Saturday, October 31, 2015

Facial hair removal for crossdressers

That’s facial hair removal, not getting a facial you pervert! I would like to explain here all about removing and trimming your facial hair for putting on makeup. My, there is so many steps we crossdressers have to do to get a great face! It all starts with how good a job you do removing unwanted hair. Now, if you really want to do a permanent job on your beard you can always use electrolysis or laser treatments.

But for most of us that’s too expensive and/or time consuming. So, we just have to use the old razor and wax. Now, I want to tell  you something I did once just in case you also might be stupid enough to try. I once took this wax sheet made for waxing your legs, and stuck it to the side of my face when I had a bit of stubble. I figured if it works on legs why not your face?

Now this was back when I first started out on all this hair removal  stuff, I knew nothing about it. Waxing my legs was pretty easy, not all that much pain, so the rest of your body must be the same, right? Sooooo, I warmed it up, pressed it real hard on my cheek, got a firm hold of one end and with one quick movement I snapped that baby down and out!

Have you ever heard of having a religious experience? Well I think I had one, I sure saw a bright flash of white light before my eyes! The pain was like getting a whip slashed across your face. I looked down at the paper, expecting to see a slab of meat on it! There was about 10 hairs pulled out by the thick roots, that’s all. The rest had just been pulled real hard but stayed on my poor face. So, WAXING YOUR FACE IS A NO NO! Now your brows are different, we will get to them on another page.

So, first you do a normal shave. But, it has to be a real close one. If you use an electric shaver, you HAVE to go over it with a razor. Use a new blade, I use those Venus razors for women from Gillette. They are meant for ladies legs, but do a great job on your face. Shave very closely, going in one direction then the next. Make sure you go low on your neck, getting it all.

Of course it goes without saying you can’t have sideburns if your going to try to be a lady. Keep them close up by the top of your ears. Now, go back to the area above your lips and the tip of your chin. Those areas always need extra shaving. Ok, so you’ve given yourself a close shave, great. Now for a few more areas. No crossdresser looks sexy with nose hair! Get a pair of cuticle scissors, or buy an electric nose hair trimmer, I use one myself. You must be in a well lit room.

Trim all the hair you see, everything. If it’s your first time you may pull a hair here and there, you’ll get use to it. Once it’s nice and trimmed, keep it that way! I never understand girls who want to look like they just snorted a nest of spiders. Ok, now on to your ears, yes another place good crossdressers don’t have hair. Use a handheld mirror while looking into your main one to see what your doing. Again the cuticle scissors or electric trimmer both work well.

Well you say, is that it? Almost! Next take a pair of tweezers. Get up close to the mirror, or get a good lit makeup mirror. Check out your nose, between your eyebrows, forehead, anyplace you did not shave for any stray hairs. Pluck any out with one quick pull. Ok, that’s it, your done! Well, done your face trimming. Next we do the brows, which is on another page. Hope you learned something. If nothing else, remember don’t WAX YOUR FACE!

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Friday, October 30, 2015

The Pretty and Feminine Male!

Another Experience of a Mother making her on Better through Feminization!!!

I’ve been interested in reading accounts here and thought I would share my very positive experience with cross dressing my son. 

I’ve been divorced for many years and raising two boys on my own. They are now 10 and 7. My youngest has always been the perfect child, never a problem at all. My oldest has always been difficult and the older he has gotten the more difficult he has become. 

I believe that everyone in the household has to carry their weight and my boys have always had their chores to do. Picking up, house cleaning, doing dishes, helping with the laundry have always been shared by all of us since the boys were big enough to help. #2 is fine with that and helps the best he can. #1 has always been a fight to do ANYTHING. And its gotten worse as he’s gotten older.

One real pet peeve of mine was when #1 helps to fold laundry. Whenever he had to touch any of my underwear, it’s like he being forced to touch a long-dead animal. He’ll pick up a bra with two fingers hold it away from him and usually ends up tossing it somewhere. It just bugs the heck out of me. 

