November 2015

Nov 201520

Skincare and Eye Care

Skincare and Eye Care There is nothing better for your skin and eyes than a good night's sleep, so if you have any problems getting a full 7/8 hours' worth try taking Valavuin herbal tablets, or alternatively mix 2 teaspoons of apple cider vinegar into half a cup of honey. You can store this in a glass jar, and simply take 2 teaspoons full before you go to sleep. Ageing of the skin is caused by the tight collagen structure gradually breaking down, which then does not retain moisture so well, leading in turn to drying and lack of elasticity. I'm wearing reasonably well I'm told (!) so let me tell you what I do to keep my skin and eyes in the best condition possible.

First, the Face: It is absolutely essential to cleanse your skin thoroughly at night. Just think - if acid rain, traffic pollution and lead etc can kill trees and erode stonework, what can they do to your skin? Use a good hypo-allergenic cleanser, as you need to cleanse the eye area as well. Whether you use a wash-off variety or one you wipe off with cotton wool is up to you, but do ensure any cotton wool you buy is 100% pure, as cheaper brands will have other material mixed in which will irritate your skin and eyes. Next, go over your face with toner on cotton wool, and be amazed as yet more dirt and oil is removed. Next spray your face lightly with mineral water. You can buy Evian Water in aerosols, or simply use a small plant sprayer, kept solely for this purpose. Now you need a good cream which will seal in the moisture and penetrate the top layers of skin. If you are in a position to use our hormone cream then so much the better, as the oestrogen content will reduce the pore size and improve the texture. In the morning use toner and again apply a moisturiser, and if you can wear make-up then so much the better - it has the double benefit of sealing in the moisture and protects your skin from pollutants in the air. Your skin also needs vitamins gained from exposure to sunlight so do ensure you get enough fresh air, but do not confuse this with sunbathing / tanning, as this is terribly harmful and causes premature ageing. Another definate no-no is smoking - it ruins your skin and gives an unpleasant odour to your clothes and hair. Avoid too much alcohol, it dehydrates your skin and destroys vitamin C. Fice alcohol units is the absolute maximum, and only half that amount if you are on female hormones. You are what you eat so do try to eat a balanced diet with plenty of vegetables, fresh fruit, fish and poultry, avoiding too many fried foods (which cause greasy skin) or sweets (which can cause complexion problems).

Next, The Eyes The outstanding feature of most transvestites and transsexuals is the eyes. Normally, both groups have longer lashes than ordinary females, so you should look after your best asset carefully. This is what I do depending on whether I am going out or not. The Tea Bag Trick Simply wet two tea-bags (it doesn't matter how many perforations they have), lie down and place one on each eye for 10 minutes. This takes away puffiness and dark circles miraculously before you go out for the evening. Cool Cucumber Cut 2 thin slices of cucumber and put one on each eye for 15 minutes, and then splash eyes with cool water. Especially good if you have been out in bright sunlight or have been working at a computer screen etc. Finally, The Body: Skin is the largest organ in the body. Not only does it keep all the ugly bits inside, but it is alive. It is full of tiny holes (pores) which let moisture out - but not in, thankfully, otherwise taking a bath would make you fat. It really is worth looking after your skin, and this is my regime: Bathe daily in warm (not hot) water, washing with a good brand of liquid soap. Once a week use a loofah and exfoliating cream. Your skin should be bright pink when you've finished scrubbing, and all the dead skin will be removed. Use a pumice stone or skin file on any hard skin on your feet. Always add bath oil to the water after washing, and soak to get a coating before getting out and patting dry with a soft towel. Use a good cream to seal in moisture. If all this sounds like hard work, it's not. It's very pleasurable, especially if you can get someone else to rub in the body cream! Give up some television time to ensure you follow this regime - you'll look better and feel better, and that's a promise!

Nov 201520

New Year Celebration - Transgender Story

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Transgender Story

During the festive period there is always a lot more socialising than usual and, while this is all very nice, in my case there is an element of reluctance in accepting invitations - it means the loss of that marvellous contentment I can have when at home alone. With a lot of persuasion I agreed to join several friends for dinner and to celebrate the New Year at a local hotel. But how can one really be enthusiastic when, as soon as I had on my dress shirt, I was wishing it was a blouse of silk and lace, the bow tie - a beautiful necklace - and instead of the dinner suit, a gorgeous satin skirt [but then I changed my mind and decided a pretty cocktail dress would be more suitable].....and so the thought went on and on and remained with me all night. After an excellent seven course dinner, which took up the most of three hours, I soon became rather bored trying to show interest in my male friends conversation and wandered off into the ballroom. It was great to see so many people appearing to be really relaxed and enjoying themselves, but standing there was poor me, very much on guard with myself, and as always so envious of the girls of all ages, thinking of all the pleasures I had missed. On returning to the lounge it pleased me to settle down amongst the ladies of the party for another drink or two and join in all the chatter of local gossip and other subjects such as christmas presents, the food we had all just managed to consume, dieting and clothes etc. It did not take long for me to mention my few rather dull presents, but I did admit to having treated myself to one, a pair of shoes. How I wished I could have described them truthfully and told them they had 2 1/2 inch heels. They just couldn't understand why I too was seriously going to stick to a strict diet for a while, but I knew it was for exactly the same reason as theirs. Although it did go through my mind that I might have an advantage in that an extra tug or two on my waist clincher would help to do the trick for the time being. It was a little disappointing when they started talking about clothes because they could not have thought very much about my imaginary 'lovely dress' as it naturally never got a mention. Instead, I had to accept a few unwanted compliments about my smartness which only made me wonder what the gossip would have developed into if it had beem realised how I was hating having to spend so long in a suit. Especially that my 'black socks' actually covered my legs finishing up over satin and lace panties, and that under the so called smart shirt were two very lonely skin supports anxiously awiating those treasured miacle boobs left behind at home. Midnight came with all the usual merriment and greetings with kiss after kiss for all the girls, but of course not even a peck for me. Back home in the early hours, my suit disguarded, I was soon in bed looking at the undies, blouse and skirt I had put on a chair ready for me to make a really satisfying start to the year, even if only for a short while after a few hours sleep. I then relaxed and rolled over onto my back with one hand resting on my tummy, the other caressing the sweet embroidery and lace on the bodice of my nightie and what had reappeared on my chest. After turning out the light, I curled up and went into dreamland of how much nicer the evening could have been if only.......and then suddenly, I felt a strong arm find its way under my shoulder coaxing me to turn over, and soon I was enjoying a New Year cuddle and a loving goodnight kiss. Yes, even in my 70th year I still have lonely dreams and with that most comforting one, I dropped off to sleep a happy woman. Lesley

