Going Cross Country For Cross Dressing

The first surprise was how many CD’s were there. SCC is one of the largest cross-dressing events in the country, and we were told that 850 gurlz were present in Atlanta.

It certainly looked it; in the foyer at any time; dozens of Amazon-tall gurlz were on parade, or chatting in groups. Let me tell you, there’s nothing more disconcerting that walking by a six-foot-eight person in a dress – in fact, add a tall wig and they’re almost up to 7 feet.

So the vast majority of these gurlz simply did not pass; they couldn’t. But most didn’t seem to want to. They were content to walk around, muscles showing, shoulders hulking, in their dresses and heels and bass voices. Very disconcerting at first. And it killed any interest I might have had in joining them in a dress.

Jane’s take was equally discombobulated. She couldn’t get over how plain most of the “ladies” were, yet how attractive they clearly considered themselves to be. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. Of course, a few – very few – looked stunning. And we had a couple of arguments over “is she or isn’t she?”, but they were rare.

Overall two main themes emerged for us.

The first was how seriously they take themselves. Jane commented sadly “no-one seems to be having any fun here.” (At least not during the day. We don’t know what happened in private, and there were certainly many late nights.) Instead, they all stood around, trying very hard to act like ladies, talking in small groups and checking each other’s dresses and make-up out, just like real women do.

By the way, a few chose to dress down during the day, but that merely revealed them squarely as guys in dresses. Not recommended.

Perhaps one cause was just how difficult it must have been to stay made-up and dressed all day. Certainly many must have had to run back to their rooms and shave during the day, which would mean getting all their make-up off and then back on again. Ouch.

The second theme was how marginalized the wives are. A few hardy souls came to the conference, but stayed cooped up in their rooms for most of the week. These women are totally unprepared for being married to a CD, and their lives are often in a shambles – more so if their spouse is taking hormones, with all the consequences that brings.

Jane spoke at a session on how wives might cope (one CD entered the room and asked loudly, “is this the session about coping with wives?” which about summed up the attitude). She later met with several wives in a hotel suite, and heard their tales. There were no programs organized for them, nothing for them to do.

A few said, “we’d like to go out too, to see places, but we don’t want to be stared at because of our tranny husbands”. It’s something the SCC needs to work on urgently for coming years.

Our take? Cross-dressing is inherently a selfish business. It’s all about the CD, and nothing for anyone else. That dismays wives and destroys relationships, but the average committed CD doesn’t care – he’s too much in love with his femme side. (Fortunately we have established a much more inclusive shtick, which we both enjoy.)

A few wives are supportive, but at the cost of subsuming their selves to his femininity. And that’s only for the toughest souls. The whole scene made Jane angry, then understanding, then sad. She’s advised CD’s for years, but coming face to face with so many at once was a major revelation.

All in all, interesting, but possibly for one day, max. No more.

By Greg, with the assistance of the always lovely Jane, who runs www.xtratalk.com.