One day I was shopping at a resale store where I often pick up inexpensive clothes for the boys, I saw a young girl’s matching pink beginner bra and panty set. On a lark, I bought it, not being sure what I’d ever do with it but I brought it home and they sat in my drawer for months. Finally, I threw it in the laundry and when it came time to fold the laundry, I waited until he picked it up. When he reached the bra, he through his usually, “icky” thing and poked at it with a finger. 

I snatched it away from him and looked at it like I’d never seen it before. I said it was obviously not mine but looked like it was more for a little girl his size. I teased him about it and finally made him put both garments on. I said maybe now you’ll stop acting like you do and realize they’re only clothes and no big deal. 

I made him keep them on under his clothes for the entire day and noticed a change in him. He was obviously embarrassed to be wearing them but no longer had a desire to escape the house and chores to go play outside. 

I thought about it all week and come the following Saturday, made him put them on again first thing in the morning. The result was again, he stayed inside, actually helped somewhat with vacuuming and cleaning. And Sunday morning I let him change back to his regular underwear and go about his business. 

He was obviously intimidated or at least less demanding and independent than usual so I kept up the pattern every Saturday morning. This started last fall but has we got into winter and wearing heavier clothes, he seemed to realize he could go out and play and no one would ever know what he was wearing underneath. So, I added a skirt and blouse to his wardrobe and he wore that on weekends with good effect. No more skipping out the door. 

I have a sister who has twin girls two years younger than my #1. He’s always been nasty to them although #2 gets along fine with them. I told my sister what I had done which she thought was hilarious. She lives about 30 miles away and eventually, she brought her girls over one Saturday. 

Little girls being what they are did some serious giggling when they first saw #1 but things quickly settled in to normal but my sister and I noticed that #1 was much more pleasant to his cousins, in fact even played with them. Something he had almost never done. Frankly, we were amazed, but maybe we shouldn’t have been. He couldn’t go outside and play with his friends dressed like that, so his brother and cousins were his only choice. The girls frequently come over on weekends now the four play together better than they’ve ever before. The change in #1 has been remarkable. 

I work full time so summer is always difficult for me with the kids. In past years I’ve hired a teenage girl who stays with them during the day but this year my sister’s situation has changed to the point that she is in a position to keep them during the summer vacation, especially since #1 has become manageable.

We’ve decided to switch his dress-up pattern so that he will wear girl’s clothing while he’s at her house during the week, and boy’s clothes when he comes home. His hair is a long surfer boy style and it’s easily long enough to pass as a girl with it. We’re going to cut his bangs, girl-style, come the last day of school. And we’re going to see how spending the summer with them works out. 

It is truly amazing the difference this has made in him. I’m not trying to turn him into a girl or anything else and this is certainly temporary but I thought others might be interested in hearing about this. I know it’s not everyone’s idea of ideal child raising (and my boyfriend thinks I’m nuts) but in this case, it really seems beneficial for everyone.

Boys Enjoying Becoming Girls!!! 

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Thursday, October 29, 2015

Getting Laughed at for Crossdressing in Public

Society (on the whole) has a problem with differences in people, especially when gender lines are crossed. One thing crossdressers often encounter is ridicule and/or harassment. The cause: choosing to be out in public in a feminine form of self-expression.
People laugh at other people in public all the time. If someone is too fat, too ugly, out of style, or has some kind of deformity, there’s a good chance they’ll be the butt of jokes from others. For a crossdresser, all one needs is to be identified as such, or as we call it, being read. That single element alone will draw unwanted negative attention, laughter, ridicule, and sometimes harm. Because only a very small percentage of crossdressers pass 100% as female, most of us risk facing this unpleasant treatment when we venture out en femme. Our crime is feminine self-expression.