Nov 201520

All You Need

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ALL YOU NEED

All you need to - our top ten for convincing femininity. With over twenty years experience in transforming men into beautiful women you can rest assured that with our expertise, knowledge and high quality products you will be able to transform yourself at home into a convincing female. Our female figure moulding, transforming and feminising products have been developed, designed and and manufactured exclusively by Transformation. Our aim being to give you that amazing convincing look and all over feel of a real lady. Many first time visitors to the website and our shops are a little overwhelmed by the array and choice of products. If you ever get a chance to visit one of our shops then you will be offered a one on one personal advisory service by one of our friendly mature female staff, who will show you all you will need for convincing femininity. To assist you on this site we have listed below our top ten items that you will need from "head to toe" to achieve your dream of convincing femininity. 1.1. Most important of all - breasts. If you can afford the best then it has to be our "Creme De La Creme" silicone breasts. Plus with our adhesive kits you an even experience the joy of going bra-less. 2.2. For that hourglass female waistline you will need a tight lacing corset. This will pull your waist in by up to 8 inches (20cm). 3.3. To hide and tuck away your maleness you will need one of our realistic vaginas or maybe a cache sex 4.4. For those essential female body shaping curves, our hip and bottom shaping garments will give you extra inches, where you need them - on your hips and bottom. 5.5. Beautiful lingerie silky, lacy, satin, sheer and see thru. You will need a bra, knickers, suspenders, petticoats and slip. Why not include a basque. Not forgetting your hosiery - stockings or tights, sheer, seamed or fishnet. 6.6. Top clothing. With so much to choose from, including short sexy mini skirts or clingy lycra dresses and fun uniforms. 7. 7. Footwear. Court shoes, sandals or boots. From one inch to six inches. If it's your first pair we would suggest no higher than four inch heels. You will be amazed how feminine and slender your legs will look in a pair of our stilletto heels. 8.8. Your crowning glory - a beautiful wig. Long or short, curly or straight with hundreds to chose from you are sure to find what you are looking for. 9.9. Cosmetics. A must have is our miracle cover kit, to hide your dark shadow areas. Then we would suggest our complete Transformation make up kit. Not sure where it all goes or how to apply it? Then include our make up lesson DVD or vhs video. 10.10. Then finally remember "Accessorise to Feminise". Every woman just loves wearing jewellery. Include a pair of our dangly clip on earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, a ring and last but not last a hand bag.

Nov 201520

Linda's Transvestite Story

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For many years I was a closet tranny, never venturing out of the door or dressing in front of my family, but when I got to my middle forties I decided to pluck up courage and go out at night when my family were away. I had secretly been buying clothes for a long time, but if I was to start going out, I had to try to do it properly. I already had a nice black skirt from C&A, A-line as was the fashion in the early eighties, and knee length. I bought a matching blouse from Paige’s and a black velvet jacket from Marks and Spencer. I’ve still got a very old wig which my wife had left to be thrown out.

I needed to get something to walk in as the only shoes I had were from the sixties or a pair of very high and strappy stilettos which were too awkward to walk in for any distance. I did the rounds and finished up with a pair of 3 inch stilettos from the Clock House at C&A. Just an ordinary little black court shoe – I’m a size six and a half.

I already had some good underwear, a few accessories and some makeup items. I just bought a a nice new pair of black tights and I was ready to go!

I spent the afternoon getting ready – having a bath, shaving my legs and body, etc, then it was time to get dressed. I took my time with my makeup (which I’m still not very good at) but at last I felt finished. I was very nervous, but my mind was made up. I went downstairs, poured a martini and waited until the lights had gone off in all the surrounding houses. I live in a small village on an even smaller estate, where everyone knows everyone else. It would be disastrous to be found out as I’m sure all closet trannies feel.

At last the coast seemed clear. I gingerly opened the front door and ventured out onto the step. I live in a large circle at the end of a cul-de-sac and had previously decided to go for a walk round the block, which is about half a mile.

The three inch stilettos were really comfortable and I had no trouble walking in them. After all these years they are still my favourite shoes. I have had the tips renewed several times.

I enjoyed feeling the air around my legs and the movement of my skirt. It was lovely.

I made it safely back home, poured another martini and sat down to savour what I had just done. I had done what I had wanted to do for decades – I had been out as a woman.

I’ve been out many times since – over a hundred, but nearly always on my little late night walk round the block. A few times I’ve got a little more adventurous and taken the longer walk down to the main road and the bus stop.

Eventually I wanted more. I wanted to be seen, but not found out. I chose a rainy night and went out a little earlier than usual. The rain was useful as I could use my umbrella to hide behind. Still just on my little walk round the block. When I was nearly back home a neighbour drove past in her car. She had seen a woman walking up the road with an umbrella and shoulder bag. Still in the three inch stilettos. Diane had seen me and never gave it another thought. I felt great!

Shortly afterwards I went out in my pale blue flowered sundress under a different black jacket with a ‘Classic Woman’ label inside. Even the label makes me feel good! My dress has a wide mid-length skirt and before I went out I wasn’t too happy with the way it was hanging so I put on an extra petticoat. That made me feel a lot happier.

By that time we had had new and much stronger street lighting put in our road. Nevertheless my confidence was growing and I set off without worrying. I had only gone about thirty yards when I became aware of a young neighbour walking along on the other side of the street. He was looking at me. I just carried on. Stuart must have thought I was worth looking at. I was pleased I’d put on that extra petticoat! Naturally, I was wearing the three inch stilettos again. He probably heard me coming before he saw me!

As we went through the nineties skirts got shorter and some of my older dresses were again wearable. It was fabulous to go out in a short skirt. Something which I had never dared do when I was younger. No, I don’t dress like a teenager, but its acceptable now for the older woman to wear things which are in fashion. I bought a couple of new skirts to bring me up to date – a plain black velvet and a green/grey check from M&S and a short black waist slip from BHS to go under them.

One night whilst wearing my black skirt I went a bit further than usual along the main road to the post. (I really did have an important business letter!) A few cars passed and I felt terrific at having been seen in a short skirt and heels. I was wearing a pair of sling backs which didn’t hold my heels very well and I hobbled quite a bit. It was winter so I was also wearing 60 denier black tights which had become the in thing.

As I was walking back up the entrance road to the estate, which is quite steep, I was suddenly flat on the ground. I banged my head quite badly on the footpath. My wig came off. As I got slowly up, I felt a dampness and realised that it was blood from where I had hit my head. The sling backs had stayed on, so I put my wig back, gathered my bag and walked as fast as I could back home. The walk was quite painful.

When I saw myself in the bathroom mirror I couldn’t believe the size of the gash above my right eyebrow. It was deep and looked as if it had been done neatly with a knife. I still have a slight mark. I eventually managed to stop the bleeding, which had been quite profuse and stained my blouse badly, and started to get undressed. To my amazement I had badly grazed both knees, but the 60 denier tights were unscathed!

I was lucky not to have been knocked out. What would have happened if someone had come across this unconscious, unbewigged but fully dressed tranny doesn’t bear thinking about. The next day I went to the doctor for a checkup and was pronounced fit but lucky. He asked if the wound had been stitched, as it had come back together so neatly.

It was the second time I had fallen while dressed. The first time was when trying to run in those strappy four inch stilettos I mentioned earlier. Needless to say, I don’t go out walking in sling backs anymore!

My desire to dress was still as strong as ever, but for a while I didn’t actually do it. Then I went out and bought a pair of boots from Shoe City and could not resist going out in them straight away. They are so comfortable. They are the kind which come just up to the back of the knee. I walked quite a bit further than ever before and again was seen by about ten people in cars who took no notice.

On the way back I met some other people out walking. I could hear male voices coming towards me and I felt vulnerable both as a tranny and as a woman.

I decided to cross to the other side of the road, probably as any other woman would. They just passed by deep in their own conversation and never bothered with me. Another car went by and I felt reassured.

While I was walking back up the hill towards where I had previously fallen, another car came up from behind and stopped right alongside me before turning towards a private drive on the opposite side of the road. I carried on walking. I heard a female voice which I recognised. It was Denise saying goodnight to her boyfriend.

They must have had a really good look at me, being less than four feet away when the car had stopped beside me. I was wearing natural coloured glossy tights which could be seen above my boots and below my skirt, which finished just above the knee.

This was my closest contact yet and again no one seemed to bother. I must have passed for a woman without a second thought.

Again I didn’t dress for a while, but the desire remains so strong. As I’ve got older I have had to go up a dress size. My favourite at the moment is a plain little black number which I bought in Littlewoods. It hangs above the knee and is tailored from the bust.

