I have read many crossdresser stories over the years but my favorites are the ones launching for the first time. It is kind of like an NAVY F18 being catapulted off the deck of an aircraft carrier. You are committed and there is no turning back!
The other day I read a story on Crossdresser Heaven by a young lady named Megyn who documented her first time out in public. It brought back many memories of crossdresser stories I have heard from others over the years. All of them including my own are remarkably similar complete with fear, paranoia, trepidation and everything else that goes with it.
OTHER CROSSDRESSING STORIES
Years ago when my adventures were just starting and I was a very new member of CHIC we had a secret meeting. None of us were told the reason just that wives and guests were not allowed, members only. In those days we had our meetings in the back room of a restaurant on the outskirts of Los Angeles. After dinner we were instructed to drag our chairs over to one side of the room and form a circle. It was then that the club president revealed purpose of the secret meeting. We were each given five minutes to tell our crossdresser stories and I remember thinking how I would fill the five minutes. It seemed like I had just uttered the first word when the time keeper gave me the one minute left warning.
For all of us there it just started flowing once we began talking with about 25 crossdressers nodding in agreement. It was all very familiar regardless of their age and two of the older members stand out in my memories of the night. Linda who I had only spoken to a couple of times approached me to say that I had told her story even though I was probably 30 years younger. She was very successful in radio and television so I was really impressed. Beatrice also older which the name kind of tells you said something similar to Linda. Beatrice was special to me because she flew B 25 Bombers over France and Germany during WW2 completing her 25 missions and returning home.
My life was not that interesting or impressive but it was comforting to not only know that based on those and other crossdresser stories I was in very good company. Others had walked the path before me and felt the same exhilaration along with fear, paranoia, trepidation. However, the further back you go the more serious the risk and consequences of being discovered. It is a long fall from being hailed as a hero bomber pilot to ridiculed as sissy Tinkerbell but, they knew that and did it anyway!
Most of the members there that night are gone now but I am confident each would have enjoyed Megyn’s experience remembering their own crossdressing stories. Maybe 100 years from now it will be different and nobody will even glance at an obvious crossdresser walking down the street in a dress and heels which, will be wonderful. If so it will be a long time coming on a road paved by others before them so enjoy it ladies. For those interested I have added some historical context on the CHIC50 project I am working on.
So to Megyn and others current beginning their crossdressing stories. YOU GO GIRLS!
