Never Gets Old

April 30, 2020, 9:12 pm

Five Days in Ohio

I am tapped out, so I am repeating a post I did on a previous May Day. I hope you enjoy it despite it being a rerun.

Velma wrote, “Your comments on having two days out en femme in one week brought a recollection from one of our recent support group meetings. Several of us had concluded that they feel satisfied, grounded, calmed and focused after about two days out femulating per week. More time out than that did nothing to increase the changed feelings, but additional femulation almost became burdensome.”

Burdensome?

Hardly.

Sure, it feels good to kick off my heels and take off my girdle after a day out as a woman, but I am always ready to do it over again the next day and the day after that.

Why?

Despite my body parts, I am a feminine being and femulating fulfills the need to express that femininity that I had hidden in a closet for most of my life.

And I disagree with the statement that “More time out than that [2 days] did nothing to increase the changed feelings.”

Quite the contrary, every additional minute that I am out en femme just confirms my being as feminine. My feminine reaction to every little thing that occurs when I am out just adds to the pile of confirmations that indicate that I am indeed a woman.

Velma also wrote, “I am aware you have mentioned that you would dress full time if possible. Did you always feel this way or did this desire grow and evolve through time? How many days have you gone dressed en femme on a continuous basis?”

Once I discovered that it was possible to live full time as a woman, I had a strong desire to do so. My commitment to my wife is the only thing holding me back, so I try to fulfill that desire as best as I can by living full time as much as possible in those chunks of time that do not involve my wife.

My longest continuous chunk of time en femme was seven days the four times I attended Fantasia Fair for the full week. But in my opinion, that does not count because it is not a real life experience. Most of the civilians you encounter in Provincetown are aware that the Fair is in progress and assume every tall woman is a femulator.

So I feel that my longest real life experiences en femme were my five days attending a workshop in New York City and my annual five-day trips to Ohio to attend Hamvention. There most of the civilians are unaware of my origins and I can genuinely experience life as a woman.

Wearing Bebe

Teri Hatcher and David Spade on a 1996 episode of Saturday Night Live.
You can view the skit on YouTube.

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Someday Funnies

May 2, 2020, 9:12 am

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Wearing Cynthia Rowley

Pretty femulators in the kitchen, circa 1965

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I Killed My Friend flickr

May 4, 2020, 4:03 pm

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A femulator at Hanford High School
(Richland, WA) in 1981

I killed my flickr account.

Because of the vast quantity of images I had posted on flickr, I needed a “Pro” account, which only cost $25 per year when I signed up for it back in 2015. Last year, the price increased to $50 per year.

Friday, I received a PayPal receipt indicating that flickr was now charging $7 per month ($84 per year). That was the last straw and I killed my Pro account as quick as a Playboy bunny.

I actually had only a few dozen personal photos on the site, but I also had nearly 5,000 photos of womanless events that Starla culled from online high school yearbooks. I hope to find a new, less expensive home for those images real soon now.

Source: Beyond the Rack

A womanless wedding, circa 1910 in Waterbury, Connecticut.

A womanless wedding, circa 1910, put on by the Boys Club in Waterbury, Connecticut. Not the greatest femulations, but I am posting the image for two reasons: (1) Waterbury is my hometown and (2) womanless weddings in Connecticut were rare – in fact, this is the only Connecticut womanless wedding I am aware of.

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Non-Civilians in Womanless World

May 5, 2020, 3:06 pm

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Jasmine Bond commented on my previous post:

“Womanless events was something I never heard of until I've been reading your blog. This concept is somewhat interesting but perplexing and I would like to learn more about them. Without having done the research, it seems like these events were not necessarily pro-trans but a way to exclude women and treat them like second class citizens, an unfortunate dynamic that has been too long a part of our culture. Just as unfortunate, this still exists today with women earning less for the exact same jobs as their male counterparts. While there is a certain appeal for the woman in me in that these events occurred, I also can't help feel that they were a way to suppress women. It's too bad that we don't have events like these that promote trans women and are supported by cis women who would provide education, a loving environment and support to trans women like us. I'd be interested in hearing your take, Stana, on my thoughts.”