Yesterday I decided it was time to see if I could still get into into it. I had bought a lot of new accessories while on holiday in Majorca in the summer. New rings and clips, an ‘L’-for-Linda chain, a new watch as my old one had given up and a lovely Moschino shoulder bag with a leather and chain strap. I had also bought some new fashionable ankle strap court shoes from BHS which I wanted to try.

Yes the dress still does fit me. Its a bit tighter that I would like (what woman doesn’t think that), but still very much wearable.

So here goes for another night out. Having read the good advice on the Transformation web site, I wanted to go out earlier and be seen more. It took a while to get ready. As I said before, I’m still not very good at makeup, and if more people are to see me I want to look my best.

Under the dress I first put on my Wonderbra knickers into which I always put a pantie liner. After that comes a lovely M&S underwired body which is really comfortable. It doesn’t open at the crotch, which makes it difficult to go to the toilet, as I have to get virtually undressed. It’s not too bad if I’m wearing a dress with a long back zip, but most inconvenient if I’m in a skirt and top!

Then come the 60 denier tights I mentioned before (it’s still winter) followed a lovely little full slip which I’ve had for years, but it is very pretty and the right length to go under the dress. All in black, of course.

At that stage came the makeup, followed by the dress and the wig. Its time I bought a new wig. I’ve been looking at the Transformation catalogue and quite fancy a Selina in medium brown. Must make a point of visiting Bury Old Road again!

I topped off my ‘Classic Woman’ jacket with a nylon scarf and a fashionable little round hat from M&S.

After all this it was later than planned when I was ready to go out. I’ve recently had new windows and doors fitted, so I had to transfer the correct key to my ‘Linda’ keyring. I set out but had only gone a few yards before I realised that the new ankle strap shoes with 4 inch heels were not for walking in yet. I’ll have to wear them around the house for a while.

Back home I decided upon Plan B, which was to get out my knee length boots. This done, and after renewing my lipstick and a few shots of my new ‘Woman’ perfume which I had also bought in Majorca, out I went again. Round the upper part of the block and down towards the main road. The boots were not quite so comfortable as I remembered them, but probably because it had been a long time since I had worn heels.

I got down to the main road and heard male voices. Two young lads were across at the bus stop. I realised that as I was later than I intended they must be waiting for the last bus back to the next village.

As I approached I heard a wolf whistle! For a second I thought I had been read. Then I heard two more wolf whistles. There were no jeers or cat calls. This was too good to be true. I was genuinely being wolf whistled! Like any other woman, I held by head high and walked on. I had enjoyed the experience. I hope it happens again!

A couple of cars passed as I walked on, then the last bus. I walked further than I had ever walked before while dressed. I was enjoying myself. But soon I realised I was tired and decided to turn back. I have a plan for very long walk, but that will have to wait.

I got back to the main road and headed for home. More cars passed without incident and I was happy. I was a little apprehensive as I approached the bus stop, but the boys were not there. They must have gone home on the last bus as I had surmised. I wonder if they looked out for me as the bus drove by?

As I started to cross the road back to our estate I heard another car coming. I decided I didn’t want to wait to let it pass so I crossed. Just as I got to exactly the same place as I had heard the first wolf whistle, the car passed. After (only a split second) it had passed there was a toot on the horn!

Three wolf whistles and a horn toot! This was my lucky night! The lads in the car must have been on their way back from the pub and had seen a bird! The short dress and boots had definitely done their job!

I walked back up the hill to the house and reflected on a wonderful evening out. Obviously I’m still not too old to excite the male when properly dressed and looking good! The wolf whistles and the toot from the boys in the car helped me to realise what it is really like to be a woman!

Lots of love

Linda XX

Nov 201520

What Can Be Achieved

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WHAT CAN BE ACHIEVED

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Nov 201520

Take a Letter, Jenny Part Two - Jennys Story

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TAKE A LETTER JENNY PART TWO - Jennys Story

Saturday was so frenzied that Jenny never had the time to think too much about the humiliation of serving complete strangers whilst dressed as a maid. Lisa was constantly sending her scurrying off to prepare vegetables or mix sauces. When the preparations for the meal were complete, Jenny was ordered to continue cleaning the house and, following an inspection by Lisa, was summoned to her bedroom. "Ah, there you are! I want you to help me get dressed for this evening. Select my underwear while I have my bath. Oh, and iron my dress... but be careful." Jenny picked up the turqoise and black patterned taffeta dress and gazed at it with envy. It was sleeveless, and cut to reveal the shoulders, emphasising the feminine neck of her mistress. The bodice looked fairly tight, but the lower half of the skirt swirled out to end at mid calf. Jenny stood in front of the mirror and held the dress in front of her, romanticising about the feeling of glamour it could provide. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from the mirror, disconcerted that such girlish feelings could be coming to the surface so easily. Ironing the dress was a nightmare. Jenny's nervous fingers had to work as gently as possible to prevent the dress from being ruined by the heat of the iron. After mincing back to her mistress's bedroom, Jenny proceeded to select the most sensual and delicate lingerie. She chose very pale blue silk stockings with a little butterfly pattern just above the heel. Matching high heel shoes were added, followed by beautiful white satin French knickers with dainty lace trim, a wispy white lace basque for utter femininity. Jenny laid the garments gently on the bed, again feeling twinges of envy and wishing she could be allowed to look so seductively glamorous. When Lisa returned from her bath she seemed pleased with the selection Jenny had made. She gave her a little pat on the buttocks as a sign of approval and Jenny blushed with pride. Lisa let the towel fall from around her, revealing her naked body, with no apparent thought for Jenny's presence. Jenny proceeded to help her slip on the garments one by one, trying hard to control her excitement - partly because she was afraid of what punishment might ensue and partly because she didn't want to be reminded of her maleness. Lisa finally finished dressing, and Jenny gasped. Her mistress looked so gorgeous, so utterly, delightfully feminine! "Now then, my pretty little shemale maid. How can we make sure you turn out to be the belle of the ball? Get undressed!"

Jenny did not know what to say. She felt that Lisa had deliberately trapped her, but at the same time she found the prospect quite thrilling. "Yes, all right... but I'll have to get permission from my mistress first." she said. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. Leave it to me. I'll take you to an excellent little Italian restaurant I know. I'll come and pick you up on Wednesday at eight. Make sure you look as gorgeous as you look tonight." The rest of the night went by in a haze and, before she knew it, Jenny was helping the guests with their coats and curtsying to them as they left. As she was tidying up, she noticed Lisa staring intently at her from the other side of the room. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Jenny?" she asked. "Oh yes, mistress. I hope I served your guests well?" "I think you did a very good job of keeping my guests happy.. especially Steve." H er tone was gently mocking. "Thank you mistress," said Jenny. She meant every word of it, although she did not want to admit, even to herself, that the thought of being romanced and fussed over by a handsome young man could cause her heart to flutter with feelings of submissive bliss. Sunday went by very quickly, as Jenny was kept busy with a variety of household chores. She woke early and changed from her pink satin nightie into her original ensemble. Dressing as a girl felt completely natural now, but although Jenny could have dressed in a matter of minutes she took her time with each item of clothing. It was so pleasurable to feel the smoothness of the stockings, the tightness of the corset and the soft, feminine rustle of the petticoat. She hummed to herself as she placed the apron around her waist and tied the large bow. Suddenly she realised that she would have to make herself up for the first ever time. She tried to remember the routine that Lisa had followed and went over to the dressing table. She usedlong, even strokes to get an even finish to the foundation. The eyeliner was much more difficult, and she needed several attempts before she obtained the right effect. She chose a very subtle light blue eyeshadow and added a hint of blusher high on the cheeks. After some hesitation, a coral pink lipstick was applied and Jenny gave herself a pout of satisfaction in the mirror. She slowly placed the beautiful auburn wig on her head and, even though the effect was similar to the first time she put it on, the feeling of complete transformation flooded over her again. It was amazing how her movements, her gestures, even her voice changed as soon as she looked so fully like a woman.

