Becoming Femme: My Evolution as a Crossdresser

Explore the captivating story of a crossdresser’s journey towards discovering his femininity and becoming femme on Roanyer blogs.

Namaste, my lovely sissies! When I was a kid, I just wanted to wear my sister’s tops and skirts to feel the feminine vibe.

Time flew by, and at 10, I craved her lingerie. I just wanted to feel a bra on my chest, the v-cut panties in those soft girly colors; Uff!

Too much to handle for a 10-year-old sissy boy.

Later, I dreamt of being in her place, discussing fashion with her, and joining those girl talks with Mom and Sis.

At 18, I finally had my first breast forms, completing my feminity.

Why am I tellin’ you this?

See, as crossdressers, we become femme slowly, like other girls.

Growing up, we discover new sides of ourselves, just like puberty taught me I’m a gay crossdresser.

Connecting with others showed me we’re all different; each one of us has our style.

Through this blog, I want to share my journey of becoming a femme.

Who Am I?

I am a fashion blogger from Delhi, India, and my femininity is one reason why I am into fashion.

I never fit in anywhere else; I couldn’t see myself coding in offices, nor did I see myself hanging out with boys and being macho.

Internally, I have always been a sissy boy, very feminine and fabulous.

Everyone could tell I am a twink, and most assume my sexuality as well, but little do they know about my love for feminine fashion.

As soon as I am in my room, I am a crossdresser boy, and all I do is dress girly.

As an Indian, I like wearing sarees and adorning Indian jewelry like kangans, bindis, necklaces, etc.

That’s me, living a double life, juggling the masculine facade outside and embracing my true feminine essence inside.

My First Urge to Crossdress

It wasn’t some planned-out thing. It hit me at this family wedding – seeing my sisters getting dressed, the room was filled with feminine vibes, and I felt a sense of envy inside me.

I wanted to be part of their world, to share in the sisterhood, to experience the joy of dressing up and being one of the girls.

I’m there, feeling this pang of, “Man, I wanna be part of that.”

Later, I sneaked into my sister’s room and picked up her lehenga and some jewelry.

Back in my room, I try it all on. No kidding, it felt freakin’ amazing.

The lehenga, the jewelry – it was like, for the first time, I saw a girl in the mirror, not a sissy boy.

Staring in the mirror, with the lehenga all perfectly draped, I felt this rush, this buzz that we all feel when we dress.

And let me tell you, that moment was something wild.

That was the first moment I felt the feminine urge to dress, and from there, there was no turning back.

Crossdressing in Teens

My teen years were kind of self-discovery moments of my life.

I found out some things that even I didn’t know about myself, and my feminine urges were becoming stronger and more sensual;

I guess that’s the right way to put it; for example, I wanted not just to crossdress but crossdress sexily,

I started getting attracted to more intimate wears which I never felt before, I was craving for attention. At this point, I wanted to share my feminine side with the world.

It started with subtle experiments like looking for panties in mom’s closet, a quick try at my sister’s bra, trying to act like a baddie in front of a mirror,

you know, like twerking and all. I found solace and excitement in the quiet corners, stalking hot men and touching myself, feeling the feminine fabrics.

My inner girl was getting mature, I would say.

I started craving those moments, and it became kind of my escape; my masculine side was quickly fading away, and sometimes I used to forget that I was a boy.

Ahha, my teen years were the best time for me as a crossdresser, a tender exploration of my hidden sissy desires.

I remember roleplaying and acting and dancing on those Bollywood songs, wearing slutty outfits like deep-neck blouses and small skirts.

Teens were full of feminine sexual desire, and I was exploring that.

Crossdressing in my teens was fun not only because I was crossdressing more often, but it was fun as I was having the time of my life.

Shopping

I did a lot of femme shopping, something I could only afford in my late teens. I started with fibs about buying for an imaginary girlfriend or sister.

Walking into the women’s section felt like a mission, my heart racing as I picked out elegant tops, flowing skirts, and delicate accessories.

I remember the first time I bought skinny-fit jeans for myself. OMG, babe, I was so nervous and excited; only crossdressers have these feelings.

The feel of the tight jeans on my booty – it was intoxicating.

The secrecy of these shopping trips added to the amazingness of crossdressing. I was embracing my femininity with open arms.

The world saw me as a fashion-forward blogger, but hidden inside was a girl.

Understanding Autogynephilia

Imma be honest with you: I discovered a lot of things about my body in my teens, but autogynephilia was something most unique.

It was definitely like my first-period moment; oh yeah, totally, babe. I still remember no one was at home that day.

I had the urge to crossdresser the moment my family went out, but this time it was different.

This time, it was not just in my brain, I had a feeling down there also.

I ran into my sister’s room, put on a little makeup and her nighties, laid down, and started touching myself and the rest;

I didn’t wanna go down the rabbit hole, but yeah, that was strange for me girl, and then after like ‘finishing up’  there I was, late at night, sitting in my room,

stumbling upon a term that hit me – ‘autogynephilia.’ That day, I found out that I was not just a crossdresser; it wasn’t just about dressing up.

That day, I found out the reason why I felt excited when I saw myself in feminine clothes.

But I am going to be honest with you: I never liked this label. It is something natural to me, and I wanted to keep it like that.

TG Porn and Hypnosis

This is the time when I transitioned to becoming femme, from being a sissy boy to a sissy woman.

When most of the boys around me were talking about actresses and women, all I had in my mind were trannies, sissies, and sissy hypnosis.

I discovered self-pleasure like a woman. I must say, in becoming a femme, TG porn and hypnosis play a very important role.

It was more than just content; it validated my hidden desires, where my imagination about myself ran wild.

The hypnosis videos were on another level, and the impact they had on me was profound.

Every time I used to do a sissy hypnosis, I came out more feminine. I used to lie down, headphones on, letting ASMR words wash over me,

picturing myself as a total slut. It is the best escape for us.

My Dating Life as a Crossdresser

Okay, I am going to be honest with you, babe: dating as a crossdresser is not easy.

I dated both as a boy; I never really liked it but dating as a crossdresser was fun, oh so much fun.

Special respect for men who treat a sissy boys like a woman. Some men adored me and my sissiness, and I would be lying if I said it was all good.

I did find some men who were total trash. So we have to choose carefully, babe. It’s not all glitters out there in the real world.

Final Words

So here I am, living a life different from most people around me.

One thing I have realized in my journey to becoming a femme is not everyone is going to like me because we live in a complex world around awfully complex folks,

so it’s better to stay happy by yourself rather than depending on someone else for your own happiness.

Sissy friends, we gotta be sexy and savage.