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Musings of a Singaporean Transgender


Hello fellow sister,

This is a letter to you, especially if you're relatively new to crossdressing or have been in the closet for the longest time. 

While our origin stories and the winding routes that we take through life are different, we all share a single commonality; our penchant for wearing women's clothes. It may have started inexplicably when we were 5 years old, or it only started in our 20s as part of a dare. But regardless, the activity of dressing up as a woman brings us great joy.

There is an unparalleled thrill solely reserved for us crossdressers when we unwrap our online purchases, to slide that new little black dress up our body and step into a pair of stilettos. The heart thumping in the ears and the quivering fingers as you feel the rear zip enclose your body in the dress. How is something deemed so wrong by society able to feel so damn right?

We live in a world that isn't fully accepting of our proclivities, but it is slowly changing. For the Singaporean readers, while our country is conservative and generally does not encourage expressions of gender identity beyond the binary, it is a relatively safe place to be if you are a member of the LGBTQ community. Some domestic violence or ostracisation is still present, but we don't need to be worry about having a gun pulled on us if we go out in public. With easy access to information on the internet, each generation is becoming more aware of the gender spectrum and non-binary nature of sexuality; with awareness comes greater ease of acceptance and gradual normalisation. While the reality is that male to female crossdressers and others in the transgender spectrum face the biggest challenge, we are progressing forward, inch by inch. 

Take your time to figure our who you truly are, your likes/dislikes, your tastes and desires. You might identify as transgender, femboy, non-binary, sissy, genderfluid, crossdresser or any other labels that society has conjured up over the years. You might be sexually attracted to women, men, both genders and everything in between. Or you could be confused about your inclinations, swinging from one to the next. In your explorations you may realise that your sexual appetite is kinkier and more out of this world than what most folk can imagine in their wildest dreams.

And that's ok.

You might be much taller or larger than most cis-women and extremely self-concious about certain parts of your body that holds you back from going out in public. While being petite and slim does help in being passable, watch a few seasons of RuPaul's drag race and you'll realise that the biggest or buffest guys can slay on the runway. And remember that cis-women also come in all shapes and sizes.

Many of us carry around a mountain load of shame, built up over the years. Shame for seeing a pretty girl and wishing you were her instead of your rougher male self, only to chide yourself for not being a "real man", being weak for giving in to such sinful thoughts. Shame from passer-bys' lingering stares that confirms the niggling thought at the back of your mind; that you aren't passable and people easily recognise you as a guy. Shame for wanting to do what society deems as "depraved". It's very normal to feel that way after years of programming by society to behave a certain way. I'm still working through my shame, so continue to work on yours too. 

Remember, this is your life. While we are accountable to the people closest to us and have different responsibilities, this is the only life we have and we have to live it to the fullest (sorry readers who believe in the afterlife or reincarnation). So make plans to be financially secure and enjoy the female side of you, hopefully in public too. 

Most importantly, love yourself, always.

We are all cis-men who love to wear women's clothes, and that's ok. After all, women's outfits are f***ing gorgeous and better than boring men's clothes 😆

Yours truly,
Isabelle

I was listening to a podcast that people do not talk enough about death when they are healthy, which results in problems when a sudden unfortunate event throws everyone and everything into chaos. This triggered random and rather morbid thoughts that I've always had. If I were to meet an untimely demise tomorrow, how would Isabelle's friends know that she is no longer on this world? Would my sudden silence in group chats and social media hint to friends that something untoward has happened to me? Or would they speculate that other circumstances have made me decide to socially purge Isabelle's existence? Given my current age, the latter seems a lot more likely. But if suspicions start to grow, how would Isabelle's friends even get the closure to their speculations? (assuming they needed such a closure). Would my friends be sad that they have lost a friend in life? Or was Isabelle's existence superficial and fleeting, like footsteps on a sandy beach; easily washed away and erased with each wave. Hopefully not. 

Thinking about death is a bit sad as it triggers all manner of emotions. But it is a good thought exercise to help prepare for the future. It made me wonder, how I would plan my posthumous activities.