I have never attended or participated in a civilian womanless event. However, I have seen countless videos and thousands of photos documenting womanless beauty pageants, weddings, fashion shows, etc.

I am of two minds regarding womanless events.

The Bad

I hate the way some of the participants parody women. Shaking their asses, flaunting their boobs and in general, acting like boobs is disrespectful of women. Is that how they think their wives, mothers and sisters act?

I find it difficult to believe that any wife or mother would be OK with their husband or son acting that way. The audiences seem to be very amused by the antics of some of the participants, which doesn’t say much for how the audience respects women, too.

By the way, the younger the womanless participant, the more respectful they seem to be. Grammar school “girls” are well-behaved ladies compared to their middle and high school sisters.

The Good

Womanless events give non-civilians an opportunity to express their feminine side in public with a safety net – the safety net being the event itself where it is OK for guys to be girls temporarily.

I recall my high school’s basketball team crossdressing to perform in my school’s annual Irish Minstrel. I was so jealous and wished I had the opportunity to do the same in public with some kind of safety net. If my school had a womanless event, I believe that I would have mustered the courage to be a participant and I feel that most non-civilians would be similarly inclined.

Womanless events have their good side and their bad side. Does the bad side outweigh the good side? I dunno, but from the perspective of a non-civilian, I believe I would put up with the bad to take advantage of the good.

Source: WhoWhatWear

Austin High School, Decatur, Alabama, 1985

As I wrote in my previous post, I killed my flick account (for economic reasons). Besides a handful of personal photos, the account also included thousands of photos from womanless events that Starla culled from school yearbooks.

To make up for that loss, I decided to feature some of Starla’s photos in this new “Not a Civilian?” slot.

During the next 25 posts, I intend to sort through all of the photos in alphabetical order (alphabetized by school name) and each day, feature the “girl” who in my humble opinion, is most likely not a civilian (just like you and me). Boys who dress up as girls on Halloween get 2 bonus points and boys who attend proms en femme get 5 bonus points. On the other hand, boys with leg hair, lose 2 points and boys with facial hair lose 10 points.

Kicking off “Not a Civilian?” with the letter A is the lovely Johnny McLemore from Austin High in Decatur, Alabama.

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Femulate Illustrated

May 6, 2020, 3:12 pm

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Wearing Lela Rose

Moving up the alphabet to the letter B, today’s lovely “Not a Civilian?” laddy hails from Bryant (Arkansas) High School. He (or she) is Wade Barnes, who was the winner of the high school’s 1972 “Miss America” pageant.

Wearing Boston Proper vegan leather dress and Nine West “Bliss” pointy toe pumps.

Wednesday morning, I had to decide whether to move three yards of loam outdoors or photograph myself wearing pretty new outfits indoors. It was a difficult choice and you can see the results of that decision above.

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Nailing It

May 7, 2020, 3:06 pm

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≪ Previous: Femulate Illustrated

I am not full-time, although I wish I was, so I can’t wear my fingernails in a female fashion 24/7. Instead, I wear pre-glued, press-on nails when I femulate. They go on fast, stay on forever and they look good – so good that I have received many compliments on my nails.

My go-to pre-glued, press-on nails were the Kiss brand. I bought and used Kiss nails for years, but Kiss kissed off the product and they are no longer available except for sellers of old stock (and those are drying up, too).

When I learned that Kiss pre-glued, press-on nails were going away, I stocked up, but my stockpile is dwindling and I have been searching for a replacement.

StyleCaster posted an article by Nikki Brown, Best Press On Nails 2020: Stunning Picks for When You Want an Express Mani, that features 10 brands of press-on nails. They are very attractive and I decided to take a flyer on one of the less expensive brands (H&M). I will review them here when I have an opportunity to wear them

Caveat Emptor: Obviously, the fake nails are sized for women. If you have wide nails, the fake nails may not be large enough to cover your natural nails. I am lucky to have feminine fingers and all the fake nails I have ever tried cover my natural nails, but your mileage may vary.

