After a few school years of stealing the odd moment at home when the parents were out or away for the weekend, I got my first job and, subsequently, a vehicle. This gave me a new freedom to get outside of the local neighbourhood and explore further afield.
Around my 21st birthday, after a few more years of dressing / purging through my teens, I finally accepted that I wasn’t going to rid myself of these feelings. Instead of fighting it I decided to embrace my femme side and see where it too me. I had got hold of a tranny mag from somewhere (I can’t remember where!) and inside was an advert for Transformation shops. At this time they had a shop in Bristol which was around an hour down the M4. I decided to go, so I saved up for a couple of months and headed down there.
I was REALLY nervous all the way there, but also excited to see how things would turn out. It would turn out to be a day of firsts for me: the first time I had my photo taken (see below), the first time wearing a wedding dress, my first time with make-up done properly, the first time being dressed in front of someone else and the first time meeting another dresser.
The shop was situated on a fairly busy road made up of mainly residential but with a few shops, including Transformation.
I parked up and gathered myself. Walking in was nerve-wracking but I was soon put at ease by the warm welcome. I really felt like the girls in there understood what I was going through. I was great to just talk openly about dressing, as well as other things. After a coffee I decided on being a bride for the day because the dresses looked so femme.
I ended up having a really great day of just being me and not having to worry about people turning up unannounced. I was so relaxed sitting on the shop floor, I even got talking to some of the other customers as they came and went.Something I couldn’t have imagined doing the day before! The real eye-opener was meeting a couple of other dressers, which resulted in some experiences later on in my dressing life that I’d previously not really considered – a story for another group. I also got some great tips on applying make-up.
Now for a moment of revelation: as I was sitting writing this I had a sudden recollection that I had long-since forgotten – the first wedding dress I ever wore was my mothers’. I can’t remember at what age this was but I guess I must have been 9 or 10 and I found the dress and decided to put it on.
How strange is it that I should remember that now?