1) What would I do with my female stuff?

If I could, rather than donating them to salvation army or selling them, I will give away all my stuff to fellow crossdressers who could put them to good use. I've accumulated quite a lot of women's clothing over the years. Counting everything that is in good condition, I have at least 40 outfits (majority are dresses), 10+ wigs of various designs, hippads and breastplates that are very usable, 5 pair of heels and a whole bunch of accessories that would make more than a few crossdressers very happy (after all, these are the items that have brought me so much happiness and joy over the years). 


2) Would I take the secret to the grave?

I did consider having a final request for me to be dressed up and cremated as Isabelle in a beautiful white gown. After all, though I could not be a woman in life, I could be one in death. But that might be a bit too much for my family to take since none of them knows of the secret. It's common for the top of the casket to be open for friends and relatives to pay their final respects. Imagine the shock/horror/disgust/incredulity when they walk past and see me as my female alter ego in there. So probably not such a great idea to leave my immediate family to explain and deal with the fallout of such a shocking public revelation. And since I'm dead, I'll be unaware and unable to help explain the reasons behind my dressing, leaving my family to face and clean up the "mess". So definitely no public revelations

As for coming out to specific people in my life, it will depend on who it is. Currently, only my wife knows of my crossdressing. So in terms of family members, I have my parents, my sibling and my kid. While I could reveal it to my parents and sibling posthumously, they probably would have enough to deal with already and don't need to be saddled with this revelation. There is no need for my secret to taint the good memories that they have of their son/brother. While my dad might be able to rationalise it, my mum is very religious and will struggle to come to terms with my crossdressing. As for my sibling, I think acceptance shouldn't be an issue, but not a must to know.  

I definitely want my kid to know about Isabelle at some point in the future though, when my kid is older and understands gender and its nuances. Because of how important my kid is to me, a secret as big as my female alter ego Isabelle should be shared. I want my child to know other facets of me, that would give a more complete picture of me as a father. My continuous struggle with gender dysphoria since young and the slow-blooming of Isabelle as my female alter ego has shaped the way I think and behave. It might help my kid understand my actions and behaviour when I was still alive (while I have taken great pains to hide Isabelle from my kid, small things will invariably leak out. This is an interesting article on the BBC about parents that kept the nature of the family business secret from their children). If my kid turns out LGBT in the future (never say never), knowing of Isabelle's existence might help to bring greater acceptance. 


3) Will I want to reach out to Isabelle's friends?

Definitely yes. Isabelle has made a few close friends in the crossdressing community and I feel like I owe it to them to inform of my demise. This would bring closure to the sudden silence. And perhaps, similar to how I feel grateful to have them as my friends, they also would feel happy to have had Isabelle been a part of their lives. I will definitely need to rely on my wife to reach out to them via my social media accounts. 

The other avenue that I want to reach out is a final farewell post through my blog, to conclude what I feel is one of the legacies I will be leaving behind. While my blog isn't widely read (given the subject nature), it is a collection of my thoughts and musings. It is a piece of me, immortalised in prose (well, that is until the Internet no longer exists or Blogger gets shut down). 


4) Would I regret having not lived/experienced my female self fully?

No. Could I have done more? Definitely. But do I regret not having lived? I don't think so. Isabelle has had her time in the sun. I have done much more than I have ever thought possible when I was in my youth, checking off many items in the bucket list. Isabelle has blossomed over the past few years, and despite inching ever closer to my 40s, my continuous struggles with dysphoria and some regrets (e.g. not doing proper skin care when young), Isabelle is currently her most confident and beautiful iteration. 
Back in 2019 I attended my first large scale gathering of crossdressers in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Jointly organised by Malaysian and Singaporean friends, it was the annual bilat event that sees attendance of 40+ crossdressers from both sides of the causeway, all dolled up to the nines. I made some good friends in the community whom I've continued to chat with regularly despite having only met them once during that gathering. Due to covid, work and life, I've never been able to join subsequent gatherings since, so when the opportunity for a 3D3N solo trip came along I decided to head to Kuala Lumpur once again to meet with old friends (sanctioned by the Wife of course. She called it my "Eat, Pray, Love" trip. Not the right reference, but it was a movie about a solo trip of self-discovery). 