The first chore was to make her mistress breakfast in bed. Jenny busied herself in the kitchen making cereal, boiled eggs, toast and marmalade, fresh orange juice and a pot of steaming ground coffe. She knocked and entered Lisa's bedroom, placing the tray by the side of her bed before opening the curtains to allow the early winter sunlight to stream in. Lisa slowly opened her eyes and smiled at the thought of being served in such a way. The prospect of having a maid obviously pleased her greatly as her first words were "Thank you Jenny, you really are a little gem. I don't want to let you become that awful John tomorrow - you're much nicer like this." Realisation dawned on Jenny that this was her last day. She had been such a short time in her new role, but already she knew that this was the person she wanted to be. "Thank you mistress. I like me like this as well." She curtsied and swished out of the room, but she could tell her mistress was thinking very deeply about something. That evening, Jenny was busy sewing. She particularly enjoyed this chore as it required delicate movement and made her feel so feminine. Her mistress (which was really how Jenny thought of Lisa now) was sitting on the other side of the room, reading. She looked up from her magazine. "Are you looking forward to going to work tomorrow, Jenny?" she asked. It was hard to admit that her acceptance of her female role was so complete, but Jenny could not lie about something which was so important to her. "No mistress, I'm not. I know it's wrong and I shouldn't be saying this, but I realise now I don't like John. Jenny is so much nicer, and so soft and gentle that I wish I could be like this for a lot longer. I don't know if I can ever be John again." Lisa smiled. "I'm glad you said that. When I was at the office on Friday afternoon I told them that you had telephoned in to say you were very sick and could be off qork for quite some time, so you can be Jenny for a while longer yet. But I think you should earn your keep while you learn the finer arts of being a woman. Can you type?" "Yes mistress, a little" "Good. As I shall be running the office in John's office I will need a temporary secretary. That would be a suitably feminine job for you to do." "But mistress, what if they recognise me?" "You managed to fool Elaine didn't you? I'm sure that you'll be such a good little secretary that no one would even begin to suspect your real identity." Jenny felt a rising panic but realised that her mistress's mind was made up. She would be returning to her old place of work... but as Jenny the secretary rather than John the boss.

On Monday morning Jenny was awake before her alarm went off. She had found sleeping difficult that night. It wasn't just the fear of being found out, or even the strange sensation of returning to work as a mere secretary when she had been so used to being John the boss. Her restlessness stemmed from the fact that Jenny was taking over her personality so completely. The strange, girlish sensations when she thought of Steve, or wore her dresses and high heels, or performed some little domestic chore for her mistress felt perfectly natural. And yet Jenny knew that the more she yielded to them the more she would be trapped in her new role. The question was, did she want to be trapped forever? Jenny rose with the question still dominating her thoughts. She put on her maid's uniform, as she still had to perform her morning chores before getting ready for work. When she took breakfast to her mistress's room she found Lisa already up, preparing a suitable ensemble for Jenny to wear on her first day in her new job. As Lisa took her breakfast, Jenny undressed and exmined the new outfit with typically feminine curiosity. The light grey stockings seemed to soften the outline of her sjapely legs. The pastel blue A-line skirt was mid-calf in length and had a gorgeous little kick pleat to produce a pleasing swirl effect as she walked. The cream coloured silk blouse has delightful little puff shoulders and a rather low neckline. The matching pastel-blue bolero jacket had padded shoulders and mid length sleeves. The high-heeled blue sandals completed the picture of a young girl set for a day at the office. When it was time to leave, Jenny had a recurrence of her earlier feelings of trepidation. This was the first time she had been outside to mingle in the real world dressed as a woman. The first thing that hit her was the cold feeling of the early morning breeze as it played around her legs. It gave her a strange tingle as she realised how vulnerable it made her feel. The drive to work seemed to take forever. Jenny spent the whole journey worrying about how the girls in the department would react and whether she would be found out - the consequences of which would be that John could never work there again... in fact, it could be the end of him altogether. But then, would that be such a disaster? To make herself more convincing, Jenny fussed endlessly with her clothes and make-up while they were stuck in traffic. She smoothed down her skirt to get the most pleasing effect, applied and re-applied more lipstick, teasing her hair into more flowing, feminine waves. Lisa watched from the corner of her eye, but gave little encouragement apart from saying "Don't worry, Jenny, you look lovely. I'm sure the girls will treat you just like one of them." Jenny tried to look as confident as she could, then went back to toying with her hairstyle. When they arrived at work, Lisa ushered Jenny into her office and asked her to wait while she explained to the rest of the department what was going on. Jenny sat demurely, trying to listen to the voices in the outer office but she could not make the words out clearly. Lisa came in with a wry smile on her face and led Jenny out. "Right girls, gather round. I want you to meet Jenny, who will be acting as the department's secretary for a while. Any little jobs that you want doing, just ask and I'm sure she'll be only too willing to oblige... she's a real sweetie. Oh, and as I've just told you, Jenny used to be known to you as John, our boss."

Jenny felt as though her legs had been kicked from under her! After all the promises Lisa had revealed her true identity... what would happen now? Jenny looked around at the other girls and saw that they were eager to take their chance of revenge for their previous mistreatment at the hands of John. Elaine was the first to speak. "Well, Jenny, this is a real turn-up isn't it? You had me completely fooled when I called round on Friday. You should have been born a girl - it suits you." The other girls giggled, but she carried on. "Don't think we don't know how badly John used to treat us and look down on us. This is our chance to apply some of the same treatment. We've all promised not to reveal your little secret to senior management... just so long as you're a good little girl and do as you're told." Jenny winced inwardly, but she managed to smile and say in her most feminine voice, "I will be good, and I'll try and do everything you ask of me. I'm sorry for the way I treated you all before, but I promise I'll make it up to you." Some of the girls looked a little unconvinced, but before anybody could say any more, Lisa stepped in. "OK girls, we have plenty of work to do. Now come along, Jenny darling, I want you to take a letter." She gave Jenny a little pat on the buttocks as she minced past and the other girls laughed. Jenny was red faced with embarrassment but followed Lisa - now her boss as well as her mistress - into her office. The rest of the day went by in a mad whirl. The other girls seemed to make up as many jobs as possible for Jenny to do, but by the end of the day she seemed to have won some of their confidence with her quiet acquiescence in her new role in the department. She was sent off mid-morning with Debbie to make drinks for the rest of the girls and found herself giggling about boys and chatting earnestly about clothes with a girl who she had only days before been trying to seduce. At one point, Debbie clasped her hand and said "I don't care what you've been or done before. I like you as your are, Jenny, we could be good friends." Tears welled in Jenny's eyes. She realised that she loved being a girl and being allowed to be close to other girls. Jenny wanted to think romantic thoughts about Steve and discuss the latest fashions with other girls. Perhaps, if she was a good maid for Lisa, and a good secretary for the department, John would be allowed to fade away completely and Jenny could enjoy the girlish fantasies and feminine lifestyle that had now taken over completely. Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of her mistress. "Pop in here a minute, Jenny darling. I want you to take some dictation." Jenny swished into her mistress's office and gracefully sat down, resting one silk-clad leg over the other and placing her notebook demurely on her lap. Yes, Jenny would be around for quite some time, of that she was certain... The End