I’m just starting to venture out into the public en femme. I got all dolled up this past Saturday and went for a drive (by myself). Mrs. H. was in the mood for a milkshake. Before returning home, I hit the drive-thru at a local McDonald’s and ordered us a couple of shakes. The young man (in his late teens or early 20′s) who handed me the shakes read me almost immediately after pulling up to the window. He had a hard time holding his composure but was able to do so (more or less) just long enough to hand me the shakes before turning around and laughing.
If you’ve seen photos of me (check the photo gallery), you may be wondering how he read me so easily. Looking feminine (to the extent of passing as female) in 2D pictures is one thing. In person and in motion, I certainly do not pass. My somewhat muscular arms were exposed, not to mention my femme-voice is less than convincing. Either of those may have played a role in his speedy recognition that my genetic gender differed from my expressed gender.
The photo up top is of me checking my makeup in the car prior to going to the drive-thru. Do I really look laughable? Is there a bright green booger dangling from my nose or giant wart protruding from face or something this guy might have found to be good cause for uncontrollable laughter? Maybe I’m wearing too much makeup. My wife told me I had on too much blush… and she’s right. I’ve seen real women wearing much more makeup than I was without being laughed at for it though. Aside from the fact that I’m a male to female crossresser, what exactly looks so funny about this picture?
No one enjoys being laughed at, but I can’t say it bothered me much. My immediate reaction was to begin laughing myself. For some reason, I often find amusement in situations that should be embarrassing to me. When I’m all dressed up as Gabrielle, I simply feel too good about myself for something like this to upset me. Even so, I would have preferred not being laughed at. I think it’s safe to say I also became an amusing story told to his co-workers/friends that night and will likely be a reoccurring story of “those crazy people you meet working the drive-thru”.
Being laughed at for simply being (read as) a crossdresser is pretty disturbing to me. If all other elements are status quo – why is feminine self-expression alone still cause for such amusement? The short answer is because we are still stuck in the 1950′s when it comes to transgendered issues.
There was a time when a black person might easily be laughed at, ridiculed, or even harmed by whites – the only reason being their skin color. It seems completely absurd today to think that such behavior could have ever been so widely accepted and tolerated in society. Does perfect racial equality exist today? Not likely. Will a black person still face laughter, ridicule, and harm from a white person simply for being black? With few exceptions, the answer is no, of course not. Why would anyone (non-black) treat a black person poorly simply for being black? It makes no sense.
So why then are the lines still firmly drawn at gender expression? Why is it funny to see a man who chooses a feminine form of self-expression? Why is it cause for laughter and ridicule? Why is it cause for harm? What year do we live in again?
It’s been established as fact, that crossdressers are not mentally sick for their choices in personal expression. Some crossdressers may actually be mentally sick, but that is an entirely separatepersonal trait and not related to the crossdressing. A mentally sick non-crossdresser is not mentally sick because they don’t crossdress, right? Doctors, psychologists, and professionals in the mental health fields all know the truth: crossdressing is but a very natural form of self-expression in men who have a strong feminine side to them. It varies from one to the next, but that’s it in a nutshell.
Sadly, it’s going to be some time before crossdressers and trasngendered people are treated with proper respect in society. Regardless, it’s not going to stop me. This is the first time I’ve been laughed at in public for simply being a crossdresser and it won’t be the last. I will not stop venturing out en femme because people might laugh at me. Maybe I’ll wear a little less makeup in the future, but I’m just getting started.

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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Emma Ballantyne

Time to write another blog post about one of my cross dressing heroes, Emma Ballantyne.

I first came across Emma several years ago on YouTube ("in the starry nowhere"), where she was posting short films which she had made of herself cross dressing in public places. Her technique for filming herself is simple but effective. She has a video camera inside what I assume is a bag or other innocuous item. She leaves it running on a flat surface, then (presumably) walks away from the camera, remains in shot for a couple of minutes, then returns to the camera. By skilful editing, she creates films which appear to consist of documentary shots of her walking through a park, or a town, or a country estate.

Take a look at one of her earlier efforts, and you will see what I mean. It's very effective.

This film, one of her first, shows several Emma trademarks. The style of filming is as mentioned above, with a pleasant musical soundtrack added, and a knowing smile at the camera when no-one is looking. That shares just a little delight with the viewer and is highly endearing.

It's worth commenting on this video in a detached way. First, the film-making style is highly sophisticated, for what is in effect a single person, filming themselves with a single camera. It's (IMHO) much more effective than what we also see a lot of on YouTube: first-person camera footage of cross dressers taking pictures of themselves in mirrors and whatnot. Such images tend to be fuzzy and swing wildly around, making the viewer dizzy.