I planned for my 1st night to be at a fancier hotel so I could do an indoor photoshoot in a nicer setting, while the remaining nights were at a budget friendly hotel within walking distance of the major shopping areas.

Day 1 - Photography
Being mindful of the potential checkpoint jam due to the long weekend and not wanting to waste any time, I began my drive towards Kuala Lumpur at 5.30am. I cleared both border customs in record time of 15 minutes, which was very shocking as that has never happened in any of my trips to Malaysia (perhaps going in early is the way to go). Stopping only for a coffee and toilet break, I reached my first Kuala Lumpur hotel at 10.30am. Fortunately they had an available room so I got to check in super early. The hotel was located in the city fringes so there weren't too many sights for me to explore which was fine since my primary objective was to take fancy photographs within the hotel. After a quick lunch and nap, I ditched my male trappings and began the transformation into Isabelle. 

Self-portraiture using a DSLR on a tripod and flash photography isn't the easiest thing to do. Not only do I need to do my own makeup, I have to set up my photography equipment, use my handphone as a timed wireless-tether to trigger the camera shutter, while being the model being photographed. This is something I do regularly at home and they tend to be long drawn 4 to 5 hours events with around 200 photographs taken. And this was exactly what I did at the hotel. I started at around 4.30pm and after multiple outfit and position changes in the room, I finally called it quits at 11.30pm as I was too hungry and tired to continue. By the time I changed back to my guy mode, ate my cup noodles for dinner and rolled into bed for that sweet glorious sleep, it was already 2am. Was it worth it? Definitely. You be the judge.

(The dress I was going to wear for New Year's Eve. Photo taken of me from behind)


Day 2 - New Year's Eve
I originally planned to wake up early for a morning photoshoot by the hotel pool in a bikini (which would have been awesome), but there was no way in hell my middle-aged body was going to survive another day with 4 hours of sleep. So I opted for a late morning lazy breakfast, before I checked out of the fancy hotel and headed into central Kuala Lumpur. The second hotel was unable to cater for an early check-in, so I spent a bit of time wandering around Lot 10 and Pavilion mall to suss out the shops and potential places Isabelle could go shopping on the 3rd day. The latter had a Parkson Elite with a huge array of fancy dresses and cheongsams so that would be my go to. Day 2 however, was New Year's Eve and the main event. 

My friends had pre-booked a small table in a club/bar from 8pm till late. Events like this are hard to come by for us crossdressers, so looking like a million bucks was an absolute must. After nearly 2 hours of makeup, accessorising, sticking on fake nails and slinking into a sliver sequined mini-dress, I stepped out into the hotel lobby feeling like an absolute Queen.

I linked up with my friend and we headed over to the bar. Tapping on a nondescript door that looked like a maintenance access, it opened to reveal a fancy corridor that led to a swanky looking venue. I never understood the concept of a speakeasy, but I suppose some do enjoy the feeling of exclusivity. Also, this place was LGBT friendly, so being a speakeasy was probably a slight benefit in the more conservative Malaysia.

And so the night began! My guy self might be a homebody, but Isabelle...she loved looking glam and she loved the night life. There was a live band with a male lead singer who sang many suspiciously closet gay songs (there was George Michael - Careless Whisper, Lady Gaga - Bad Romance, Cher - Do you Believe). The food was surprisingly tasty for a bar so we stuffed our faces with food to hit the minimum spend (rather than drink ourselves silly). 

(Look at this fancy cocktail!)

As we enjoyed the music, food and vibes in the bar, we chatted like a bunch of old friends, despite it being the second time we've met each other. We spoke of how life was treating us, of other crossdressers old and new, of future gathering plans, of the scary but heady experience of coming out to cis-gendered friends, etc. And before we knew it, we started the final countdown to the new year, which was capped off with a bang by a cabaret show (Nicki Minaj/Ariana/Jessie J's Bang Bang really riled the crowd up). The DJ started playing clubbing music and people began dancing in front of the stage with the cabaret performers and each other. Isabelle couldn't help but join the crowd on the dance floor, jiving and moving with revellers. We finally decided we had our fill of fun at 2am, bade each other farewell, Happy New Year and parted ways.