Wearing Zimmermann

C is for crossdressing, civilians and Coppell, Texas, where in 1996, Matt Garber’s prom appearance at is hands-down one of the most outstanding Not a Civilian? presentations of all time! By the way, if Matt was “the only male to wear make-up to the junior-senior prom,” it begs the question: Did other male students attend the prom en femme, but without makeup?

Wearing JustFab button front sweater dress and JustFab Sofie peep toe pumps for my May 6th photoshoot

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On My Feet

May 8, 2020, 3:06 pm

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≪ Previous: Nailing It

Tanit commented on my photo in the Femulate Illustrated post, “Very nice - show us the shoes!”

Her wish is my command, so here are photos of my new shoes.

Nine West Bliss pointy toe pumps in a metallic paint snake print (these are “killer” heels and they will require some breaking in before I will feel comfortable wearing them out):

JustFab Sophie peep toe pumps in natural (these 3.5-inch heels are very comfortable and very cute – love the tiny gold padlock):

And I just ordered these from Nine West, their Beck ankle-strap pumps in ivory:

Wearing Venus

D is for Davis (Louisiana) High School in 1968, where we find today’s “Not a Civilian?” who was so impressive that an adult male on the high school staff could not keep his hands off of her! Runner up is a Downey, California miss, who has appeared in this blog in the past.

Wearing JustFab tweed high-waisted shorts and crop jacket and JustFab Sophie peep toe pumps for my May 6th photoshoot

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Someday Funnies

May 9, 2020, 3:06 pm

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Happy Mother’s Day

(I have told this story here on past Mother's Days, so you may have read it before and I apologize for the rerun. But just like some of the reruns on television, some are worth repeating.)

Mom was the most influential person in my life and influenced my penchant for crossdressing in a number of ways.

She was beautiful and did not need makeup. Lipstick, powder, and rouge were all she ever used. I know because I enjoyed watching her put on her minimal makeup.

She always dressed like a fashionable lady and that was difficult to accomplish because money was tight when I was a kid. As a result, Mom sewed her own clothes, as well as clothes for my sister.

I guess I was jealous of my sister and wished that Mom would sew something for me, but there were few sewing patterns for boys' clothing. However, I would have been perfectly happy if she sewed a pretty dress for me like she did for my sister.

My Dad was a great guy, but he was not around much when I was growing up. He worked all the overtime he could get to make ends meet. For a few years, he also had a second job.

I can remember way back to my earliest memories when I actually thought that my father was a visitor because his appearances at home during my waking hours were so rare. So, during my formative years, Dad was at work, while my Mom was at home raising my sister and me.

Since I was raised in an environment where the father figure was absent most of the time, it is no wonder that I tended to follow in the footsteps of the only parental figure available to me, my Mom. As a result, I admired her and wanted to do the things she did. I did not know it at the time, but she was my role model.

I was a creative kid and Mom encouraged my creative side. I loved sports, especially baseball, but I was not very good at it (I could hit the ball a mile, but I threw "like a girl"). So early on, I knew what my strengths were.

I spent a lot of time writing and drawing and my mother supported and encouraged me. Eventually, I became a successful professional writer with a lot of thanks going to Mom.

I looked like my Mom's side of the family and inherited many of her features like her long legs and her facial features. When I do my makeup just so, I look a lot like her; people would mistake us for mother and daughter, i.e., if she were alive and I dressed en femme in her presence.

Besides influencing my creative side, she also influenced my penchant for being feminine.

Mom often commented that because I had such nice legs, I should have been a girl. If she had made that comment once, I probably would have forgotten about it, but it seemed to me that she made that comment whenever she saw my legs bare. Don't you think that may have influenced me?

She also made comments about the way I walked. She said I "tippy-toed," i.e., I walked on my toes. I assumed from her comments that tippy-toeing was not the correct way for a male to walk, but I did not know how to walk any other way. She never showed me how I was supposed to walk, so I just kept on tippy-toeing.

I don't tippy-toe any longer. As I grew older, I must have figured out how to walk like a male. However, all my early years tippy-toeing may have facilitated my walking in high heels because ever since I slipped on my first pair of pumps, I never had a problem walking in heels.

