Beyond the makeup, clothes, and all the lacy lingerie you could ever pick out, the most personal thing a Crossdresser gets to pick out is her name. Out of all the things I have picked up over the years for my feminine persona my name is the most personal. There can be a million different reasons for a million different Crossdressers for how they chose their name, Some have picked old Girlfriends, movie stars, and even family names. And although it seems small, the name is how you present yourself to the world.
Yes, I had known I was a crossdresser since about the age of 7, but up until the year 2000 (17 years later) I was never able to talk to other people like me. Here on the internet was people who had embraced their female side to the point of giving themselves names, something up until this point I had never really thought of before. Also, my Crossdressering was still a touchy subject at this point. I was still very much was uncomfortable with it but it was evolving.
I decided that it was time for my femme side to have a name but I would be lying if I told you I remember all the variations I had come up with or that I had put a ton of thought into it. There were a lot of Jenny’s, Lisa’s, and Rachael’s, but I wanted something different. My exact line of thinking is lost to me now but somehow, someway I finally decided on Anastasia.
Anastasia (from Greek Ἀναστασία) is a feminine given name and the female equivalent of the male name Anastasius. The name is of Greek origin, coming from the Greek word anastasis (ἀνάστασις), meaning “resurrection”.
Until writing this post I had never before looked up the meaning of the name Anastasia, but now it seems the name may have struck more on the head of the nail than I knew. It was a type of resurrection as I was really finally accepting this side of me and now I was putting a name to it. It would no longer be that thing that I did and hated later on.
Anastasia stuck around for about 4 years. I spent many long nights staring at the computer screen chatting to like-minded people. I learned so much in this short amount of time. I wish I remembered more from this time but I did not have the sense of acceptance of myself then as I do now. At this point in life, I didn’t even own any clothes of my own as it was always more important to make sure our rent was paid than getting any extras for something that I was still not totally sure about.
Almost at the end of 2004, there was a shift and I became tired of Anastasia. I think it was just more evolving to the point where I am in today. I think I hurriedly picked Anastasia just so I could fit in online, but on some level, I knew it was not really the name I wanted. I would love to say that my next name came to me as a great epiphany or in a dream-like it was some sort of cosmic intervention, but alas it was not. It is more likely that I saw it on a sign in our local town and for some reason it got stuck in my head
Cynthia is a feminine given name of Greek origin: Κυνθία, Kynthía, “from Mount Cynthus” on Delos island. It can be abbreviated as Cindy or as Cyndy. There are various spellings for this name.Cynthia was originally an epithet of the Greek goddess Artemis, who according to legend was born on Mount Cynthus. Selene, the Greek personification of the moon, and the Roman Diana were also sometimes called “Cynthia”.
Some Crossdressers go through tons of names before they find one they really like and others never pick a forever name and prefer to change it as much as their clothes. For whatever reason, Cynthia became cemented in my mind and I never looked back. I cannot find the exact date when I took the plunge but my first email sent as Cynthia to a salon in my town was November 25, 2004. Sixteen years late I am still Cynthia (sometimes) and I don’t see that it will change anytime soon.
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