Nov 201520

The Actress

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"Ok, that's enough for the day, see you all next week" the director called out from her seat in the front row of the theatre. The actress, Paul sighed and made to follow the other actors off the stage. The rehearsals for the play were not going well and he knew that he was primarily to blame. He knew too that his friendship with the director would not prevent him from losing his job if he did not improve quickly. "Paul, could I speak to you for a minute?" As if divining his thoughts Sarah called him from where she sat in the stalls in the front of the stage. "What's the problem?" she asked when he pushed down the seat next to her and lowering himself dejectedly into it. He made no pretence of not knowing what she was talking about. "I just can't identify with the part," he told her honestly, "it doesn't work for me." Sarah looked concerned. "You know how important your role is. The audience have to believe that you really are a woman up to the final act, not just a man in drag." Paul looked at her without speaking. Any other director would have sacked him already and he honestly could not blame her if that's what she decided to do now. "I'm going to give you one week to get this right or I'll have to get someone else," she told him. "But I think you are going to need some radical help." "What do you mean?" Paul asked. He was happy to have been given another week and was willing to listen to anything that she might suggest. "I think it might help if you were to live as a woman for a while. That's the only way I can think of that you are going to learn to fit the role and be convincing." Paul stared at her in disbelief, but he saw immediately from her determined expression that she was not joking. "I can't do that," he rejected the suggestion, "it wouldn't work." "Thats up to you to decide," Sarah said standing up. "Really its a question of how badly you want this part. And if you are a good enough actor to play the part then you will make it work." She got up then and started walking along the aisle towards the exit. Paul stared after her and knew instinctively that she had washed her hands of him. She had questioned his commitment and challenged his ability. After that it was up to him. He had one week in which to prove that he was right for the part or else he would be out of a job. "Wait," he shouted and ran after her, "I'll need help." She turned back to him, and to his relief she smiled and told him that she had known he would see sense, and that she had every confidence in him. This slight praise was a welcome boost to Paul's dented confidence and he readily agreed to call at her house early the following day.

He arrived at her home early the next morning, and a heavy knot of apprehension filled his stomach as he pressed the door bell. While he was keen to keep the part in the play and recognised that he did need to do something to improve his performance, he felt nervous about the idea of actually trying to live as a woman. "Right, upstairs with you and into the bath," Sarah said when she opened the door. It was obvious that she was intent on taking charge from the start and was not going to give him the opportunity to chicken out. Sarah led him to the bathroom where she handed him a towel and a tube of depilatory cream. She left him with instructions to use it on his legs and underarms. Once alone, he filled the bath and lowered himself into the warm water. Leisurely he washed, then reached for the tube she had given him. He read the directions then with a sigh of resignation, unscrewed the cap. His nose wrinkled at the foul smelling odour as he smeared the cream on his skin but he waited the recommended length of time before rinsing it off and drying himself. Sarah was waiting in her bedroom when he finally padded in, a towel wrapped around his hips. He sat on the edge of her bed and watched without comment as she picked out some clothes for him to wear. "These should fit you well enough," she said, dropping a pile of clothing on the bed beside him. "At least they will do until you buy some of your own." "Do you not have anything without the frills?" Paul asked, picking up a pair of skimpy silk panties edged in lace. "Yes," Sarah answered patiently, "but there would be little point in letting you wear something that could be regarded as unisex. The whole idea of this is for you to become as near to a true woman as possible. And women like feminine things." Realising that he had little choice in the matter, Paul dropped the towel and stepped into the panties. At first the skimpy garment bulged out at the front in a very unfeminine manner, but at Sarah's suggestion he tucked his penis back between his legs and managed to achieve a reasonably acceptable profile. Next Sarah handed him a bra and gingerly he put it on, padding out the cups with tissues to give himself a more realistic female shape. She nodded her approval and handed him a suspender belt which he fastened around his waist. Then he took the dress she had chosen for him and pulled it on over his head, reaching behind him for the zip. Paul sat on the bed then and picked up a pair of stockings. Carefully he rolled one up his leg, noticing as he did so how smooth his hairless skin felt, and fastened it to the straps of the suspenders. Soon the second leg was similarly covered. "Try these on, they should be your size." Sarah handed him a pair of shoes which she had borrowed from the props room back at the theatre. They were plain black court shoes with heels and they were a perfect fit...

Paul stood up and took a tentative step. The material of the dress brushed sensuously against his stockinged thighs as he moved, and he blushed at the pleasurable thrill this gave him. Balancing precariously on the high heels he tried a few steps. Although he was a little wobbly at first he soon found that so long as he did not take the long strides he was accustomed to then he could walk easily enough. "You look great," Sarah encouraged him, "now come and get some make-up on." Obediently Paul went to sit at the dressing table. He knew the basics of using make-up from working on the stage, but did not know the techniques required to give him a natural feminine appearance. Eager to learn something which may benefit him professionally, he paid close attention to each step as Sarah transformed his features. In a matter of minutes she was satisfied and reached for the wig he was to wear. Placing it on his head he pinned it in place and brushed it into shape. "How do I look?" he asked when Sarah pronounced herself satisfied. "Come and see for yourself," she suggested, and Paul stepped over to examine himself in the full length mirror on the back of the wardrobe door. He was surprised and strangely pleased to see a very attractive young woman look back at him. The hem of the dress stopped a few inches above his stockinged knee and he noticed with a certain satisfaction that wearing heels gave his lower leg a convincing feminine appearance. "Well I certainly look the part," he observed and smiled at the reflection in the mirror. He felt no embarrassment or unease at seeing himself dressed as a woman, only a growing confidence that he would be able to play the part after all. He turned from admiring his transformation to see Sarah locking the clothes he had worn to come to the house in a cupboard. She locked it with a decisive click and removed the key. "You won't be needing any male clothes for the rest of this week," she stated, "so we may as well put them out of temptation." Paul did not argue. He needed the part in the play and was grateful that Sarah was giving him this chance. And if he were honest with himself he had to admit that the actor in him was beginning the enjoy the challenge of the masquerade...

By lunch time of that first day, however, Paul was disheartened. He had played the part of a woman as well as he could, but it had become apparent that feminine gestures and mannerisms did not come naturally to someone who had lived all his life as a man. He felt awkward and clumsy. "I'll never be able to do this," he said dejectedly when Sarah had to remind him for what seemed like the millionth time to smooth his skirt under his thighs as he sat down. "Of course you will," she assured him. "The problem at the moment is that you are still trying to act like a woman. You have to relax and become one - then those small gestures will be natural." One look at his face told her that drastic measures were necessary to counter his negativity. "Right, we are going shopping this afternoon," she told him in a voice that brooked no argument, "you need to meet people to gain some confidence, and we need to buy you some clothes of your own." Paul felt nervous about being seen in public and it was with growing trepidation that he followed Sarah out of the house. The heels of his shoes clicked loudly on the pavement as they walked to the bus stop, and a light breeze swirled his skirt around his legs. It was a pleasant sensation but it also made him feel vulnerable and defenceless, and not just through fear of being 'found out'. He had a sudden insight into how a woman on her own must feel while walking home at night, and with it came the realisation that he had just experienced his first female thought. Their first stop was to buy him a handbag. "A woman never goes anywhere without her handbag, so you won't either." she told him. Paul readily agreed to this as he had quickly found that while wearing a dress he had nowhere to keep his money or even the key to the house. For someone like him who normally had pockets crammed full of things that he could not live without, the purchase was a necessity. For the remainder of the afternoon they browsed among the shops fitting Paul out with a complete new wardrobe. He discovered that he enjoyed the experience. The sales staff were pleasant and treated him as they would any female customer. And no one suspected that he was anything other than what he appeared to be. "No one suspected at all," Paul said gleefully to Sarah when they returned home. That night Paul stayed at Sarah's. She had given him a nightdress to wear and as he slipped it on over his head, the flimsy material slid sensuously against his skin. He shuddered with pleasure and climbed into bed.