I did not think that Mom knew about my crossdressing, because she never broached the subject despite the fact that I often got into her stuff and even ruined some items that I found out the hard way, were too small for me. I was very much in the closet then and I was just as happy that she did not know. But, she knew.

As newlyweds, my wife and I crossdressed for a Halloween party and when I mentioned our party plans to Mom over the phone, she asked if I had taken my box of "stuff" with me when I moved out.

I don't recall my response, but at that moment, I knew she knew. She never mentioned it again and neither did I.

However, once in awhile right up to her death, she would ask me, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

I always thought she was referring to my crossdressing when she asked and I always said, "No."

In retrospect, I wish I had confided in Mom about me becoming a woman. She was so loving and so supportive that I think she would have helped me. (She was a great seamstress by the way and I can only dream about the outfits she might have sewn for her male daughter.) But, I did not confide in her and I regret it now.

But, if there is a heaven, I am sure Mom smiles down on me when she sees her firstborn dressed en femme enjoying her time as a woman.

So, Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Your Loving Daughter,

Stana

Wearing Venus

Wearing LTD tunic, Hue tights and Payless Janine pointy toe pumps for my May 6th photoshoot

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It’s Monday

May 10, 2020, 9:12 pm

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It’s Going Away Dept.

Seven months ago, I discovered Gold Bond Ultimate Neck & Chest Firming Cream. It helped the sun damage on my neck and I used it every day.

It seems that Gold Bond has discontinued the product. Old stock sellers are the only source these days and eventually, they will be out of stock, too.

There are other neck firming products for sale and I was wondering if anyone can recommend one before I blow dough on a pig in a poke.

It’s Toni Time Dept.

With all the barber shops and hair salons closed, we now have an excuse for wearing long hair and giving ourselves home perms to look more presentable.

It’s My Wife's Idea Dept.

My spouse orders clothing online. With her M.S., she does not go clothes shopping in brick and mortar stores even when they were open.

She recently ordered two pairs of capris on sale ($30 for the pair). When the order arrived, she tried them on and they were too big. She did not want to exchange them for a smaller size and asked me to return them for a refund.

Before I packed up the pants for shipping, I decided to try them on and they fit me perfectly (a Misses size medium, no less). So I decided to keep them rather than pay $10 for the privilege of returning them for a refund.

I told my wife what I did and she said that maybe I should just order woman’s clothes for myself in the future.

What a great idea!

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas Dept.

Snow squalls here Saturday! Can’t believe it. I don’t ever recall falling snow here in May!

Wearing Boston Proper

For our E“Not a Civilian?” selection, it is obvious to me who is not a civilian in this 1999 Elysian Fields (Texas) High School “opposite sex day” photo.

Source: Wearing New York & Company and Payless

Wearing New York & Company high-low dress and Payless high heel sandals for my May 6th photoshoot

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No Ohio Blues

May 11, 2020, 9:05 pm

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I am sad today because I will not be traveling to Hamvention this week to see my ham radio friends and acquaintances. Since 1978, I have made the trip to Hamvention over 30 times – the last nine times as a woman and was disappointed, but not surprised when they cancelled this year’s event because of the Impeached President Virus.

I will really miss the opportunity to present as a woman full-time for a five-day stint. It is usually one of the highlights of my year. Also, I had planned to fly to Dayton this year, which would have been my first time flying pretty.

C'est la vie!

Wearing Boston Proper

Our F (for femulate) “Not a Civilian?” beauty hails from Ferris (Texas) High School

Wearing a Rubber Soul tee with JustFab tweed high-waisted shorts, JustFab crop jacket and the wrong shoes for my May 6th photoshoot. (I should have worn a pair of black high heel pumpss or my new Nine West Bliss pointy toe pumps.)

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My Start

May 12, 2020, 9:12 pm

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I received an e-mail that posed the following question: How did you get drawn into the crossdressing world?

Here is my story.

When I was a kid, I was intrigued with disguises. Being a creative sort, I assembled my own original costumes for Halloween rather than wear something off the rack. However, I would never be caught dead in a dress; all my costumes were male-themed, for example, monsters, pirates, ghouls, but not girls.

