tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post1898992933940249566..comments2024-03-28T23:10:11.954-04:00Comments on Femulate: Your First Time OutStanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10259788604423472207noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-32833229363927437312020-10-04T01:52:25.683-04:002020-10-04T01:52:25.683-04:00My First Time . . . Out
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1968:...My First Time . . . Out<br />In 3 stanzas -------<br />1968: a weekend during high school days, at home alone,<br />at 11 pm on a Saturday night i finally got the courage after many outfit changes to walk around block in my grandmothers a-line skirt with a fancy lace blouse, no make up or wig.<br />1970s: many trips to the Blue Ridge Parkway in femme.<br />1979: first trip to a Halloween Party, after buying my first real wig in person, en femme - from a retail store, the shops owner could not have been nicer. @ 9 am.<br />Followed by a cross state six hour drive to the gala in Norfolk, VA.<br />Heart racing many times, including three stops to shop en femme for the first time; in Williamsburg outlet stores and a department store in Colonial Williamsburg's Market Square.<br />Even a stop at the Black & Decker outlet, where the only female Clerk had a jolly time helping me, after the men just walked away.<br />Traveling completely en femme<br />Including tampons, to a party at the home of the Medical School's Dean. Wearing a red column skirt with a beige satin top and a Red lace bolero jacket, the first time the term Ma'am was ever used to me, my B cup breasts were saluting the world from a bare skin decolletage with the help of a Frederick's extreme bra - until my voice combined with a six - two frame in four inch heels gave the party goers a start. <br />Ah what I would have given for six years of femulate posts from the future in a bound pamphlet before the trip! A Femulators Guide to Our Universe in time slip format, where oh where was that time machine phone booth: then-ly ???<br /><br />Sara<br />Roanoke, VaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-35601115282131564602020-10-03T11:55:09.926-04:002020-10-03T11:55:09.926-04:00I had gone out with members of the Trans*Quility g...I had gone out with members of the Trans*Quility group several times. It was amazing how free I felt. But it was about time I went out on my own. As it happened with many of us, Hallowe'en was coming up and I decided that would be the night. I had found a really good place to shop for tall clothing -- a JC Penney outlet store in West Baltimore. These stores were stocked from items from the Penney Catalog, which sold lots of tall and large sizes. I bought a long black evening dress with a square, low cut bodice.<br /><br />At that time my hair was down to my ass. I also bought an electric curler set at Penney's, which I used early in the afternoon and kept them on until after 6. I spent a couple hours doing my makeup. I glued on my black nails. I boosted up my boobies and put on a necklace with a black spider resting between "my girls". When I took out the curlers my hair was BIG! I hadn't any idea how it would turn out, but I loved it. So off I went to The Hippo, where I had gone to many drag shows as Mike and as Mikki with my group. I got lots of compliments and a few queens threatened to steal my hair! If anyone who knew Mike saw me I never found out. And I discovered that it was just fine to be Mikki and be out and about. I don't know those folks and they don't know me. and that's the case with pretty much wherever I <br />might go. Mikki was free! MikkiBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17776593599337986303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-17624464982934849542020-10-03T04:04:23.117-04:002020-10-03T04:04:23.117-04:00i could say my first time out was when i could fin...i could say my first time out was when i could finally afford to rent a flat of my own whilst living in a suburb of london in the early 90's. as you may imagine i took advantage of my new-found freedom most evenings, and as such was quite content with only a packet of fags and a bottle of wine for company. although i had been aware for some time that i was not the "omega tran" thanks to various things i had read and seen in the media, it was only then i learned there were social events that catered for such clientele. they were advertised and sometimes even reported on in the city's "what's on" magazine, that liked to expose the more alternative/underground scenes to its readers. and there was once even a fantastic picture of one such punter posing in a ballgown on the front cover (that i wish i had kept for my scrapbook now ha ha). so after the novelty of dressing alone at home started to wear off, i found my curiosity in attending such an event being piqued. yet the fear of discovery and being condemned accordingly stopped me from doing so - even though unlike for most it was relatively convenient (the nearest i got was going to a soho drag cabaret nightclub called "madam jojo's" once or twice in mufti). so my "proper" first time out had to wait until i moved "oop north" several years later!gina vnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-90618657303184657432020-10-03T03:00:03.422-04:002020-10-03T03:00:03.422-04:00It was Halloween, I had entered a contest held at ...It was Halloween, I had entered a contest held at at a night club. The theme was "Hell on Heels" I was trying to win a $500 top prize to help my daughter out! Sadly I didn't win, however I ran into someone from work who I didn't realize they were "not a civillian" So the following day was the company Halloween party! Talk about nervous! Came in 2nd place and gave the $50 to my daughter. I had been dressing for years, but that Halloween weekend was the 1st time "Sara" had seen the outside world!<br />Just like Angela said, just suck it up buttercup and step ou the door and do it!Sara Michelle Stirrockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01880169887287186661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-58601773299036010132020-10-02T23:49:19.670-04:002020-10-02T23:49:19.670-04:00I like to tell people that’s it’s like jumping off...I like to tell people that’s it’s like jumping off the high diving board. It doesn’t seem to make sense so you just have to say “#%*$ it” and do it. Then you realise how much fun you had. Angelanoreply@blogger.com