Second, Emma's look is pretty natural and understated. Emma is very fortunate to have a slim figure which doesn't look out of place. She dresses appropriately: no ridiculously short skirt or blond wig or scarlet nails two inches long. She wears clothes which are what women would actually wear.

She doesn't draw attention to herself, but instead attempts to blend in. In fact, in her early videos she avoids direct personal contact. I am pretty certain that she doesn't draw a second glance from passersby, most of the time.

As time went on, the YouTube hits began to pour in, and Emma began to become a little bolder. Here she is buying a pair of shoes in a shop.

This is a quantum leap forward. Until now Emma's videos featured her dressing in basically deserted places (technically "public" but with very little chance of being seen by anyone!). But here she is, not only buying shoes, but seemingly having a pleasant conversation with the assistant, who may be a Hobbit, or it may just be the perspective. Once again, though, the outfit is understated and reasonable.

Emma's videos have become extraordinarily popular. Her YouTube channel has (as of today) uploaded 55 videos, and received almost 4.8 million hits. She has over 6,000 subscribers. One can clearly see her confidence (and enjoyment) improve as time goes by. Here she is in Venice, with Luisa. Did you say Venice? Yep. Take a look.

For some reason, Emma's video won't embed here, but you can see the full version on YouTube. This video presses my Envy button. This isn't quietly blending into the background in some deserted corner of a cloudy Scottish town. This is out and about, in Venice, with Luisa (another very successful and passable cross dresser), in full public view, mingling with crowds and seeing the sights. Emma has also posted several other videos of enjoying the nightlife in Manchester and other towns, while dressed.

I've said elsewhere in this blog that my personal cross dressing pinnacle would be pretty close to something like this: going dressed to the theatre, or a museum, or an art gallery (though a nice candlelit dinner with a lovely bottle of wine wouldn't be out of the question!). And Venice is basically all of those things (theatre, art gallery, museum) all rolled into one. Venice is one of the most beautiful and extraordinary places I've ever been, and the thought of just strolling round it, all dressed up? Excuse me, while I go and lie down with an ice pack on my brow.

In addition to her very successful videos, Emma has (naturally) posted a simply vast number of photos of herself on Flickr. I recommend Emma's 48 "personal favourites" as a reasonable tour through her hundreds of sessions and pictures. I can see Emma's style evolving and her look becoming more sophisticated and convincing as time passes. Compare this glamorous, attractive look with the hesistant look of the girl smoking on the wall in the first video.

So what do I think of Emma?

First, I admire and envy her. She and I are about the same age, and we both come from Scotland, so we already have a lot in common. Secondly, she seems to just take pleasure in the act of dressing as a woman and going out, and she has done so with what seems like considerable success, and considerable enjoyment. She has experimented with a few lingerie shots, but apart from that, seems content to stay away from overtly sexual images. No maid, no bride, no tart. That raises her in my estimation. It must be said, she draws some extremely explicit flirtatious comments on some of her photos, though she never seems to respond to them.

Second, she is fortunate enough to have a really nice figure, and makes the most of it with a good sense of what works in terms of clothes and appearance. In other words, she dresses like a woman, not like a tranny. The technical stuff; the postures, the gait, the gestures, all seem to work well. Yet she is not so beautiful that I feel that I could never possibly achieve a look as good as that. She represents an ideal to which I could reasonably aspire. I could be a contender! If I looked as good as that, would I do what she does? Hell, yeah!

Is there anything which I don't like about Emma? Well, truthfully not all of her outfits and images work equally well (IMHO). But that's what experimentation is all about. I have to say, she gets it right much more often than I do, and much more often than not. Lacking an adolescence trying out every different look, we cross dressers do need to experiment a bit, and I know I also do. Emma is also a smoker, and smokes a lot in her videos. Smoking, I can't help noting, is a real turnoff for me.

I am not stalking Emma! I haven't seen all her videos, and I haven't seen all her Flickr pictures. However, I do swing by her YouTube channel from time to time to see what she's been up to.

