May 1991 was a particularly memorable time for me. My divorce from my first wife had been completed and shortly after that I had discovered that I was a transvestite. Pam had known about my thing for shoes but other than us wearing each other’s jeans on occasion I had never really cross dressed. Briefly I had worn a yellow dress a couple of years previously and enjoyed it but that had been as far as my dressing went.
Now, I must explain the jeans thing: You see in those days both men and women were wearing what today would be called skinny jeans and Pam had a pair with zips at the ankles which was a particular favourite of mine. All jeans were unisex and no one had thought of making jeans girly by adding sparkly bits to them so Pam and I would grab the nearest pair of jeans and put them on. With the exception of the zip-calf ones I had no particular ambition to wear jeans because they were hers as we often would buy a pair each of the same style anyway. During the year or so we were married, I was completely oblivious to the fact that I was transgendered.
So there I was in May 1991 and I had just recently purchased my first wig, some make-up, a nice white summer dress printed with big flowers all over it and a pair of white stilettos. I was on my way to Martine Rose’s house in Sheffield to one of her monthly Friday night meetings. I had seen her in a leaflet I had picked up from a certain shop in Birmingham and I had also bought a copy of her magazine too. I had even come up with a name too: I had met Pam because she was my riding instructor and at that time I used to like to ride a horse called Tara. I was in love with her and would have bought her if I could have done and so for some reason I decided to adopt that name! Yes, I am named after a horse.
I eventually found the house after much stopping at phone boxes to ask directions, no sat-nav or mobile phones in those days! With a certain amount of apprehension and nervousness I knocked at the door and got ready to run. I don’t know why, I guess I was kind of in awe of Martine and her partner Kate because they were so “out there”!
This man with black hair opened the door and I realized straight away that it was her in drab. The second thing I realized that this person had no chest when from the pictures it looked as if she had her own boobs. Even though I recognized her, I still had to say that I had come to “see Martine”. She then asked me if I was Tara and commented that I had found her at last. I think that she was relieved that the phone wasn’t going to be ringing every 12 minutes or so. I sort of made a move to enter but she told me that they weren’t ready for visitors yet but there was another girl in the pub up the road.
I went in the bar first and there was no one in there so I went in the lounge to find an older gentleman sitting there on his own. I was taken aback slightly because by the way Martine was talking I was expecting someone en femme.
“Are you a friend of Martine’s?” I asked.
“Yes, yes,” He replied, “Pleased to meet you.”
We introduced each other and I don’t recall her name but I distinctly remember introducing myself in my femme name for first time in my life and it felt weird. She told me that she had been dressing for over 40 years and had been wearing lingerie even longer and showed me the female boots she was wearing under her male trousers. I liked the boots and wish that I had thought of doing the same but I have never felt the need to wear female lingerie under my male clothes. As we talked it became apparent that the meeting was going to be a party in the function room of a local pub. I nearly died on the spot and toyed with the idea of going home there and then. Go out in public? Never!!! She soon calmed my nerves and told me that the pub was a gay pub and that Martine and the girls had gone there so many times that the clientele knew them by name. This meant that the only parts I had to worry about was walking from the house to the car and from the car to the pub, over in a matter of seconds. I actual fact as the afternoon progressed I was actually starting to look forward to my outing.
We got back to Martine’s at about 5pm and after collecting my stuff from the car I was ready to get dressed. Doing it in the same room as another TV was an experience I found slightly strange but the other girl didn’t seem to mind and by the time I was nearly done, a couple more girls turned up and started dressing too.
By the time I had put the very last bit of lippy on it was nearly time to go down to the party. I was given a lift by another Tara, and the funny thing is her membership number was 316 and mine was 361! We arrived at the pub and found yet more girls were already there as they had all traveled from home en femme, something I thought I’d never be able to do.
The evening wore on and I met a lot of girls many of whom could not believe that it was my first ever outing of any kind. It is worth remembering that it was less than a month since I had discovered that I was a TV, no closet for this girl! I saw two very sexy girls at the buffet with perfect feminine figures in lycra dresses but when they turned round I thought that it was a TV and girlfriend, imagine my surprise to find that they were both TVs. One was so passable I was jealous until the slightly less convincing one said that they had both thought I was a genetic girl! I suspect that they were just being nice but I did get a lot of compliments.
It started to get late and the pub was getting ready to close so Martine told me that everyone were going to Rocky’s Nightclub but she would take me home if I wanted.
“What!?” I replied, “Go home? Are you mad?”
I was having such a great time that I was ready for anything and loving it!
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Quite a number of changes all within a month.
For those not in the know, some background on Martine Rose:
http://roses.repartee.tv/Roses.htm
For those not in the know, some background on Martine Rose:
http://roses.repartee.tv/Roses.htm
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That's a very enjoyable and intriguing story. Thanks Tara.