The following morning Paul woke early and picked out what clothes he would wear. He washed and dressed quickly and, without waiting for Sarah to do it for him, began to put on some make-up. "Not bad," she decided when she saw his first attempt, "you are a quick learner." Paul smiled at the praise and followed her downstairs to have breakfast. As it was a Sunday they still did not have to go to the theatre but Sarah insisted that they go out for the day. "It's important that you get accustomed to being treated as a woman," she explained. "That's the only way that you will really learn what it is to be female." Paul agreed readily. He was discovering that the longer he spent in female attire, the more comfortable he felt. It was almost as if his usual weak male personality had been taken over by a stronger feminine one. The day was an unqualified success. By the time he was curled up once again in his borrowed nightdress he had complete confidence in the female side of his personality.

Are you nervous?" Sarah asked as he put on make-up the following morning. "Not at all" he told her, and he realised it was true. As a man he always suffered from stage fright to some degree but as a woman he felt more confident. They headed to the theatre for rehearsals. "Okay, thanks everyone, that's it for today." Sarah called when the rehearsal was done. "Paul, could I have a word before you go?" Paul walked gracefully to the side of the stage where he carefully negotiated the narrow steps. "They weren't made for anyone wearing heels," he thought as he came across to where Sarah was sitting. He pushed down the theatre seat with one hand while the other brushed his skirt against his thighs, then sat down. Sarah noted with a smile that the action had been done without conscious thought. "You did well today," she told him, "there is no doubt that you can do it, but I think you should still practise for the rest of this week. You don't want to risk getting complacent at this stage." Paul agreed and for the next four days lived entirely as a woman. Each day he became more confident and his acting improved accordingly. "You'll be trying to take over the show soon," she joked as they ate a celebratory dinner together at home on Friday evening. "That's the idea," he agreed with a very unmasculine giggle. "Well it took drastic measures but you stuck it out. I expect you will be glad to get your old clothes back." Paul looked across the table at the woman who had become his friend and sipped his wine to avoid answering. "Well, you will. Won't you?" she persisted. "I've been thinking..." Paul began. "Yes?" she prompted him. "Well, it's just that since I have been such a success this week, I thought that I might continue to live like this for a while. At least until the play is finished." Sarah stared at him for a long moment then slowly smiled as she understood what he was saying. "Just until the play is over?" she questioned in a teasing tone. Paul grinned widely at her, grateful that she understood. "Perhaps," he answered.... The End

Nov 201520

All The World's A Stage - Transvestite Acting

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If you ask any number of competent actors what they consider to be the secret of their ability to portray some person other than themselves, whether it be their own sex or not, with such conviction that other people believe totally in the authenticity of the character represented, they may all place different emphasis upon different aspect of the art of acting or role playing. However, the one element that will be common to virtually all of them will be not simply the skill to pretend to be, or to look like the character in question, but the ability to get inside it - to intuitively sense the very essence of the person in question to become that person, as it were. Of course, many actors will also tell you that a walking stick, or a pipe or a handbag, or an umbrella, or almost any 'prop' you care to mention, can also help to give you a deeper insight into the character, at least from a physical point of view. Transvestite How then does this appertain to a transsexual or a transvestite? After all, they are not actors, surely. But, on the contrary, that is what they are. They are role playing just as an actor does or, for that matter, essentially every human being to some extent. The added difficulty for the transsexual or transvestite is that he is simply playing another character, but also another sex! The main reason why this is so much more difficult is that, where as the actor is able to call upon all sorts of life experiences, the transsexual or transvestite can only call upon observations they have made of the female sex. Therefore, if he is to successfully become a woman he has to call upon all his imaginative powers to project himself as completely as possible into his feminine persona. All this has to be done by him without any actual experience upon which to call. He has to become female through his imagination, and to sense his understanding of how a female feels and reacts. Attitudes Needless to say, this an is an extremely difficult thing to do, and is useless to pretend otherwise. Woman have spend their own lives exploring and practicing their femininity, helped by their mothers. Indeed, their entire environment from birth has conditioned them into femininity - the pretty clothes they wear, the dolls they play with, the help they give their mothers in the house, the wariness they learn to develop towards men. All this helps to condition them to a totally different attitude to life to that developed by boys.

Men, likewise, have spent all their lives exploring and practising their masculinity, which is widely different to the female experience. They learn to play aggressive games, to look upon girls as 'sissy', to be assertive, to fight, to be very 'physical'. Now, whether the boys enjoy all these male attitudes or not is irrelevant, the fact remains that he is instilled with them. Thus, for a male to create a genuine female persona needs both hard work and endless practice to eradicate all the main conditioning from birth and to make up for the lack of actual female experience upon which to draw. But all is not lost. The one great advantage the serious transvestite or transsexual has is that he will already have strong feminine tendancies and an overwhelming desire to develop and amplify his femininity. These tendencies he will probably have had from a very early age, possibly from birth, and although he will probably have had to hide them from the outside world in order to survive, they will have been secretly working upon his personality. Indeed, in very many cases, the feminine urges will have been stronger than the male ones. Thus, in spite of being subjected to male conditioning from birth, the secret feeling of inner femininity will have inevitably produced a deep and lasting sensitivity towards an understanding of the female urge, together with the all consuming desire to be accepted as female, which produces the sort of strong motivation which cannot help but be a good starting point. However, it is important to appreciate that this is only a starting point. Dedication and endless hard work is still needed. Never forget that practice makes perfect, that if you genuinely want to be acceptably feminine you are going to have to work at it, and seek out constructive criticism when and where possible, accepting it in the spirit in which it was offered. To take umbrage, for example, because somebody suggests that your make-up is too heavy, or that your heels are so high that your walk has become grotesque, is only to bury your head in the sand! You just have to learn to accept help where ever it is offered. Whilst, of course, we all know that every human being is different, there are certain general characteristics and attitudes common specifically to the female sex.

Feminine For example, most men tend to be much more aggressive and arrogant than women in their attitude to life. Similarly, they are almost always condescending towards what they see as the weaker sex, the sex that drives badly, that can't mend a puncture, that can't mend a fuse, that can't do anything mechanical, and so on. Now we all know that these attitudes are bigoted and usually untrue. However, they exist and they are bound to condition the female attitude towards men and life. If you are to have any chance of successfully playing the feminine role your starting point has to be a real understanding of how the female's life is influenced and conditioned by the male attitude towards her. Just remember, most women's lives revolve around men, and are likely to continue to do so for the foreseeable future, whether we like it or not. Females, because they are so much weaker physically than men, are always vulnerable to physical attack sexual, or otherwise. For this reason, whenever possible, they are careful not to antagonize men. It is just common sense, after all. To counter this handicap they have learned to wheedle rather than demand, to respond to anger or annoyance with a gentle smile rather than any sort of deliberate confrontation, whenever they see the danger signals beginning to flash. In other words, most women do a great deal of smiling in almost any situation, particularly where men are concerned. Of course, this can often be a mild form of flirtation, but more often than not it is a form of self defence. You have to train yourself to smile much more and to be more gentle and sympathetic in your general outlook on life if you wish to join the female ranks.