When I was about 10 or 11 years old, one of the newspapers my Dad bought (the Daily News) began carrying weekly thumbnail-sized ads for 82 Club, a New York City nightclub that featured female impersonators. Each advertisement exclaimed, “[insert name here] is no lady!” (like the ad above) and contained a photo of a beautiful female impersonator.

Up until then, I was only familiar with the Milton Berlesque variety of female impersonation, so the advertisements fascinated me. The beauty and authenticity of the impersonators amazed me.

Every week, I anxiously awaited the appearance of a new 82 Club advertisement and I was seldom disappointed as male after male was shown transformed into a beautiful female.

I was so intrigued that a male could transform himself into a gorgeous female that I decided to experiment with female impersonation myself and soon I was slipping on my first pair of nylons and heels. Using my mother's and sister's wardrobes and cosmetics, I tried to transform myself into a young lady.

I enjoyed every minute of it, but I started feeling very guilty. None of the guys I knew did what I did. I wondered if something was wrong with me. (Sound familiar?)

But, I did not stop and I continued experimenting, while fine-tuning my femulating skills in the process.

And that’s my story.

(Caveat Emptor: This post is a re-post of a post from the past.)

Wearing Carolina Herrera

The letter G stands for Gobs of Good-looking Girls – so many potential “Not a Civilians?” that I could not select just one! Our leggy beauty (top left) hails from Galena (TX) High School, while our fashionable lass (top right) comes from Graham (NC) High School. The formally outfitted gal (bottom left) is from Guymon (OK) High School and our pretty Erik (bottom right) is out of Granite Hills High in El Cajun, CA.

What do these girls have in common that gives them away as not necessarily civilians: thinned and shaped eyebrows, just like the avowed femulator below.

Wearing Calvin Klein dress and Nine West Tomalah Ombre pumps for my May 6th photoshoot.

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Woman Within

May 13, 2020, 9:12 pm

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≪ Previous: My Start

We regularly receive women’s clothing catalogs from various online merchants. Whether we purchase women’s clothing for me or my spouse, we charge the purchase on my credit card. As a result, all the women’s clothing catalogs, not to mention all the wig catalogs, are addressed to me. It doesn’t bother me, but I wonder if the mailman notices? Especially the aptly named “Woman Within” catalog, a name that always makes me smile when I pluck it from our mailbox.

Don’t know why, but that reminds me of our niece who worked summers at Victoria’s Secret. She mentioned once that the store averaged at least one male customer per day who was purchasing bras and/or panties for himself and how their bra fitter frequently had to fit males for bras.

I was not out to our niece, otherwise I would have asked her for details. But it does indicate that our trans sisters have enough confidence to shop for themselves at “Vickie’s” and they are not alone. (I’ve often shopped at Vickie’s for myself and was fitted for a bra at the store our niece worked at, but not while she was on the staff.)

And so it goes.

Wearing Venus

H is for Hard to choose between these two “Not a Civilian?” beauties. “Corinna” hails from Hooks High School in Texas, while Miss Jim is from Harrison High in Evansville, Indiana.

Wearing Venus pleated sweater dress and Payless Janine pointy toe pumps for my May 6th photoshoot.

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Friday is for Femulating

May 14, 2020, 9:12 pm

≫ Next: Weekend Women

≪ Previous: Woman Within

What’s Good for the Goose Dept.

Woman are shaving their faces (and men are shaving their legs).

According to this Good Housekeeping article, “Face-shaving is totally normal for all genders.” The article proceeds to list the 10 best facial razors for women and girls like us, but says nothing about the best leg razors for men.

He’s a Lady Dept.

The directors and officers of my ham radio group, which I serve as a board member, newsletter editor and leggy secretary, usually meets in Dayton on Hamvention Thursday. Although Hamvention was cancelled, we are still going to meet via a videoconference, so I will be dressed pretty for my premier appearance on Zoom today.

The directors and officers of my group can be divided into two groups – six fellows who knew me as a guy (and now know me as a girl) and three fellows who know me only as a girl. The former treat me the same as they always did, while the latter treat me as a lady. The difference is so obvious – the latter group is very polite and conduct themselves as gentlemen when dealing with me. I love it!