But what does Emma think of herself? It's quite hard to know. Although she posts images by the cartload, she doesn't seem to post text, and has no blog that I have been able to find. If you know of one, do please let me know and I will take a look (and link to it from here). And in addition, in all her videos, we never hear her voice!

She has, however, been nominated as a Covergirl on Rachel's Place, and you can read her statement here. This is a slightly edited version.

My name is Emma Ballantyne, I am in my early 40s and I hail from Scotland. I guess have always known I am transgendered since I can recall having the urge to wear girl's clothes from around the age of five.

Despite these feelings, I felt consumed by guilt and constantly fought the urge to dress. There was no internet back then of course, and very little literature available on TG subjects. The media and entertainment industries portrayed cross dressing as a habit of psychopaths, deviants and the subject of ridicule. The few girlfriends I shared my secret with tended not to be able to cope with this side of me, and I just felt like I didn't fit in. (I still don't, if I'm honest).

When I am outside as Emma I like to go unnoticed but still want to be seen, if that makes sense. But for some reason, and I still to this day don't know why, I decided to upload a short video clip I filmed of myself at an ATM onto YouTube. The feedback and positive comments I received amazed me. As a result I grew in confidence and would go out more regularly and interact with people, and I can honestly say that uploading that video completely changed my life - for the better. I have now met wonderful friends who I can share a previously unspoken side of my life with and finally feel happy to be the way I am.

Having said that, I only present myself as a girl maybe 5 or 10% of the time. As a male I have little pride in my appearance but when I transform myself into Emma I pay attention to even the smallest detail. Now I really do know why it takes genetic girls so long to get ready to go out!
And Emma once released a video onto YouTube of herself talking to the camera. She was wearing a lovely knitted top, and had a polished, interview-like delivery which worked well (even if the voice wasn't 100% convincing). This was the only time we ever heard Emma's voice. Unfortunately it's been removed from YouTube. Thankfully it survives on Rachel's place, and you can see it here in wmv format. Emma thanks her audience for their support and openly discusses cross dressing. Interestingly, she refers to herself as a transvestite in several of her video titles, and here in this one too. See my blog post about terminology.

Emma, I salute you. I admire what you do, and I congratulate you on your successes. I am more than a little envious. I wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavours, whatever they may be.

Addendum August 2013

I have not only made contact with Emma, she agreed to be "interviewed" for this blog. Read her answers to my questions here.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Transgender Candidly

I was walking down Broadway -- a small group of friends in tow – when, just as I crossed West 22nd Street, I heard a voice shout, “Hey, beautiful, is that an Adam’s Apple you have”? With a chuckle I turned and saw four or five guys in their late-20s, sitting in their compact car (no doubt part of the “bridge-and-tunnel-crowd” that descend upon Manhattan from New Jersey, Connecticut and the other New York boroughs each weekend) laughing as they waited for the light to change.

“Honey, that’s the least of what I have,” I said with a giggle, prompting them to laugh once more. We then engaged in a playful banter for the next few moments. Were they initially laughing at me? Perhaps, though I wasn’t sure, but, now, they were laughing with me. As the light changed they pulled off with a parting, “you’re pretty cool, have a great night!” And so I did.

Since I had walked out of the closet so many years ago, encounters like these have become a regular occurrence for me. I don’t necessarily go looking for them; but it’s pretty hard not to find them when you’re walking down the street in a pink, spaghetti strap, Gucci mini-dress and matching spiked sandals. And though things don’t always go so smoothly, I have to say that most times they do.

For all the remarks that are aimed at me, I never took any of it too seriously. Several of my friends were offended at the Adam’s Apple remark, and given the chance would have opted for a simple, “Fuck you,” or some other aggressive response. Many of the guys who are arrogant with TG girls are often insecure within themselves to start with, making for a potentially explosive situation. So, when met with head on anger it is a breeding ground for physical confrontation. Leaving me to wonder why any TG would risk the possibility of physical harm as their first course of action? What purpose could such an action provide?

