses were the objects of desire. I guess then that I would also have tried on her shoes. She must have known, but nothing said. 

However, my most important memory dates from the time I was, I think, 17. I was with my girlfriend in her house with the rest of the family out and I asked with terrible fear, whether I could dress up in her clothes. The "Yes, of course," surprised me and she laid out a dress, took out panties and a matching black bra with some old balled-up stockings as padding, a suspender belt and stockings. My feet were too big for her shoes and there was no wig, but when I was dressed completely, she gave me lovely red lips and we went downstairs for tea. 

I was a boy in a dress, but, oh, what emotions! Guilt, awkwardness, pleasure all overloading my brain. Before her mother was back, the "girl" had gone and with this friend, never again. 

I would love to be able to tell her 55 years on, what a wonderful experience she gave me, but contact was lost years ago and she would probably does not even remember the incident. With another girl later the experience was repeated again, this time with a cheap wig and some make-up. Still a boy in a dress, but a little more of the journey to being a girl and then woman.

Now this woman occupies a fair amount of my wardrobe and is quite frequently out and about. But it has taken a long time, death and divorce included, but fortunately, supportive women friends.

Wearing Max Mara.

Joanna Lumley descends the staircase in the drag ball segment from the 1971 British film Lady Chatterly Versus Fanny Hill.

Probably the only cisgender female in this segment, Ms. Lumley plays Fanny Hill and imitates a man attending the ball as a woman! This softcore porn film also goes by the name Games Lovers Play and has little redeeming value. It is only of interest because of the extended drag ball segment. 

An amusing part of this segment has two policemen standing by as limos arrive outside the drag ball venue to drop off the attendees. When one particular limo arrives, a "girl" gets out and as she sashays to the entrance, she says in a deep male voice, "Good evening, officers." The policemen reply, "Good evening, Captain."

That's what brothers are for

Wearing Boston Proper.

Jeremy Lloyd descends the staircase in the fabulous drag ball scene
from the 1971 British film Lady Chatterly Versus Fanny Hill.

Amy's First Time

This is another installment of a new Femulate series in which I invite readers to share their first crossdressing experience. Try to recall that moment the first time you tried on a woman’s garment and began the process of unveiling and exploring your feminine self. 

To entice you to share your first time story, I will give away a free copy of my e-book Fantasia Fair Diaries to all whose stories I use in Femulate. Amy's story follows.

The first time I can recall dressing as a girl, is committed to memory like it only happened recently.

Our parents were out of town for a week and a good friend of theirs (an older woman) and frequent baby sitter was over and in charge. My older sister decided to dress me up and send me down the hall to the living room to give our sitter a fashion show. So with Nancy’s party dress, eyelet socks and patent shoes, I proudly marched into the living room to show the sitter. Of course she heaped praise on me and I ran back to Nancy’s room.

Another outfit was chosen and I was off down the hall a second time. I can still hear our sitter telling me how beautiful I was! I don't remember feeling the least bit embarrassed or naughty. I also don't remember our sitter being the least be apprehensive about our game.

I must have tried on several of Nancy’s dresses and skirts and the show was repeated in the following days. I also got to spend more time just hanging around the house playing "sisters" to the delight of my sister.

It was quite a week! Thus began a guilt free life of exploring!

Wearing Bebe.

Womanless beauty pageants are not something new. "Girls" were competing as far back as 1949
when this photo was taken at Cradock High School in Portsmouth, Virginia.

And shave your legs

Wearing Self Portrait jumper, Mercedes Salazar earrings and Alexandre Birman Keane sandals.

Ken Chan femulating on television's Destiny Rose (Philippines, 2015-2016).

Alison's First Time

This is the second installment of a new Femulate series in which I invite readers to share their first crossdressing experience. Try to recall that moment the first time you tried on a woman’s garment and began the process of unveiling and exploring your feminine self. 

To entice you to share your first time story, I will give away a free copy of my e-book Fantasia Fair Diaries to all whose stories I use in Femulate.

Alison was the first person to accept my offer and here is her first time story.

My first time wearing feminine attire was when I was about 10 years old.