Day 3 - Shopping
The 3rd day was considerably uneventful as it was a dedicated shop/eat/relax day. I didn't remove my red stick-on nails when I went for breakfast at the hotel in guy mode, so I got a number of stares from other guests sitting near me as I ate my nasi lemak. This was the first time I ever did something this bold, but I didn't care or feel nervous about it. The beauty of a being in a foreign country is that I will never meet any of these people in my regular life and there is very low chance of meeting someone who might recognise me.  

For my casual shopping trip, I chose to wear a recently purchased black denim babydoll dress that came up to mid-thigh, a style that is pretty popular recently in Singapore and very suited for shorter crossdressers like me. One thing I noticed was that a lot of people still wore masks in Kuala Lumpur despite the Covid pandemic being largely over (perhaps around 70%?). So in order to blend in I also decided to wear a mask when wandering around Pavilion mall. 

(Definitely not my best mirror selfie, but the only one I took that day)

I was still feeling tired from the earlier two days, so there wasn't a huge motivation to go crazy shopping. Plus the public holiday weekend crowd also sapped my energy a bit (I dislike crowds). So I zoomed in on my main objective of cheongsam shopping...which unfortunately reminded me of how unforgiving cheongsams are. A perfectly tailored cheongsam on a lady looks incredible; poised, classy and shows off womanly curves (just look at Maggie Cheung from the movie "In the Mood for Love"). But with the wrong material, design or cut, it is so very easy to look matronly, too top heavy, or *gasps in horror* like a Bak-zhang (Hokkien for rice dumpling. Looking like one means looking swollen with all the meat and fats wrapped too tightly) I'm quite slim and have decent curves with help from my hippads, but none of the cheongsams I picked made the cut. Also, they all cost $100 and there was no way I was going to spend that amount of money unless I was going to look a smashing 10/10.

(The tasty tasty Bak-Zhang. But eat too many and you'll start to look like one)

By 5pm, I was utterly drained and decided it was time for Cinderella to finally transform back into a fella for good. After a simple dinner, I met up with my friend again and ended the day with another chit chat (this time we were both in potato mode) over a milkshake from Five Guys.  


Wrap Up
My 3 day solo holiday to Kuala Lumpur was the longest consecutive period I have spent as Isabelle (which also included sleeping in nighties that I brought for the trip). Though it was quite tiring due to me being overly ambitious, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I've always wanted to celebrate New Year's Eve in a sequined dress as Isabelle and I did exactly that, checking off another item on my bucket list. I'm not sure if I will get another opportunity to attend the next annual crossdressers gathering or go overseas dressed as Isabelle, but I'll make a wee bit of effort to see if my schedule (and life) allows me to. In the mean time, I'll need to think of more things to add into my significantly shortened bucket list.

Occasionally I have younger crossdressers message me to say they wished there was a local community or event that they could join, to meet others who understands them and to hang out enfemme. I tell them that there is a community in Singapore, but they will need to reach out through social media, as the community stays largely private and away from public eyes. However, I had a rethink of whether I used the term "crossdressing community" appropriately. The local crossdressing community isn't so much a community, but a collection of individuals belonging to scattered cliques that occasionally overlap. Over time, some gradually expand as new crossdressers join the group, while others become inactive and die out due to various reasons, such as internal disagreements, lifestyle changes of group members, or lack of leaders who actively organise gatherings. In its heyday, local crossdressers had Sggurls; perhaps the largest and most active since the advent of the Internet. It had a core group of crossdressers who organised annual gatherings that were as large as 30 - 40 people comprising of all ages, at different stages of their crossdressing journeys. But over time, the group splintered into other groups due to internal disagreements (so I heard). None of the splinter groups achieved the same amount of success, nor have new groups ever since. I belong in a few local groups and I have seen them try to expand, but they never seem to successfully grow beyond 10 members. Attrition rate is also high, with members deciding to leave or slowly becoming inactive and "ghosting" due to reasons unsaid. This shows the immense challenge in keeping a community alive and convincing people to stay on once it begins to grow beyond a certain size. 