Even if I had taken an aggressive stance, met a physical confrontation head on, and emerged victorious, what is the prize? The odds are higher that I would have ruined my new shoes rather than changed anyone’s views about me. Not to mention that the rest of the evening I would have been all worked up emotionally, only to have me right back where it all started anyway. That’s not to say that I take everything that comes along, because sometimes, you just have to stand your ground. But I at least try to give the antagonist a way out, by trying to ease the tension first. If it doesn’t work, then sometimes you have to decide your next option. In fact later that same night, outside of Centro Fly, the club we were en route to, another fellow yelled out from his SUV, as he was waiting to park.

Again – with a smile – I found myself in a verbal banter; however, this time was different. This guy was hostile and arrogant. The more my remarks brought laughs from his friends, the angrier he became. But, I never downgraded him; I only made light of the situation. It is easy to keep a lighthearted mood if you don’t allow people under your skin. By realizing that their words don’t define you, but only them, makes that easier to do. Someone calling me a freak, fairly or jerk doesn’t necessarily make me those things; but does define them for saying it. With every insult he threw, I tossed back something light and easy, until finally, when he had been verbally out jousted long enough, he screamed, “ I’m gonna kick your ass fagot!”

What was I to do? My friends were quite stunned when I reached down and took my shoes off, looked at him and quietly said, “OK, come on. But, keep in mind that how bad a beating I give you will depend on how dirty you get my dress.” He stood there a long minute, absorbing the words, and finally, cracked a smile and started to laugh. And that was that. Maybe he realized how ridiculous the whole affair was, or perhaps he suddenly realized that had he lost, his friends would never have let him live it down. Still, right until the very end, I kept offering him a way out through humor, and just in time, he took it. Confronting someone is always a last resort however, and only if you’re confident you can handle the situation. Otherwise just walk away: use your head, not your ego. Believe me, I have walked away from many hostile situations where I felt that I was in danger.

For the most part I have found that being candidly transgender disarms people. Straight guys love to yell, “You’re a guy,” or something to that effect. But, when you shrug it off as though “Your point being,” what else is there really left for them to say? Their punch line came and went, and had no affect. When they then know that you know that they know, everyone is more comfortable. That doesn’t imply abusing yourself for their sake, but rather making light of the obvious. There are times when being TG can be funny, and onlookers shouldn’t be expected to pretend that something out of “their” ordinary hasn’t occurred. When someone yells out, “Hey, you’re a guy,” that’s an observation not necessarily an insult. And even if it is first intended to be, most people would chuckle when my friend Dahlia would counter, “Thanks for reminding me, I had almost forgotten.”

In the end, we are new to people in the mainstream, and many, especially young straight guys, are intimidated and insecure. So, to cover it up, they try their hand at an insult for laughs. Our society breeds contempt and insult: watch any of the late night talk shows. So I say, there is too much drama in the world already, so why add to it. Does it make you feel better to be hostile to make a statement? Get over it, and make your point by example: live and let live with a smile. Even if the other person is a little slow to grab the idea, usually they’ll realize how silly they are acting in time. Besides, wouldn’t you rather be trying on a new pair of shoes?

Until next time, get out, be safe, and always think pretty!

Brianna Austin

Brianna Austin is a free-lance writer for Jazz Review Magazine, Glide Magazine,, and Girls Club Reporter, and previously contributed to Lady Like Magazine, Tg Community news, and Girl Talk Magazine. She can be reached
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Monday, October 26, 2015

My Son Wears My Clothes

“Mom can I go through your make-up drawers and take some stuff you’re not using anymore?”
“Mom can I borrow some of your clothes?”
“Mom does my hair look all right?”
“Mom do you have any shoes that would fit me?”
“Mom do these clothes look good together?”

These are some of the questions I have been asked over the years from not my daughter, but my teenage son.

When he was growing up I missed all the signs that my son could possibly be transgendered. Perhaps it’s because I am such an open person and always tried to encourage my kids to be who ever they wanted to be and to follow their dreams. I have never hid my trans friends from them. I wanted them to grow up accepting everyone and I believe I have accomplished that task. They thought nothing of coming home from school and finding me and a bunch of tgirls sitting in the living room gabbing. They were never embarrassed to invite their friends over were mine were there. Even when they were old enough to make choices for themselves, they had no problem going to Malls with my friends and me.

