It took me some years to accept it fully but I am a cross-dresser. It’s not a word I particularly like and there are others like transvestite, tranny, etc, but cross-dresser is about the best. It’s a useful label and you know immediately what I enjoy doing.

I entered cross-dressing into Google. I have done that regularly in the past, but this time up flashed the Femesque link which led into this website, so if you know anything at all about cross-dressers you will readily understand that I would be immediately attracted by all the pink and feathers and lippy and heels and glamorous women. If you are now looking at the team and what they offer and you are a cross-dresser or even had thoughts about what it might be like to try out cross-dressing, and you are asking yourself, “Should I or shouldn’t I?”, do not hesitate; make contact! The people at Femesque are even nicer than they appear on the website.

Let me tell you about my own experience. Three or four weeks ago, wondering whether or not to take the plunge, I finally did make contact, first by email then by telephone and talked about how they could help me to choose and buy a wig, a critical purchase and something I’d only had limited success with in the past. It’s only really possible to do successfully when made up and wearing the right clothes.

So there I was in a leafy part of Aldershot weighed down with a bag of clothes and shoes, sounding the reassuring avon-calling doorbell chimes. Nicky took me into a room where I changed and had some tea. As I lay on a dentist’s type of chair she worked her magic on my face and believe me it needs magic. I suppose there are more pleasurable experiences in life than having one’s face, eyes and lips patted and powdered and painted by an expert who enjoys what she does, quietly chatting away as she works, but I can’t think of any.

But that wasn’t all. Lynne had collected some wigs she thought might suit. She tried a few out explaining why some styles and colours worked for me and why some didn’t. After we had made a choice she trimmed the wig and layered it. Then the big surprise – she took me into her hairdressing salon, a separate part of her business, and put rollers in my new hair! She sat me under the dryer with some women’s magazines and turned on the blower. That was a wonderfully feminine activity and one I had never dreamt of experiencing. When she had removed the rollers and teased my hair into shape I felt gorgeous.

Femesque is in a nice part of Aldershot. The premises match the attractiveness of their website – clean, modern and bright with a well cared-for, sheltered garden. What made the day for me was the team. After all cross-dressers want to be accepted as normal (whatever that is) human beings, and Nicky and Lynne treated me in the same way as the women who go to their salon, as though it is completely natural. There’s not the slightest hint of anything judgmental in their demeanor, rather the reverse, encouraging me to achieve the optimum feminine appearance. They are skilled in what they do, with the confidence to say what suits and importantly what doesn’t. They also enjoy what they do – which makes such a difference. And they are themselves attractive!

Have I been over-enthusiastic? No!
Don’t hesitate!
Make contact!

Penny