Back in college my girlfriend and I often exchanged jeans and flannel shirts. I didn't think of this as crossdressing as they were pretty unisex, and I distinguished this from the times I covertly wore her panties. I enjoyed the jeans and flannel shirts because they were her's and vice versa and occaisionally commented on it to other men in my dorm, some of whom did the same thing with their gf's jeans and shirts. This was early 70's when fashion left a lot of clothing indistinguishable by gender.
Back in college my girlfriend and I often exchanged jeans and flannel shirts. I didn't think of this as crossdressing as they were pretty unisex, and I distinguished this from the times I covertly wore her panties. I enjoyed the jeans and flannel shirts because they were her's and vice versa and occaisionally commented on it to other men in my dorm, some of whom did the same thing with their gf's jeans and shirts. This was early 70's when fashion left a lot of clothing indistinguishable by gender.
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Owing to popular demand, here is the same story with paragraph spacing. Sorry about the OP it was a cotton pastry from something I had archived for magazine publication.
May 1991 was a particularly memorable time for me. My divorce from my first wife had been completed and shortly after that I had discovered that I was a transvestite. Pam had known about my thing for shoes but other than us wearing each other’s jeans on occasion I had never really cross dressed. Briefly I had worn a yellow dress a couple of years previously and enjoyed it but that had been as far as my dressing went.
Now, I must explain the jeans thing: You see in those days both men and women were wearing what today would be called skinny jeans and Pam had a pair with zips at the ankles which was a particular favourite of mine. All jeans were unisex and no one had thought of making jeans girly by adding sparkly bits to them so Pam and I would grab the nearest pair of jeans and put them on. With the exception of the zip-calf ones I had no particular ambition to wear jeans because they were hers as we often would buy a pair each of the same style anyway. During the year or so we were married, I was completely oblivious to the fact that I was transgendered.
So there I was in May 1991 and I had just recently purchased my first wig, some make-up, a nice white summer dress printed with big flowers all over it and a pair of white stilettos. I was on my way to Martine Rose’s house in Sheffield to one of her monthly Friday night meetings. I had seen her in a leaflet I had picked up from a certain shop in Birmingham and I had also bought a copy of her magazine too. I had even come up with a name too: I had met Pam because she was my riding instructor and at that time I used to like to ride a horse called Tara. I was in love with her and would have bought her if I could have done and so for some reason I decided to adopt that name! Yes, I am named after a horse.
I eventually found the house after much stopping at phone boxes to ask directions, no sat-nav or mobile phones in those days! With a certain amount of apprehension and nervousness I knocked at the door and got ready to run. I don’t know why, I guess I was kind of in awe of Martine and her partner Kate because they were so “out there”!
This man with black hair opened the door and I realized straight away that it was her in drab. The second thing I realized that this person had no chest when from the pictures it looked as if she had her own boobs. Even though I recognized her, I still had to say that I had come to “see Martine”. She then asked me if I was Tara and commented that I had found her at last. I think that she was relieved that the phone wasn’t going to be ringing every 12 minutes or so. I sort of made a move to enter but she told me that they weren’t ready for visitors yet but there was another girl in the pub up the road.
I went in the bar first and there was no one in there so I went in the lounge to find an older gentleman sitting there on his own. I was taken aback slightly because by the way Martine was talking I was expecting someone en femme.
“Are you a friend of Martine’s?” I asked.
“Yes, yes,” He replied, “Pleased to meet you.”
We introduced each other and I don’t recall her name but I distinctly remember introducing myself in my femme name for first time in my life and it felt weird. She told me that she had been dressing for over 40 years and had been wearing lingerie even longer and showed me the female boots she was wearing under her male trousers. I liked the boots and wish that I had thought of doing the same but I have never felt the need to wear female lingerie under my male clothes. As we talked it became apparent that the meeting was going to be a party in the function room of a local pub. I nearly died on the spot and toyed with the idea of going home there and then. Go out in public? Never!!! She soon calmed my nerves and told me that the pub was a gay pub and that Martine and the girls had gone there so many times that the clientele knew them by name. This meant that the only parts I had to worry about was walking from the house to the car and from the car to the pub, over in a matter of seconds. I actual fact as the afternoon progressed I was actually starting to look forward to my outing.
We got back to Martine’s at about 5pm and after collecting my stuff from the car I was ready to get dressed. Doing it in the same room as another TV was an experience I found slightly strange but the other girl didn’t seem to mind and by the time I was nearly done, a couple more girls turned up and started dressing too.
By the time I had put the very last bit of lippy on it was nearly time to go down to the party. I was given a lift by another Tara, and the funny thing is her membership number was 316 and mine was 361! We arrived at the pub and found yet more girls were already there as they had all traveled from home en femme, something I thought I’d never be able to do.
The evening wore on and I met a lot of girls many of whom could not believe that it was my first ever outing of any kind. It is worth remembering that it was less than a month since I had discovered that I was a TV, no closet for this girl! I saw two very sexy girls at the buffet with perfect feminine figures in lycra dresses but when they turned round I thought that it was a TV and girlfriend, imagine my surprise to find that they were both TVs. One was so passable I was jealous until the slightly less convincing one said that they had both thought I was a genetic girl! I suspect that they were just being nice but I did get a lot of compliments.