When my son was growing up, I quite often found my daughters dolls in his room. I always just assumed that my daughter must have been playing in there and left them there.
Sometimes I would find eye shadow in his room, but he was always so artistic and always used different materials to draw pictures I assumed he was using the eye shadow as some sort of paint. I found my clothes in his room sometimes too. I assumed the laundry was put away wrong. I have known about transgender people for years. How is it that I could miss such obvious signs? Is it because I am so supportive and it never would have mattered anyway?

When my son was still a toddler he used to love to sit next to me while I put on my make-up. He would stare at me in awe and quite often mimic the gestures of me putting on make-up with his fingers on his face. He got a hold of my lipstick when he was three. He didn’t just stop at his lips, his entire body was covered in lipstick.

It wasn’t until he was about 16 that I considered the fact he might be transgendered. He was always borrowing my clothes, not dresses or skirts, he preferred my pants and shirts.
He spent more time putting his make-up on in the morning and doing his hair then I did. I have never known anyone that could go through as much hair spray as him. He loved to make his long locks into big 8o’s hair. One time he came home from hanging with friends and he was dressed to the nines heels, stockings, and the works. I looked at him and said “You look pretty Princess, got tired of my clothes and borrowed someone else’s I see” He said to me “My gf thought it would be fun to dress me up and show me off at the library. How the heck do you walk in these heels without killing yourself? How on earth can chicks wear thongs? I can’t get these off fast enough.”

I sat and wondered that night. Could my son possibly be tg? Not to many teenage boys I know would go out dressed like that or wear the make-up and clothes he does every day. I always taught him to never be afraid to be himself. Then I wondered if I had any part of making him tg by surrounding himself with tg people most of his life. I wondered if it was my fault that he came home beat up all the time after being called “fag” because he chose to dress feminine. I realized you can’t make someone transgendered, its just the way they are born. I said my prayers and asked God to guide my son it what ever direction he found best for him and went to sleep.

My son is 19 now and still prefers girl’s clothes to boys. His clothes of choice are girl’s jeans and t-shirts. He still spends way more time getting ready then I do. He has had so much trouble finding a job because of the way he chooses to dress. He has finally found one in a night club. His favourite hang out is my favourite tg bar. His friends and girl friends all accept him. It makes no difference to me what he wears. I love him unconditionally.

I would never dream of using “he” when talking to any of my tg friends. It’s funny that I use “he” when talking about my son. He still likes to be addressed by his male name, Mike. Perhaps that’s why.

A mother’s love is unconditional. Who ever or what ever my children decide to be, decide to wear, decide to marry. I am there for them. I know that the world I have shown my children will be the world they one day show their children.

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Sunday, October 25, 2015

Miss Cera’s Finishing School For Boys Who Want To Be Girls

Ceronica Cera, your dean of students, founder and author. Miss Cera’s was created in the early 90’s to serve the needs of the thousands of men and transpeople who have the desire to break through gender barriers and explore their feminine options, some for a day, others for a lifetime. Happily, more and more couples also call upon me to share my knowledge and guide them to deeper levels of understanding and trust. Providing both a learning experience and a pampering session, I and my faculty of expert and caring deans are here for you. And we expect you to be the best you can be. We’ve become so popular that non-trans women, too, flock to our doors. 
What we look for in a student is enthusiasm and a desire to explore. We’ll supply the guidance, the wigs and the wardrobe in an uplifting environment. With clothing as our props, we support you in your quest for freedom of expression, so that no matter what your fashion statement, you can be a happier, healthier, sexier human being. Our commitment is to style, from help with putting together your look or looks, as well as teaching you integrity of lifestyle.

Our academy motto is “Cherchez la femme”. In French, the verb “chercher” means “to look to” or “to look for”. It’s perfect for you, dear student, as you “look to” women for guidance and “look for” the woman inside of you. Allow your femmeself to open you up to the world, not isolate you from it. Our lessons are based on a philosophy I refer to as “Venus Envy.” I believe that for every woman who burned her bra, there is a man eager to wear one
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Saturday, October 24, 2015

Becoming A Feminine Man

Story by GrLegs
I have undergone something of a transformation with regards to "crossdressing" and my attitude towards my own proclivities. For near-enough 40 yrs I have carried a deep set sense of guilt and shame about my urges to wear lingerie, more specifically slips & hosiery. The first person I ever openly told about this was my former partner, who initially embraced it, then used it against me to publicly shame and humiliate me following the breakdown of our marriage.