In order for a community to form and take root, a number of ingredients are required:
  1. A common activity that everyone can associate with
  2. A welcoming, well-moderated safe space where anyone interested in the said activity can turn up, regardless of skill/experience
  3. Incentives to gather needs to outweigh the inertia of not doing anything and the fear of turning up
Of the 3 criteria, the first is easily met. Regardless of motivations and style, we all like to dress up and be our prettiest self. The second criteria is a bit more challenging, since it requires community leaders who put in effort willingly to keep the doors open, whilst maintaining a certain safety and privacy standard that allows those who joined to feel safe and comfortable to continue to remain. The third criteria is the most difficult to achieve but is absolutely critical; without strong enough incentives to meet, even the best community leaders will also lose interest over time and dissolve the glue holding all the individuals together. 

The primary incentive to meet other crossdressers is to feel a sense of belonging with others who not only understand the pain of hiding the "shameful" desires, but partake and enjoy the very same activities that we take so much effort to hide. There is only so much one can do dressing up alone before it starts to feel lonely. So we reach out to other crossdressers through social media to exchange stories and tips, acknowledgement and praise, all in a bid to build a connection and eventually do things together enfemme. Newbies still in the closet hope to be able to discover a safe space outside of their bedrooms to dress up, those who have been out publicly want to go shopping, clubbing or enjoy high tea as a group of girlfriends, while the more sexually inclined want to meet new crossdressers to enjoy kinky time. Our reasons for crossdressing vary, but fundamentally it is the desire to be seen by others that incentivise us to gather. 

Each person however, has as much staying power in the general "public" community as they have incentives. The greater the incentive, the more people are willing to overlook issues present in being involved within the community. Unfortunately, there are many issues that disincentivise crossdressers from being part of the public community and growing it.


Main issues faced
 
1) Lack of a proper venue to host and meet up: Most locations are too expensive (e.g. hotels), too small (bars), too public (regular restaurants) or inaccessible to the point it discourages people from turning up (e.g. Changi village chalets). Even if the stars align and a sizeable venue is found, organisers run the risk of being unable to recoup costs due to no shows. Crossdressers are unfortunately, terribly shy and some do get cold feet near the date itself. This means that successful events with more than 10 persons are rare (at least to my knowledge). If individuals cannot meet regularly in a larger group setting, it is difficult for a larger community to form.

2) The crossdressing community is tiny in Singapore: If you subtract those who are so far in the closet they cannot fathom even meeting others, as well as those who transitioned and shed their ties with most other crossdressers to move to the next chapter of their lives, you're looking at an even smaller group. Finding new crossdressers to join whilst keeping longstanding members from leaving the public space after they have established their own little cliques is therefore not an easy task. 

3) We are exceedingly superficial and selective of who we want to meet: Everyone wants to meet and hang out with the young, slim guys who make the prettiest crossdressers. Those who are older or a lot more masculine therefore have a greater tendency to get sidelined or find it challenging to connect with those who are new, unless they are someone well known, respected or a mentor of sorts in the community. The wide skill gap between the experienced and newbie crossdressers also pose a chasm that is hard to bridge. Experienced crossdressers who have honed their skill in passing as female typically do not want to hang out with fledgling crossdressers with no makeup skills and look like a guy who threw on a dress for laughs at Halloween, since the latter will likely attract unwanted attention when out in public. It is also harder to discern whether the newbie crossdresser is truly interested in learning and improving, or an admirer throwing on a dress as a trojan horse to get into inner circles. What we see then is a developing of "standards" known only to existing members that any new crossdressers must meet in order to become part of the group. While such "standards" can range from essential (e.g. new member must be a crossdresser and not an empty account looking to voyeur) to superficial and arbitrary (e.g. only pretty crossdressers can join), the more standards are imposed the less open the group, meaning that it becomes difficult for the group to grow beyond a certain size. 