Nov 201520

The Decision

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Peter sat in his car waiting patiently at the top of the hill. From his viewpoint, he could see the entrance to the street where he lived. The time dragged - but then the action was so swift, he only just caught it. His wife's car turned left from the street and descended the hill. Starting the engine, he left his resting place, and upon reaching the street he saw Irene in the distance turn right and disappear from view. A moment later, he was in the garage attached to the house. The garage was large and considerably taller than most. It had enough room for a floor to be suspended from the roof giving him storage space. He climbed the vertical ladder by his work bench which gave him access to the 'garage loft'. His heart pounded as he lowered a large cardboard box to the bench below. A second box followed a moment later. Once down the ladder, with sparkling eyes, he opened the smaller of two boxes and pulled out a black pair of three inch heels and a handbag. He placed them in a carrier bag and then opened the larger box. His hands examined the clothes inside - soft dresses and underskirts of satin and nylon. He picked up a peach dress and caressed it against his close-shaven face. Sighing deeply, he held it against himself. It was a perfect fit - like all the other clothes in the box they fitted him perfectly because they were his... The previous evening, he had selected his clothes and laid them on the top of the pile. Now he carefully inserted them into the carrier bag. Taking a large makeup bag from the box, he opened the door to the house. He called out, checking for certain no one was home. Irene had gone to work and the three children to school. When they got together, Irene loved the idea of his cross dressing, but as the children grew older, Irene changed the rules. Irene now insisted that he was not to dress in front of the children, and as they were always there he was not allowed to dress at all. It had caused many arguments over his need to be a woman. Irene finally got her way, she had come home one day to find all Peter's female clothes gon. She was not surprised - she had threatened to tear them all up because she had caught him dressed; Peter had simply saved her the trouble and avoided further argument.

He had looked cunningly for a hiding place but there was nowhere Irene wouldn't look. Then he thought of the garage. It was perfect, and for the last six months, that was where his beutiful clothes had lain, only to see the time of day when the time was right. There had been a long talk about his cross dressing long before, when their eldest daughter had told neighbours and friends about his transvestitsm. Irene had tried to laugh it off as a young girl's fantasy, but deep inside she knew no one believed her. As a self-employed electrician with a thriving business, Peter had started to put extra money away. He had taken on an employee and put all the profit from his work into a special account, whose balance was growing quickly. He was certain that Irene was going to throw him out very soon, but he was determined to be ready financially, anyway. He went up to their bedroom, and once there it took him seconds to strip naked and empty the carrier bag onto the bed. He caressed each article before putting it on - first panties, then tights. He had often worn stockings, but that was in the good old days when Irene had joined in with his dressing. Being a flabby man, he wore a corselet, the tightest he could cram himself into, then a full slip. He looked at the dress now lying gracefully on the bed. He slipped his feet into the high heels and walked around the room. Feeling feminine, he sat at the dressing table mirror and applied his makeup before getting into his dress. Finally, he put his keys and money into his purse. "Oh Alison, you do look gorgeous," he said with a slight chuckle, standing below the full length mirror. He turned around several times, allowing his flared skirt to sway. His hair was long and he was very good at styling it. His hair, along with his two pierced ears, were the only two items Irene had not managed to get him out of. He continually wore gold stud earrings, and often coloured his hair, much to Irene's disgust. He changed his earrings to long coloured ones. By the time he styled his hair, he looked very feminine indeed. Now, he had five hours to be a woman, and he decided the first job was to make a coffee. As she walked to the kitchen, her slip moved back and forth, making her feel elegant and sensational. She sat in the lounge sipping her coffee with her little finger cocked. She was expecting no one, and no one would call...

She glanced at the picture window, slowly getting up courage to leave the house. Thinking as to how she would cope with the outside, she picked up a magazine and started to read. Her mind kept wandering; she stood and turned to the window. On the other side of the glass, there was a man smiling at her! He held up a bucket, indicating that he wanted to fill it with water. Alison stood perfectly still, her heart thumping wildly. She felt herself being drawn towards the window, and the magazine slipped from her hand and onto the sofa. "Can I fill my bucket, missus?" the man shouted. Alison smiled and walked to the front door, debating what she could do. Her hand touched the handle and slowly turned it. The door opened and a ray of sunlight brightened the hall. The man was standing before her with another man entering the gate with a ladder. "Can I have some water please? I'll start on your house first?" the man asked. Alison was just about to reply when she remembered her deep voice. "Yes," she coughed, and opened the door. It was too late now - if the man saw through her, then so be it. It would really give the neighbours something to talk about, at any rate. The man walked in and waited for Alison to show him to the kitchen. The whole event was over in a matter of moments, and afterwards, despite wondering worriedly what else could go wrong, she managed to calm herself. As she sat down again, she wondered about paying the window cleaner once he had finished. Peter had taken no interest in house keeping, it was just done as a rule. Now, Alison was in the thick. Getting her handbag, she got her purse out in readiness and practised talking in the manner she would have to adopt when she spoke to the man. A short time later, the door bell rang, and she opened it with purse in hand. "Electric, ma'am! I've come to read your meter." the stranger said. Alison gulped in rising panic - "This way..." she stammered, and stood aside for the man to enter the hallway. As he read the meter, the door bell rang again. "That will be four pounds fifty, please", said the window cleaner. "Oh, yes, certainly," Alison replied, fumbling with her purse. Paying the man, she turned towards the electricity meter reader. Then the phone rang, and Alison panicked... both men appeared to be hanging around, waiting to see if she was really a woman. "Excuse me, I have to answer the phone," she said, closing the door. "Hello?" she said, picking up the telephone. "Peter, is that you?" said a voice at the other end. "Yes, Mary," he replied in his usual masculine voice. "Irene was involved in a car accident this morning." said Mary. "Is she alright?" Alison asked. "She's in the Central Hospital. I'll send David around to drive you there - you need to get to the hospital immediately to sign an operation consent form... David should be arriving any minute now." Alison's idle thoughts of venturing outside were about to become reality....

The doorbell rang, and without thinking, Alison answered it. It was David. "Hello, is Peter there?" he asked. In her shock, Alison had forgotten all about being dressed. Her hands caressed the front of her dress as she realised the seriousness of the situation she was in. "I'm Peter..." she said, nervously. David looked at the woman facing him. He was not surprised - he had heard rumours about Peter, and now they were confirmed. "We'd better make a move, the doctor is waiting." "I can't go like this!" "Irene's life is at stake, and you worry about what you're wearing? Come on!" he said urgently. They were about to leave when Alison recalled her keys and money were in her handbag. Returning to the lounge, she grabbed her bag, and followed David to the car, slamming the door behind her. "I feel I should offer you an explanation," Alison said as they drove to the hospital. "There's no need. You're my boss, and I need my job." He turned to face her at a set of traffic lights. "It's going to get around when I turn up at hospital like this..." Alison said, worried. "It would have taken time to change, and from what I have heard she's lost a great deal of blood." Alison picked up the car phone and phoned her office: "Mary, have all the staff meet at the office around four thirty." "What are you planning to do?" David asked. "My marriage will very soon be on the rocks. I'm coming clean. I've bottled things up for far to long." "Would you like me to come in with you?" David asked as they turned into the hospital emergency entrance. "I think you might need some help." The receptionist looked curiously at Alison as they entered, then, smilling, called for Doctor Longhurst. As Alison looked around, everyone seemed to be staring at her. A woman walked up and spoke to David. "Mr Harrison, I'm Dr Longhurst." David pointed to Alison and told her "She's Mr Harrison." "Ah, Mr Harrison, shall we go to a private room?" Seconds later they were sat listening to the details of Irene's condition. "So you see, your wife is in a critical condition. Does she know about your transvestitsm?" "Yes, but not to this extent." "She's asking to see you before the operation..."

