Wednesday, July 20, 2022

How did you make out?

By Paula Gaikowski

Friday, Stana posted my article of memories, an archive of sort that chronicled my journey over the years dealing with this special gift that we have. One of those memories generated a request for more details about making out at a Halloween party when I was dressed as a girl.

This is something that for years I pushed down and away and didn’t want to remember or acknowledge. When I started dating and then married, I made it a point to consciously forget about it. Now at 63-years-old, years of therapy and self-acceptance, I can look back at the event with pleasant thoughts.

So, let’s go back in time to 1979, Hahn Air Base, Germany. A married couple from my workplace was having their big annual Halloween party at their house off base. We were a young crowd, older teens, 20’s, some 30’s, very much into partying. 

On the night shift, costumes were discussed and when boyfriends and husbands rejected the idea, I happily volunteered to go as a girl with just enough insincere resistance. At 19-years-old, I was a size 14-16 and could not wait to wear the Air Force blue skirt suit that women wore on duty.

If you know my story, I was no stranger to crossdressing at this age and really didn’t need any encouragement or help. One of my female co-workers was a happy helper and loaned a uniform. I made a covert trip to the Base BX to purchase bra, panties, pantyhose and a slip and to a German store in town, a red lipstick.

Over to Linda’s apartment the afternoon of the party to “get ready,” I remember feeling so proud that Linda was impressed with the proficiency and aptitude that I had in getting dressed in women’s clothes and putting on makeup. (I had spent years after school using my mom’s make-up and trying on her clothes.) 

As Femulations go, this was a good one. I liked the way I looked, considering my inexperience in dressing up fully to pass. 

The party itself was a raucous affair, ranging anywhere from 30-50 people. I had a great time, playing along with the innuendo and crude comments. I reveled in and relished the attention and felt so feminine. Now remember, this is Germany and the Mosel Valley, beer and wine! By midnight, those of us left were all very buzzed.

A small group had gathered down in the basement, a side room at the end of the evening. We were all chatting, laughing as the night wound down. Then it was quiet and I was alone with a guy who I had been talking to at different times throughout the night. We started talking about my costume, crossdressing, drag shows, and I remember specifically he asked me how it felt to wear pantyhose? My inhibitions thinned by alcohol, I replied “Great, Silky and smooth!” 

Two lustful and lascivious 19-year-olds, one ravenous for the feel of a woman, the other desiring to feel like a woman. Now alone in the dark, thousands of miles from home, both drunk. 

His hand skimmed my leg, soon it was up under my skirt. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered.

I was stunned, wanting to shriek and run, however, another part me wanted this, just a few seconds more I thought. He grabbed at my bra, I sighed, He pushed me backward and we’re lying down, a light kiss, then another, an embrace, this feels wonderful. Then as quickly as it started, it ends. I’m sitting alone and the night is ending. What just happened?

For years, I refused to think about that night buried away in the corners of my mind. I was young, confused and even ashamed of what happened. It has taken me years to accept and understand who I am. Now I take it out of that special hiding place, a treasured curio and share it with my sisters and community here at Femulate. 



Source: ShopBop
Source: ShopBop


Another femulator out and about
Another femulator out and about acclimating society to pretty men in pretty clothes.

10 comments:

  1. Small world, Paula ~ i was also stationed at Hahn in 1979 😁 ~ although i wasn't at that party ~ and i can confirm that the combination of Mosel wine and actual beer (compared to the pre-craft beer American swill that was available) definitely caused all kinds of inhibitions to fade away 🍻🥂

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    1. They were good times! I'm sure we crossed paths

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    2. i'm sure we did ~ it was a small place (comparatively)

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  2. Thank you for sharing this experience, Sweetie. As a MTF Cross Dresser with no desire to transition, but still wanting to fully experience ALL that there is to be a woman, this is still high on my list - to be taken on a date by a man and treated like a lady, with the evening going wherever it goes.

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  3. Hi Paula, I was stationed in Stuttgart in 1973-75 and worked on AFN. I too was invited to a Halloween party which I was able to dress as completely as I could as a woman. I too was subjected to many touches and comments but never had the same ending you did. To this day I consider the party to be my coming out to several close friends. One of which ultimately became the mother of my child.
    Thanks for the memories!

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  4. AnonymousJuly 21, 2022

    Wow! Thank you Paula. I totally get it. I've had two similar experiences when all dolled up. The first time I was in my mid 20s in a car and the gentleman I was with (and luckily he was one the whole time) went in for a move. I was wearing large breast forms and when he grabbed my boob it sent shock waves through my body. I think being desired by a man is as feminine as I've ever felt.

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  5. AnonymousJuly 22, 2022

    Are we as vulnerable as non TG women are to some one using alcohol to loosen our inhibitions and go further than we intended?
    A glass of wine on it's own can contain 12% alcohol
    Lucy

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  6. Hi Paula, You expressed so well what so many of us have felt and possibly done. Though I consider myself a heterosexual femulator, (married fifty years). I too recall one time in 1968 when I was at a dance club on Rush Street in Chicago and 'made out' with a guy in a dark corner. I hate to admit it but at the time it was so enjoyable I often wonder where it might have gone had I not a few months later ended up in the military. I didn't femulate for almost fifty years. Now that I am back in "Paulette Mode" and out in public, if an 'old guy' winks or smiles I find I sway my butt just a little bit more.

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  7. AnonymousJuly 25, 2022

    Thank you for your account. If I had been in your heels, I might have been a bit more daring and encouraging!

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  8. AnonymousJuly 27, 2022

    Thank you for your lovely story. I'm sure many of us are living vicariously through you in that moment! I also had a sort of similar situation. I had femulated at a college Halloween party and, after a few drinks, was finding myself empowered enough to possibly finally try kissing a man. But as fate would have it, I became rather smitten by a woman who was dressed as man in costume and we ended up making out on the couch. That's the closest I ever came and it still warms my heart when I recall that memory:)

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