4) One of the strongest incentives to continually meet new crossdressers is sexual...but not everyone shares this motivation: I am not saying that wanting to meet for dress-up sex is bad; there is nothing wrong with wanting to meet other adults for consensual sex. Rather, because crossdressing related sexual desire is such a strong driver, it has the unfortunate tendency to encourage the most predatory individuals to continually reach out to newer entrants in the community, who are also possibly more naive. This in turn causes crossdressers who aren't looking for sex (at least not in their first few encounters) to be extra cautious when reaching out and meeting others.

The problem of sexual predators being drawn to the role of community leaders and event organisers is similarly faced by the kink community, although there are differences which makes it even more challenging for a strong crossdressing community to form. For kink, sexual desire is a core driver for everyone; it is clear that everyone is seeking to find a safe space to play out their sexual kinks and thus sex is freely discussed without shame. There is also a the mantra of "safe, sane, consensual". Although not everyone practices this, it is a constant reminder to everyone that this is how things should be and the (bad) reputation of offenders tend to spread very quickly within the kink community. Individual identities are also fiercely guarded through the use of nicknames and taking/posting of photos are not allowed unless given explicit consent (policing of infringements is an entire issue altogether of course).

For crossdressers however, we can be broadly split into 2 groups based on our core motivations; those who only want to do regular girly stuff (i.e. entirely SFW), and the group who wants to do regular girly stuff AND have dress-up sex together. The former sometimes view the latter group with suspicion ("Are you talking to me to try to get into my panties") and perhaps an unjustified of sense superiority ("I'm better than you because I am straight and don't try to touch your pee-pee"). Even if the former group have sexual desires stemming from crossdressing, they don't freely talk about it because it is not socially acceptable and doing so immediately means one is no longer "straight" (this of course is a misconception...sexuality is not so binary). The lack of a common principle governing all crossdressers and non-existent policing in local groups by spreading the word about unsafe individuals and calling out predatory behaviour to make the space safer for new entrants means that it is down to the individual to be the gatekeeper of personal safety and identity security. This creates layers upon layers that we need to peel off during initial interactions to discover each individual's motivations and "trustworthiness", which becomes inertia for crossdressers to reach out and meet new ones in the community.

5) Little to no economic benefit: Sometimes I call crossdressing a hobby. Even though it is much more than a hobby to me, the way I participate and interact with other crossdressers is very akin to other hobby groups such as scuba diving; we meet for meals, chat about regular life, exchange tips and techniques, share information about "gear", help and encourage each other, etc. Unlike most hobbies however, there is little economic benefit to establish a name for oneself by making the effort to become an expert in crossdressing and to grow the local community. The "gear" we spend money on is sumptuously offered by the fast fashion and beauty industry which is impossible to compete with. Active crossdressers in Singapore barely number in the hundreds, with those who are out of the closet typically in their 20s - 30s (i.e. limited free time due to work, has some spending power but more willing to spend on clothes than events). Running events for profit for the crossdressing community is definitely not profitable. The incentives for individuals in the community to run an event are therefore for the fun of it (read: once off), or to meet new crossdressers for sexual escapades.


Will the crossdressing community thrive?

I think that the crossdressing community will continue to be the way it is; small scattered cliques that gradually expand or die off over time. It sounds a bit sad, but we simply aren't numerous enough to form a substantial community, and the incentives to do so is heavily outmatched by the disincentives and factors that threaten to tear apart the community after it has formed. Even if Singapore becomes more liberal and crossdressing is viewed as a less shameful activity, it will take a while before we have an open and thriving crossdressing community. That said, I do hope to see the younger crossdressers taking up the mantle to attempt to grow the local community.

This post is a bit more complicated than most of my other posts, so I'm certain some of you will have differing points of views. Feel free to comment to share some of your own perspectives

To be honest I was considering whether to write about this or not. 