Wearing Boston Proper

Our I, as in I’m “Not a Civilian?” is a Louisiana Lass, who attended Istrouma High School in Baton Rouge in 1968.

Wearing Dress Barn tunic and JustFab Sophie peep toe pumps for my May 6th photoshoot.

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Weekend Women

May 16, 2020, 8:19 am

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≪ Previous: Friday is for Femulating

How many of us are “weekend women?” Stuck in boy mode 8 hours a day, 5 days a week and then the weekend arrives and we can let our girl out.

I guess we all start out as “weekend women,” but discover that weekends aren’t enough, so we squeeze weekday evenings into our femulating schedules.

But that is not enough either, so we take vacation days and sick days off from work so we can experience womanhood more fully out among the civilians.

That’s not enough either and “full-time” beckons.

Some of us take that great leap and live as women 24/7, but most of us have to be satisfied sampling womanhood when we can on a part-time basis.

And so it goes.

As I wrote in my previous post, I participated in a Zoom videoconference on Friday, so I dressed pretty for the event.

Since only the upper third of me would be visible, I could have gotten away with just doing my hair and makeup and wearing a top and some jewelry, but I dressed up from head to toe as ca be seen in the photo above. The conference was scheduled to last for 7 hours with two breaks, so I figured it was a good opportunity to break in my new Nine West pumps, which I wore for the duration of the conference even though no one could see them!

Wearing Mimemoi

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Mothers and Sons

May 17, 2020, 9:12 pm

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≪ Previous: Weekend Women

According to the Daily Mail, the son of British poet Amanda Eliasch is taking the London social scene by storm – as a femulating singer. Charles Eliasch transforms into fabulous Evie Lake by night and has appeared as his flamboyant alter-ego at various cabaret nights.

Charles is Amanda’s eldest son by Swedish billionaire ex-husband Johan Eliasch, and his act is so convincing it has everyone fooled but his mother. That is Evie and his admiring mother in the photo above – note the family resemblance.

I wish I had a photo of my mother with me en femme. Mom was so pretty and I resemble her in many ways. We would make a stunning pair just like the mother and son in the photo above.

Thinking about all of the missed opportunities in my life saddens me.

Wearing Venus

J is for Junction City High School, Arkansas, where today’s “Not a Civilian?” beauty queen reigned in 1979.

Coffee, tea or me? During my May 6th fashion photoshoot, I also modeled the stewardess uniforms I have been assembling. I thought Trans World Airlines was the most appropriate airline for a girl like me, so I searched eBay for TWA accessories and obtained a TWA wing pin and TWA travel bag. I also obtained the generic stewardess cap via eBay.

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Women with their Gurls

May 18, 2020, 9:12 pm

≫ Next: The Photoshop Challenge

≪ Previous: Mothers and Sons

I started a new board on Pinterest called “Women with their Gurls.” It is a collection of pins demonstrating that femulating is becoming so mainstream that women now freely socialize with with femulators (“their gurls”). The pins on that board show cisgender women socializing with their femulating husbands, male wives, boyfriends, sons, male daughters, etc.

The creation of this board is a follow-up to a February post (“Guilt-Free Guilty Pleasure”) where I wrote, “Never before have so many males been so open about crossdressing... especially young males. They crossdress with great abandon and don’t care who knows it. And that encourages other males who may have been on the cusp, to try it themselves.”

And what’s more encouraging than your spouse or significant other being so supportive of your femulating that she is willing to socialize and be seen in public with her gurl! Works for me.

(By the way, there may be some bad pins among the pins I collected. By “bad pin” I mean pins that are not cisgender women with their gurls. Rather, they may be two women or two gurls and not a woman and a gurl. I tried to eliminate all the bad pins, but I might have missed a few.)

Wearing Venus

Our K gurl hails from Kingswood High in Missouri. Everything about her screams “Not a civilian” to me because I so identify with her. Like Miss Jones, I was overweight in high school, but it did not stop me from raiding my mother’s and sister’s closets, feminizing my male haircut, wearing Mom’s makeup and clip-on earrings and becoming the girl I so wanted to be.