I had become curious about women's lingerie after seeing pictures in the Sears catalog. My Mother would leave her freshly-washed clothes on a drying rack in a spare room. One night after everyone was asleep, I got out of bed and sneaked into the room where she had left her things to dry. Her bra was a fairly basic, Playtex Cross-Your-Heart (I think) type. Nothing particularly elegant. But when I picked it up and examined it, I was entranced by some magical aura that it had.

It took a few minutes to figure out how I should put it on, especially since it was way too big for me, (40C). I stuffed the cups with some tissues and it was just oh so special. I then tried on some of her panties that were hanging there as well. These were just basic, white nylon briefs, but they felt so much nicer than my cotton, boy briefs. Next was her slip. It was so soft and smooth as it draped over my body.

I repeated trying her things on many more times. I was always worried that I might be caught, or that she would notice something out of place. I guess that I was lucky as this never occurred, but this did mark the beginning of my life-long affinity for lingerie.

Wearing Alice + Olivia.

Coco Martin femulating in television's Ang Probinsyano (Philippines, 2015).

The Dress: Plan B

When I asked for your advice about what to wear to my big award's dinner next month, about one third of the suggestions advised me to dress my age and dress conservatively. And about two-thirds of suggestions were similar to Mandy's advice, "It's your night to shine...so go for it, girl! Rock that dress!"

I took the advice of the majority to to "go for it" and I ordered the gorgeous cocktail dress from Bebe that I had included in that post.

I had never owned a Bebe dress, so I did not know what to expect. Petra mentioned that Bebe dresses run small and that I should order my size and one size larger just in case.

The problem is that my size was the largest size they offered, so it was that or nothing. I figured that that size would not be big enough, but I would never know if I didn't try, so I went for it.

UPS delivered the dress yesterday and it was as gorgeous in person as it was in its photos. It was also a high quality dress and when I held it up to myself, I thought it would be a close call when I tried it on.

I got out of my boy costume and put on my waist cincher, a Spanx panty and a Spanx cami to smooth things out. I did not wear a bra because the style of the dress screamed "bra-less" to me.

I unzipped the dress, stepped into it and managed to zip it up about one-third of the way. There was no way that the zipper was going any further without damaging the dress, so I sighed, unzipped the dress and removed it.

Before I unzipped, I did look in the mirror and sighed again because I would have really rocked that dress!

I had no Plan B, so I began looking around and I am now considering the Dress Barn confection that accompanies this post.

Wearing Spiegel.

Ken Chan femulating on television's Destiny Rose (Philippines, 2015-2016).

I wish it was me!

Femulating Taylor Swift

Back in January, I mentioned some YouTube femulation videos that impressed me. One in particular, by a tween-aged boy named Rowen, impressed me the most with his enhusiasm and reaction to his transformation; he thought he looked pretty and wanted "to stay like this." (I think we all can sympathize with those sentiments!)

The lovely Rowen is back with a new transformation video. This time his sister and cousin help turn him into (by popular demand) a near perfect likeness of singer Taylor Swift. I was impressed again and you will be too if you watch his transformation here. (I wish it was me!)

Wearing L'Agence.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt on MTV's Todrick.

Bullies

Throughout my school years, I was a target for bullies. I had a few things going against me that put me in their bullseye.

I was smart. I was always at or near the top of the honor roll and as a result, I was often the teacher's pet.

I was feminine. Compared to my male peers, I was a girly boy and was considered gay.

I was not athletic. Although I loved playing ball, I was usually one of the last to be chosen for a team.

The bullying subsided after I finished school and began working. Occasionally, as an adult, I would have a close encounter of the bullying kind, but most of the time, I was bully-free.

I assumed I would be bully-free for the rest of my life, but the bullies are back. Now they are trying to tell me where I can bathroom.

They claim that they have legitimate reasons to tell me where I can and can not go... to protect women and children in case I decide to become predator while I sit on the throne.

The trans-predator scenario never happened and never will. It is just a bully-sh*t excuse to bully because bullies got to bully and now they are trying to bully us.

 

Wearing Ann Taylor.

Grzegorz Wilk on Polish television's Twoja Twarz Brzmu Znajomo.

Herbert, Dagwood and Blondie

The parody ― National Lampoon Sunday Newspaper Parody, July 1978:

The real thing ― Blondie, #131, November 1959:

And Blondie, October 13, 2013: 

Source: Intermix

Arthur Lake as Dagwood Bumstead femulating in the 1941 film Blondie Goes Latin.