I have mentioned before that crossdressing is just like any other hobby, where people with a shared interest chat, meet up and participate in the activity that brings them so much joy. However, there is one major difference which sets it apart. The unfortunate reality is that when we crossdress, we take on a female name and persona of our own creation. Isabelle is my creation and my circle of friends who crossdress also know me as Isabelle. Although the thoughts and experiences I share with others in my chats, as well as my blog posts are true, I am ultimately still hiding behind a facade; no one really knows my real name, what I do for a living, as well as other aspects of my life. Such a separation of male and female lives is my isolation by design, and a strategy that many other crossdressers also adopt. This is because, it allows me to completely cut-off all ties should the need arise. Because the risk of my secret hobby being made known via another party (intentionally or accidentally) to relatives, other circle of friends or worse, colleagues, is too high for me to bear. Like any other friendship, circumstances can turn it sour. In especially bad scenarios, it can become hateful. Crossdressing is quite a superficial hobby and many who partake have different priorities, objectives and complicated life-stories. I've heard way too many stories of animosity developing over time within the community and in the same chat groups due to differing views or plain cattiness. As a fair amount of private info can be shared within such groups, being too open would increase my risk profile. I cannot fathom the regret I would feel if someone were to out me to my relatives/friends/colleagues. Even if such an action would brand the person a pariah, the damage would be done. 

As such, even if someone is willing to open up to me or share their personal phone numbers, I usually find it hard to reciprocate, since our risk profiles are different. The other party may already be out of the closet, careless with secrets, single (and thus do not need go worry about partners), or worse; catfishing. Whereas I'm only out to my wife and plan to keep this delicate balance for the rest of my life. I generally don't chat with or add profiles on social media that cannot be corroborated with other known crossdressers in the community, don't show their faces, or hide behind heavily AI-edited photos (i'm looking at you FaceApp). The irony is that if my younger self were to reach out to my current self now, I may very likely ignore my younger self (oops). 

This behaviour might be viewed as being uppity by some for not replying to messages/chats or accepting friend/follow requests on Facebook or Instagram, but I simply cannot adopt a careless attitude with regards to privacy.

That said, it is possible to have close friends within the community. I've seen some groups in the community who spend a lot more time together than with their other circle of friends and hanging out not only to crossdress, but to enjoy other aspects of each other's friendship. This is really great and comforting to see. Friendships is more than just a shared hobby. Hopefully in your journey, you find your own close knit group of friends.

I decided there was a need to write about this topic after a friend shared her unpleasant experience with another sister within the local crossdressing community. It wasn't the first time I've heard about what I would consider "unacceptable behaviour" by another sister. 

Crossdressing is a very niche interest and the community is tiny. Many of us take great solace in the social aspect of dressing up together, creating a safe space where one can let loose, be themselves and trust each other with our deep, dark secret that our closest relatives and friends do not know about. However, there are actions I consider to be unacceptable behaviour as a member of this small community. At its most harmless, it is an annoyance to the victim. At its worst, these unacceptable behaviours are borderline criminal.  

I will not cover illegal activities, such as stealing of women's clothes, attempting to take upskirt or partially undressed photos of other women in toilets. Such cases, which we read in the news far too often, are obviously criminal and will be dealt with swiftly by the law once found out. 


1) Non-consensual touching

The friend of mine shared that she was on the receiving end of non-consensual touching by another crossdresser, during a dress-up gathering in a hotel room (due to the inability to crossdress at home, it is common for hotel rooms to be booked by one or more sisters for a dress-up session / gathering). The incident occurred unexpectedly when she was alone in the room with the other sister, taking her by surprise as she had thought she was in a safe space. In her state of shock, she did not pack up and leave immediately. She was touched / grabbed inappropriately a few more times despite her protests, before she finally snapped out of her shock and made the decision to leave.

Although we are biologically male under the dress, padding and makeup, when we crossdress, we shed our male self and take on a female persona. Our movements are less harsh, our mannerisms more gentle. We feel female not just physically but mentally, but it means we can also feel more vulnerable.