Mom and Me

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The Photoshop Challenge

May 19, 2020, 9:12 pm

≫ Next: New York Dolls at Club 82

≪ Previous: Women with their Gurls

In my Mothers and Sons post, I wished I had a photo of my mother with me en femme. Meg threw down the gauntlet, “You're pretty good at photoshop. You should be able to make that picture.”

I accepted her challenge.

I had plenty of photos of moi, but I had no idea how many photos I had of Mom. After going through the family photo albums, it turned out not many.

I chose two photos for the effort. One, which I believe was her high school graduation photo taken in a photo studio, was from around 1940. The second, taken atop the Empire State Building, was from 1949.

The challenge was trying to make my relatively current photos look like photos from the mid-20th Century.

Turned out that the 1940 photo was easier to match than the 1949 photo. It took about an hour to achieve the results that appear in the previous Femulator slot. The Empire State Building photo accompanying this post took over three times as long and I am still not satisfied with the results, but the effort taught me some more about using Photoshop.

Wearing Venus

L is for this Lovely Lass from Lee High School in Columbus, Mississippi. Her perfect hairdo, makeup, figure and accessories gave her away as “Not a Civilian?”

Four of a Kind

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New York Dolls at Club 82

May 20, 2020, 9:12 pm

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In last Wednesday’s post, I mentioned that newspaper ads for the New York City female impersonator nightclub Club 82 sparked my fascination with female impersonation – so much so that I began experimenting with female impersonation myself. In response to that post, Paula sent me links to two recent articles (links One and Two) that recount the history of the venue.

From the articles, I learned that the nightclub became a rock venue in the 1970s. Both articles include links to a live performance by the New York Dolls at the nightclub.

The New York Dolls were one of the first glam rock bands. They sported femininely-styled hair, makeup and costumes. You wouldn’t give them a second look today, but back in their heyday, they caught the attention of this young femulator. I expected them to don skirts and dresses at any moment, but they never did.

But it turns out they did!

The video of the group performing at Club 82 shows the group’s singer, David Johansen, wearing a cocktail dress and heels. I don’t know if David donned a dress and heels on a regular basis or if it was a one-time thing in honor of Club 82, but there you have it!

(The quality of the video is poor. So I refer you to a better quality video of the group performing a different song during that same appearance at Club 82.)

Wearing Bebe

M is for this Marvelous Miss from Mount Enterprise High School in Texas, who is certainly “Not a Civilian?”

Frequent film and television femulators Fred Armisen and Bill Hader play sisters in the 2015 mockumentary Sandy Passage. You can view an excerpt on YouTube.

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Full-Time Job

May 22, 2020, 11:46 am

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Since there is no place to go these days, I only femulate about once a week. (That’s about how often USPS, UPS, FedEx or Amazon delivers something new and girly for me to try on! LOL)

Although I don’t femulate every day, being a part-time girl is a full-time job. Daily maintenance is a big part of it.

Every morning, I shave a different part of my body in addition to my face. For example, this morning I shaved my shoulders and breasts. Tomorrow, I’ll do my arms. Next day, my legs. Etcetera.

By shaving different body parts every day, I am not overwhelmed by the task of shaving everything at once on those days when I finally do femulate.

(By the way, I don’t have much leg hair to shave anymore. It wasn’t always that way; I guess that all the years of using Nair and Veet on my legs must have killed most of the hair.)

Back to daily maintenance...

After I shave, I apply three different products to my face and neck: moisturizer, eye cream and neck cream. To my appendages, I apply leg cream and hand cream.

Besides daily maintenance, there are other things I do to ingrain my femininity.

In boy mode, I will wear female clothing whenever possible. For example, today I am wearing women’s denim shorts and of course, I wear panties every day. Flyless shorts and panties ingrains another feminine habit – sitting to pee.

New shoes means I will walk around in heels for a day or two to break them in. During the secluded portions of my daily walks, I practice walking and talking like a woman. (I wish it was secluded enough so I could break in my heels during those walks!)

It's a full-time job – good thing I like my job!

Wearing Venus

N is for Not a Civilian, as these Southern Belles from Northside (TN) High School fill the bill. “Have you girls done this before?” asks the yearbook caption.