A few minutes later, Alison was beside Irene in a cubicle. As his wife turned her head, a faint smile crept across her face. "Irene, I'm sorry." said Alison, tears rolling down her face as she saw Irene lying helplessly on the bed. "I know all about your secret in the garage," she whispered, gripping Alisons hand as tightly as she could. "I shouldn't have turned up like this..." "You came, that's all I wanted. Don't leave me." "But I'll have to change..." "Don't go" she begged, and closed her eyes. Doctor Longhurst moved Alison aside. "It's okay, she's asleep. We'll take her into the operating theatre." "How long will you be?" "Three hours or so. You can wait in the room if you wish." Alison thought about what Irene had said. David lead her away, just as if she was a real woman. Unlike earlier in the morning, the time flew by. When the nurse called her into the recovery room, Irene was awake. Expecting the worst, Alison entered the room. The nurse who was caring for Irene glanced at Alison, but didn't say anything as they held hands and looked at each other. "You stayed?" "All the time," said Alison, making her clothes known. "The doctor told me. We will have to have a heart to heart talk. What time is it?" "Almost three." "The kids! They will be out of school soon!" "Don't worry, Mary is getting them." "I suppose everyone knows about you?" "I suppose they do now. I love you, I love you with all my heart. I'm sorry that it happened like this." "I knew you would dress up today, you can't hide everything from me..." "You have to rest. Is there anything you want bringing in later?" "Just you," she sighed. "Of course. I'll go home and change." "Alison, you'll have to leave. Your wife needs rest," said Doctor Longhurst from behind. "Wear your red suit and white satin blouse tonight..." Irene whispered as they kissed goodbye.

Ten men, three lads and one woman were waiting for Peter back at work. Mary was at Alison's looking adter the children as Alsion, acommpnaied by David, entered the office. "I know there have been a lot of rumours about me. Well, I'm here to face them. Yes - I am a transvestite. I wear dresses, skirts and blouses, but that doesn't make me any the less the boss I am. However, there are a few people who may not agree. As you know, my wife had a serious accident today, and I was caught in this dress. I may as well put my cards on the table - I intend to stay in a dress as often as I can. I'm not going to chat any of you up - none of you are handsome enough" he joked, getting a few chuckles, "and if any of you want to leave I will accept your resignations. I won't stay out here any longer, I know you have a lot to discuss. I'll be in my office until five, but then I'll have to leave." "I want to know where I stand with my firm, perhaps you would give me your answers by then." Alison sat alone going through the jobs. Irene was hard to get from her thoughts. As she got up and walked around, her clothing seemed natural, although she doubted that she would have a firm left by five o'clock. Ten minutes after her maiden speech, David entered her office with a letter in his hand. Certain it was a letter of resignation, Alison said "I thought you needed the job..." She took the letter, and read the contents. Looking at David, they walked in silence back into the outer office. She looked round at her employees, and said "You have taken me by surprise - thank you for all your support." With the backing of her staff behind her, David drove Alison home. Now she faced another dilemna: the children. It took a while to explain to them why their dad was wearing a dress, but in the end, Alison got her point through. She gave Irene's request as to what she should wear a lot of thought before deciding to comply. Mary had stayed behind to help out and was the first to see Alison in her new attire. "You look pretty. Are you wearing it to the hospital?" "Yes, and to work as well. Do you mind looking after the children?" "Of course not. Now off you go." Irene was sat up in bed talking to her parents when Alison entered the ward. They were the two people she had forgotten about. Irene's parents glared at the woman walking towards them. Alison knew she should never have arrived in a skirt - it was stupid and irresponsible. "It took courage for you to do what you have done. Irene has been telling me." said Doctor Longhurst. "Mum, Dad, this is Alison, the dearest friend and companion that anyone could wish for" said Irene. "But what about Peter, why's he not here? Is he putting his work before you again?" her mother asked.

"No Mum, I know you won't understand. This is Peter, otherwise known known as Alison. Peter is a transvestite and also my loving husband." "He's a pervert!" said her father, standing up. "We love each other Dad. Today, he made a great sacrifice to come here for me. I'll stay by his side." "But he's in a dress!" said her mother, stating the obvious somewhat. "It's what I asked Alison to wear." "He's a pervert!" her father repeated. Her mother stood and glared at Alsion. "How could you disgrace us so? You will never be welcome in my house again." "You will always be welcome in mine," said Alison and pulled up a chair, getting closer to Irene. Her parents left, followed by the Doctor. "I thought you were going to divorce me," Alison said, lowering her head. "No, my love. We will have to move, there will be too much talk." "I know, I'll put my clothes away." "No! When we move, you can move as Alison. We will be two women living together. I think it's what we really wanted for a long time. It just needed something like this to bring us together." "Do you mean it?" "Of course my love. The day I made you throw your female clothes away is the day I made a big mistake. You need them just as much as I do, you can stay as Alison always. It will be nice to be in another house where we can be ourselves without people staring. Do you agree?" "Yes! As soon as you are out of here we'll go house hunting." "As long as it is as Mrs and Mrs Harrison." "Agreed." They kissed gently and hence started their new relationship. Peter would be a name of the past, Alison a name of their future... The End

Nov 201520

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MYTHS ABOUT TRANSVESTISM: ALL transvestites are gay FALSE.

Since the Drag Queen and transvestic prostitute are highly visible members of the social picture and dramatized on the evening television news, occasionally in television "dramas" and the print media the "average" transvestite is, naturally tarred with the same brush even though in truth few "average" TVs are gay or engage in same-sex sex acts. In fact, MOST transvestites are heterosexual while only a small minority are bi-sexual or exclusively homosexual. This latter statement is supported by the results of a study done by Dr. Wardell Pomeroy (co-author of the famous "Kensey Reports" and director of the San Francisco based Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality) which found that 68% of cross-dressing males are exclusively heterosexual while only 50% of non-cross-dressing males are exclusively heterosexual. It should also be pointed out that some gay males are also, incidentally, transvestites but do not crossdress for the purpose of attracting males, either gay or straight for sexual purposes. MYTH: A transvestite is a potential transsexual. FALSE. The opinion that transvestites are latent, undeveloped or potential transsexuals, is false. Any other form of ignorance is the result of oversimplification and the failure to make distinctions. It IS true both the transvestite and transsexual wear feminine clothing, but they do so for different purposes. While the transvestite often dresses for the physical pleasure of this form of fetishism he always retains or reverts back to and maintains his male gender-identity. It is also true that many transvestites, upon initially bursting forth from their closet assume, because of the lack of information on the subject, they are transsexual. But a TRUE transvestite is quite happy to retain his male gender-role and perform sexually as a male -- although he may OCCASIONALLY fantasize he is the female partner. Definition and Description of Transvestism. It is of the utmost importance to establish the distinctions between transsexualism and transvestism. Originally, a transsexual (TS) was thought to be a type of transvestite (TV). Outside of the fact both dress in apparel normally reserved for opposite physically gendered individuals, although for different purposes and reasons, and, to a certain point in life, live in constant fear of discovery, they have very little in common. Strictly speaking the transsexual is NOT cross-dressing when she wears feminine clothing. Rather SHE cross dresses by wearing masculine clothing to conform with Society's dress code for the physical male. The bi-gendered or cross-gendered person (both the TS and the TV) may start, as early in life as perhaps age 5 years wearing items of opposite sex apparel. Often the apparel worn/used, usually lingerie, are items of mother's or a sister taken either from the laundry or their fresh clothing supply. Occasionally, in early stages, lingerie will be purchased for personal use. It is NOT unusual for the transvestite to use items of feminine apparel as sexual gratification aids in the early stages of sexual awakening. This practice may continue into late adulthood. Occasionally an item or type of apparel, such a bra or panties, or garter-belt and hose, etc., may become a fetish item and required to be worn for, or at least close at hand during, completion of the sex act. Cross-genderists are secretive, because their life-styles are not considered, by non-participants, socially acceptable.{mospagebreak

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