And here is the portrait of Blanche, whom I had the honor to feminize for her very first time. She arrived heavily loaded with a bunch of clothes, but especially with a wedding dress, which she wore wonderfully. I had a divine moment; her sensitivity deeply touched me.

How long have you wanted to feel more like a woman?

I have always admired the femininity of my mother, and especially my godmother, a dancer in clubs, very beautiful in the 80s.
I watched them enter the bathroom to get ready, and I eagerly waited for their exit with their enhanced faces, their outfits emphasizing their shapes.
What power, this ability of transformation and seduction!

Admiring femininity is what comes back most when I think about these 45 years.
In the end, I had many more female friends than male friends; I was in love with some of them when I was a teenager, and they all gently rejected me saying, "I love you too much to date you, I want us to stay friends because I enjoy talking with you."
It was surely a part of Blanche talking with her.

I am still friends with most of them after all these years, and we see each other regularly.
It was with one of them at university that Blanche surfaced one evening in our student room on a bet; it’s a good memory.
Then another time in the final year with another one, yet another good memory.

It was in this period, at the end of my studies, that the social pressure arrived, and I buried Blanche.
I met the woman who would become my wife and give me 3 children, I found my first job, and family life began.

Being the head of the family is a heavy burden; you must feed, set an example, educate, be a pillar without weakness, climb professional ladders, and take the social elevator. You must not make mistakes and must bear the pressure.
We are taught to fit into an established social framework and to stay there; "others are marginals and nonconformists, they will achieve nothing," my parents used to tell me.

When did you decide to take action?

Then came a trip to eastern Paris, Blanche appeared one evening and searched on the internet to make an appointment with a professional makeup artist accepting travestis to try and take a step forward.
She read and reread the pages of transbeauté, incredible!
A sanctuary of peace for travestis and transgender people really exists!

Tense and anxious, I called Jennifer after an email.
Here I am partially reassured after this short interview of a few minutes and SMS exchanges.
She seems to understand me. The appointment is made.
I arrive on time for the appointment, I stammer, I panic, Jennifer helps me carry the suitcases of clothes, she sorts through them then selects some outfits while making me feel at ease.
I change into the first outfit she suggests, and she proceeds with my transformation with great kindness.
Shy and impressed by her magic, I speak little, I feel confident, I am filled with joy.

Blanche exposes herself, I observe her reflection in the mirror, it’s incredible.
Now we have to pose in front of Jennifer’s camera, Blanche has never done this…
Does Jennifer also enjoy photographing Blanche?
Outfits come one after another, I begin to relax, the nervous laughs at first become natural and more frequent.
Blanche hesitates but dares. Often feelings of embarrassment and shame come back and overwhelm me, but Jennifer comes to Blanche’s rescue, she reassures her, supports her, and offers without forcing.

At the end of the session, Blanche puts on the wedding dress bought on a whim, which she never managed to adjust alone. Jennifer helps her; it’s a first for her too in her studio. Wearing a wedding dress is the pinnacle of femininity, let’s try!
The lacing gradually constrains my body to bring out the femininity that is inside me, I give myself up. At that moment, there is only Blanche in the studio with Jennifer.

Blanche, still hesitant, walks and turns; the heels have started to hurt her feet after these 2h30, she sits on the table with crossed legs, closes her eyes, head back to rest a minute or two.
I am Blanche, out of time, out of my reality, without pressure, laced in this dress, dependent, fragile and at the same time confident: I enjoy the moment, I feel good.

It’s time to say goodbye to Blanche.
We chat with Jennifer, with whom I spent a wonderful moment, I struggle to express my feelings and joy, I thank her at length.
She helped me unlock some psychological barriers, and on her advice, I spoke in the following days, for the first time, about Blanche to one of my gay friends.
As Jennifer had predicted, although surprised, he welcomed me warmly and reassured me. One more step forward.

What have I brought you in this stage of your life?

My meeting with Jennifer will remain forever etched in my memory; there are beautiful encounters in life with open-minded and caring people that we never forget, and Jennifer is now one of mine.

Thank you, Jennifer.