Part I?
Yes, part one. Of three.
I’ve been thinking about the first time I ventured out of the house to attend a meeting of other crossdressers. That led to another memory: joining them for a holiday party at a busy restaurant. Two different but related experiences.
I hope retelling these events will encourage those of you who haven’t taken those first steps out the door to give it a try. I’m here to attest that the world did not end just because JJ was out in public. Along the way, I learned a few lessons that I hope you’ll find helpful.
First Outing
The first time I left the house as my girl self really wasn’t that long ago—September 2022. Although I had been dressing for many, many years, I had always stayed inside my house.
Somehow, I learned about a local group of like-minded people—crossdressers and transgender folks who held monthly meetings at a secure location near me. Imagine that!
I did a bit more research and found the group’s contact information. Then I did nothing about it for a few months. I kept telling myself that this was a big step. Was I sure I wanted to take it? After going back and forth several times, I finally convinced myself to take a chance.
Initial Contact
To contact the group, I needed to call someone who went by the femme name Joyce. As it turned out, she was the group’s president.
I took a deep breath and dialed the number. When a decidedly male voice answered, I asked for Joyce and received a welcoming response: yes, I had reached her. I introduced myself, and with the ice broken, we talked a bit about my crossdressing journey and what the group was like. It was a kind of vetting process for both me and the group.
Having passed the interview, I received the details about where and when the group’s next meeting would take place. I put it on my calendar, still not convinced that I’d actually go.
I remained uncomfortable with the thought of being out in public. If I did go, what should I wear? Would I look good enough? What would the others think?
So many doubts.
The Day
On the day of the meeting, it was time to get serious. I had decided on a fairly simple, comfortable outfit—the one pictured at the top of the page. Just a loose black top and a leopard-print skirt. My wig was perhaps a bit much, and I’m sure my makeup wasn’t great. But I was ready to go.
I put a bunch of stuff in my bag, grabbed a pair of girly, oversized sunglasses and headed out the door.
Well, “out the door” if the door into the garage counts.
After getting situated in the car and figuring out what to do with my bag, it was time. Another deep breath, and I pushed the button to raise the garage door and drove off to the meeting.
Throughout the drive, every stop sign and traffic light brought the same questions: Were people looking into the car? Could they tell I was a crossdresser? Fortunately, I didn’t notice any unusual stares.
Once I arrived at the meeting location, I took yet another deep breath. Now I had to get out of the car and walk into the meeting hall.
I stepped through the door and saw about 15 people, suddenly all looking at me.
Gulp.
Putting on my best smile, I said hello and introduced myself. I spent much of the evening chatting with the other members and wound up making new friends whom I treasure to this day.
Frankly, I don’t recall many specifics about that night. But I certainly remember the high as I drove home!
I’ll Be Back
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’s something you’d like to read about, please let me know!
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