It started to get late and the pub was getting ready to close so Martine told me that everyone were going to Rocky’s Nightclub but she would take me home if I wanted.
“What!?” I replied, “Go home? Are you mad?”
I was having such a great time that I was ready for anything and loving it!
May 1991 was a particularly memorable time for me. My divorce from my first wife had been completed and shortly after that I had discovered that I was a transvestite. Pam had known about my thing for shoes but other than us wearing each other’s jeans on occasion I had never really cross dressed. Briefly I had worn a yellow dress a couple of years previously and enjoyed it but that had been as far as my dressing went.
Now, I must explain the jeans thing: You see in those days both men and women were wearing what today would be called skinny jeans and Pam had a pair with zips at the ankles which was a particular favourite of mine. All jeans were unisex and no one had thought of making jeans girly by adding sparkly bits to them so Pam and I would grab the nearest pair of jeans and put them on. With the exception of the zip-calf ones I had no particular ambition to wear jeans because they were hers as we often would buy a pair each of the same style anyway. During the year or so we were married, I was completely oblivious to the fact that I was transgendered.
So there I was in May 1991 and I had just recently purchased my first wig, some make-up, a nice white summer dress printed with big flowers all over it and a pair of white stilettos. I was on my way to Martine Rose’s house in Sheffield to one of her monthly Friday night meetings. I had seen her in a leaflet I had picked up from a certain shop in Birmingham and I had also bought a copy of her magazine too. I had even come up with a name too: I had met Pam because she was my riding instructor and at that time I used to like to ride a horse called Tara. I was in love with her and would have bought her if I could have done and so for some reason I decided to adopt that name! Yes, I am named after a horse.
I eventually found the house after much stopping at phone boxes to ask directions, no sat-nav or mobile phones in those days! With a certain amount of apprehension and nervousness I knocked at the door and got ready to run. I don’t know why, I guess I was kind of in awe of Martine and her partner Kate because they were so “out there”!
This man with black hair opened the door and I realized straight away that it was her in drab. The second thing I realized that this person had no chest when from the pictures it looked as if she had her own boobs. Even though I recognized her, I still had to say that I had come to “see Martine”. She then asked me if I was Tara and commented that I had found her at last. I think that she was relieved that the phone wasn’t going to be ringing every 12 minutes or so. I sort of made a move to enter but she told me that they weren’t ready for visitors yet but there was another girl in the pub up the road.
I went in the bar first and there was no one in there so I went in the lounge to find an older gentleman sitting there on his own. I was taken aback slightly because by the way Martine was talking I was expecting someone en femme.
“Are you a friend of Martine’s?” I asked.
“Yes, yes,” He replied, “Pleased to meet you.”
We introduced each other and I don’t recall her name but I distinctly remember introducing myself in my femme name for first time in my life and it felt weird. She told me that she had been dressing for over 40 years and had been wearing lingerie even longer and showed me the female boots she was wearing under her male trousers. I liked the boots and wish that I had thought of doing the same but I have never felt the need to wear female lingerie under my male clothes. As we talked it became apparent that the meeting was going to be a party in the function room of a local pub. I nearly died on the spot and toyed with the idea of going home there and then. Go out in public? Never!!! She soon calmed my nerves and told me that the pub was a gay pub and that Martine and the girls had gone there so many times that the clientele knew them by name. This meant that the only parts I had to worry about was walking from the house to the car and from the car to the pub, over in a matter of seconds. I actual fact as the afternoon progressed I was actually starting to look forward to my outing.
We got back to Martine’s at about 5pm and after collecting my stuff from the car I was ready to get dressed. Doing it in the same room as another TV was an experience I found slightly strange but the other girl didn’t seem to mind and by the time I was nearly done, a couple more girls turned up and started dressing too.
By the time I had put the very last bit of lippy on it was nearly time to go down to the party. I was given a lift by another Tara, and the funny thing is her membership number was 316 and mine was 361! We arrived at the pub and found yet more girls were already there as they had all traveled from home en femme, something I thought I’d never be able to do.
The evening wore on and I met a lot of girls many of whom could not believe that it was my first ever outing of any kind. It is worth remembering that it was less than a month since I had discovered that I was a TV, no closet for this girl! I saw two very sexy girls at the buffet with perfect feminine figures in lycra dresses but when they turned round I thought that it was a TV and girlfriend, imagine my surprise to find that they were both TVs. One was so passable I was jealous until the slightly less convincing one said that they had both thought I was a genetic girl! I suspect that they were just being nice but I did get a lot of compliments.
It started to get late and the pub was getting ready to close so Martine told me that everyone were going to Rocky’s Nightclub but she would take me home if I wanted.
“What!?” I replied, “Go home? Are you mad?”
I was having such a great time that I was ready for anything and loving it!
It costs a fortune to look this cheap!