Following the break-up, I found that I was able to wear whatever I wanted in the seclusion of my own home at any time. Then followed a period in which I began reading and researching the subject on the internet and not only discovered how widespread it is, but also a couple of hubs, including Lucy's, run by women who LOVE men who wear women's clothing.

I also found that, as a result of my ex making my crossdressing public and the ensuing legal actions, I was forced to talk openly about this. I found the more I talked openly, the easier it became. I met a lady whom I told about my love of lingerie on our fourth date. Not only was she not put off by it, but she found she liked it and now she wouldn't have me any other way.

What followed next came as a total surprise to me. After nearly 40 years of occasional lingerie wearing and following a growing level of acceptance of this within myself, I found myself becoming accepting of and recognising the feminine aspects of my personality and allowing myself to express these in the way I dress, viz. I started to think about wearing women's outerwear.

I recently "came out" to a dear friend of mine who happens to be a lesbian. She encouraged me to dress up to show her and then gave me lots of positive vibes and encouragement. We spent the rest of the evening at her apartment with me in a skirt, pantyhose and boots and her in jeans and T-shirt. As we were talking, I mentioned that I'd never seen her dressed "girly". She told me she wasn't confident in choosing and buying dresses for her self and didn't have any female friends whose style she liked enough to go shopping with them. I suggested that we should go clothes shopping together and she got so excited about the idea.

Then came last week. On my way home from the same friend's apartment, I was driving home at night wearing a skirt and boots with a sweat shirt on top and got the urge for some chocolate, so I called into a late night service station. As I got out of my car there were two young guys - aged about 18 - coming out of the shop. They looked at me as I walked in, I met their gaze and just smiled and said "Good evening". They were waiting in the forecourt beside their car as I came out with my chocolate and one of them asked me where I was going, "Home", I replied, "just had a craving for chocolate", smiled and got into my car and drove home.

Then this weekend my friend & I went clothes shopping. I selected various items of clothing for her to try on in different shops, she loved them all and bought them. By the end of the day she had an entire outfit from the boots up but hadn't seen any of them together. When I tried on a couple of skirts in some of the shops, she gave me the thumbs up or otherwise.

When we arrived back home at her place, she immediately tried on the whole outfit and she shone - she was amazed at how well everything went together; couldn't believe the way I could visualise these things without actually seeing them.

We went out together on Saturday night to a "gender neutral" venue, she in her new outfit and I in a plain black T-shirt, bolero jacket, silk circle skirt with lace tights over the top of hi-gloss semi-opaques and above-the-knee high heeled boots; a bit of a gender mix. My friend was radiant, her friends couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked and told her so all night. For myself, I also received many compliments on my first night "out", from gay and straight males and females. A number of the girls commented on how great my legs looked in the skirt, tights & boots and some said they wished they had legs like mine + a couple said that more guys should wear skirts as they know loads of them with better legs than their female friends - no cellulite! (lol)

The biggest surprise came at the end of the night as we were walking through town to a late-night eatery before the taxi home. As we walked along the street, there was a group of young lads - some with girls in tow - coming in the opposite direction and one of them just said openly "Hey, great outfit, man, looks good" and hi-fived me as he walked past.

My confidence has gone through the roof. Tonight I drove to collect my mail from my PO Box in a black knee length straight skirt, black opaque tights & ankle length high heels, with a man's leather jacket & plain white T-shirt. As I walked from my car to the Post Office, I noticed a few people looking, but it seemed to be in a more curious than judgemental way - a sort of "Oh, that's unusual", rather than "God, that's weird!"

So, it's back to Mr Izzard to close, who describes himself as "a complete boy plus half a girl."

“Women wear what they want, and so do I." Well said, sir........ and so do I.

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