It is undeniable that crossdressing is a sexually exciting activity for many in the community. For this majority, slipping on hoisery, zipping yourself into a mini-dress and strutting around in high heels usually has the potential to get one's engine going.  If the goal of a gathering is to crossdress together and partake in sexual activity (be it just touching or full blown sex), as long as it is between consenting adults, it is perfectly acceptable, and crossdressing together could be a fun, sexually charged experience. The problem arises when the touching is non-consensual, thereby pushing it into the realm of sexual harassment.

Having a common hobby is no excuse to touch another sister without obtaining consent. Neither is the fact that crossdressers have a tendency to wear outfits bordering on skankiness, drawing inspiration from the sexually-inclined male mind and the need to be over-compensate using hyper-feminine clothes, with the laciest lingerie, shortest mini-skirts and sky high stilettos. As is the case for women, don't blame the perpetrator's lack of self control on the victim's style of dressing. In fact, there is no excuse at all to touch someone else inappropriately without their consent.

My suspicion is that some of these sisters know very well that for many in the community, crossdressing usually has its roots in sexual arousal. By luring young / new crossdressers with the prospect of a safe space and care from a fellow sister, they can create an opportunity to touch the youngling, in hope that this physical contact could, tempt the trusting newbie to partake in sexual activity in the moment of headiness. One could argue that such actions is part of the chase, or part of helping another sister get over her self-denial and break out of her shell. Any sexual fun that results is between consenting adults. But what if the person being touched doesn't want to be (and yet is repeatedly touched)? Or does something she regrets? 

Let's put it this way. If a guy inappropriately grabs or touches a lady he does not know, or even a female friend without first obtaining consent, it is considered molest and a criminal offence (I'm no lawyer, but that's my layman understanding of things). Unfortunately, the fact that [1] crossdressers are basically all guys,  [2] non-consensual touching incidents between crossdressers tend to take place in hotel rooms or in clubs/bars, and [3] the secrecy surrounding this taboo activity we partake in makes it difficult for the "victim" to come out to anyone or make a police report (in severe cases). 


2) Stealing photos

This behaviour baffles me. Why would you steal another fellow crossdresser's photograph and pass it off as your own? One reason I can think of this "identity theft" is to catfish admirers on social media such that they can enjoy the attention, praise, get off on sex-texting, or perhaps try to obtain gifts in the process. 

There is one notorious crossdresser in the local community who has edited her face onto other crossdresser's photographs and posts the edited version on social media, claiming the photo to be of her. Like...why?! I know apps can do a face swap, to see how one might look with a body of a K-pop star, or wearing an ancient chinese princess outfit for the fun of it. But using other's photos and passing them off as yourself seems to take it to another level 😐

I suppose one can argue that this is the risk of social media. The moment it is shared on the internet, even if the account is private, there is a chance of your photos being downloaded and sent around. So if you share it with someone or on social media, you need to be ready for it to be shared in the public domain.


3) Outing someone

This is one of the worst crimes a crossdresser can inflict upon another. Maintaining privacy is a high priority among many in the community, and for good reason. Male to female crossdressing is not widely accepted in society. As much as society is slowly becoming "woke" and "liberal", the reality is that Singapore's society (family, school, workplace) in general still isn't very accepting of mtf crossdressers. More often than not, we are viewed as weird, unnatural, or worse - perverts.

Leaking out of a crossdresser's identity to family members, friends or colleagues can be potentially very damaging. Just like squeezing toothpaste out of the tube, there is no way to "unsqueeze" the toothpaste; the secret is revealed and damage is done. There is no way to justify such behaviour, even if the reveal was done accidentally (how can one be so careless with other's secrets?). If it was done intentionally, then whoever did so had malicious intent and needs to be branded a pariah in the crossdressing community. 


Wrapping Up

One could argue that what I described above as "unacceptable behaviour" is merely my opinion, and I should get off my moral high horse. Who am I to be the judge of what is acceptable or not in the crossdressing community? I suppose that could be true; I sometimes do sound like a goody-two-shoes. But in my book, these behaviours I described are red lines that I don't think should be crossed. For newly minted sisters just opening their own closet door and reaching out to others in the community, these are some behaviours to be wary of.
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