Stuff 86: A Beauty Pageant

By J.J. Atwell

Part 1 - The Setup

Welcome to what will be a three part series about a crossdresser beauty pageant. 

Have you ever participated in one? I have and it was a lot of fun! Our local CD group, FEM Florida, has a yearly pageant. Well, yearly at least for the past two years, with number three coming up in November. 

I think competing in a beauty pageant is probably on every CD’s dream list. I unfortunately had to miss the first year it was held, but was able to enter last year. It was really a fun, but nervous, experience. As I write this, I am in the middle of planning for this year’s contest. But for now, let me tell you more about last year’s event. 

Here’s How It Worked

The “competition” was judged by five people and was conducted in four parts: interview with the judges, Sunday best, beach wear and talent. Those roughly correspond with the standard female beauty contest categories with Sunday best being more equivalent to formal wear and beach wear being substituted for swimsuits. That latter change was because the organizers didn’t want to worry about “fall out” as none of the contestants really have the body to pull off a typical skimpy female suit since we lack real boobs and have to hide that nasty bulge at the crotch. 

The panel of judges comprised three men and two women. They individually rated each contestant as they did each part. At the end, the judges compiled their scores and announced the results. I’ll cover that more in part three. 

So the call was put out to the membership with the date being set for a Saturday night in November at our secure clubhouse location. It turned out that we had six contestants, one of which was last year’s winner. 

Each contestant came with their own sash, most with imaginative names. We had names like Miss Understood, Miss Steak and Miss Lead. As an aside, I write a column in my group’s monthly newsletter entitled “Nothing,” which is similar to what I write about here in Stuff. With that background, I decided to participate under the name of Miss Nothing. 

In keeping with that concept, I purposely did not wear a sash. Instead, I gestured to the nonexistent sash every time my stage name was mentioned. Dumb? Well maybe so, but I thought it was a touch of humor. More on that later. 

I’ll Be Back

More about the beauty contest is coming up in part two next week. The picture at the top of this page is me in my Sunday Best. In the meantime, I welcome comments either here on the blog or by email to Jenn6nov at-sign gmail dot com.

Wearing Rebecca Taylor

Marty Thomas femulating on stage in Pageant: The Musical.