KNOWLEDGE + UNDERSTANDING = WISDOM WISDOM + APPLICATION = TRANSFORMATION When you look at feminising your body the task looks immense and it is true that there is no miracle overnight solution so you need to focus on making small incremental steps toward your personal objective. To give knowledge and understanding for transgenders is our main objective. If you persevere with hormone therapy those small changes will add up to a big transformation so commit yourself to a process that takes genetic females up to 4 years to complete. Don't become discouraged or give up, even a beautiful butterfly has to undergo a long transformation before it emerges but the wait is worth it. Whatever your age or medical condition we have a feminising solution for you and we are in the process of redesigning our website so it presents solutions matching your objectives so that you can source the best cost effective hormone regime for you as an individual. We intend to focus on you and tailor both our products and service to your personal objectives. If you would like us to individualise a treatment course for you then it would assist us in doing so if we knew a little more about you. Transformation with you every step of the way



PASSING IN PUBLIC

Venturing out in public as the feminine you for the first time is nerve wracking as I well remember so from personal experience this is my advice. Build confidence by going window shopping after sunset and don't wear high heels which make it difficult to walk. Your aim on this initial expedition is to blend in which if you are in a busy place will be easy as you'll observe most people are too busy with their own agenda or mobile (cell) phone to pay much notice providing you do nothing out of the ordinary like falling over, wearing outlandish or inappropriate clothing. Think of the last time you went out and see if you can remember anyone on your journey? If they weren't drunk or had a wooden leg you wouldn't have given them a second glance so use your first few window shopping trips to build your self-confidence and remember stick to busy places, women avoid walking in isolated places in the dark because they rightfully feel vulnerable. Blending in is your main objective for it takes a lot of practise before you will be able to walk, talk act and behave instinctively as a genetic female. Observe closely how women dress normally for it is totally differently to how they do so for a special night out, too much make-up, short skirts and over-dressing will be a sure giveaway. Remember when you drive NOT to wear high heels, women keep a pair of flats in their car as heels make driving difficult. If you are going to drive ensure that your car is in roadworthy condition and that all of the lights work as any fault with a car will attract the attention of police patrols So here's a quick checklist before you venture out: * Do not overdo the makeup * Do not wear ostentatious jewellery * Wear a wig that looks natural for your age & is near to your own hair colour * Wear ordinary clothes appropriate to where you are going & your age * Do not wear high heels, walking ius difficult & they present a trip hazard * Ensure if you are driving that your vehicle is fully roadworthy * Avoid any conversation in early forays * Keep to busy areas * Look at you mobile (cell) phone or pretend to use it if you become nervous * Remember like you, everyone else is engrossed in their own world and unless you do something unusual no-one will give you a second glance I have lived my dream full time for 35 years and now would find it hard to act or speak like a man but it took time and I was very nervous when I first ventured out. Self-confidence is developed bit-by-bit and everytime you go out you will gain it. Of course if you are a crossdresser then live is much easier as you can join a TV social group which will have a safe meeting place but please still remember the tips regarding driving a vehicle. Fortunately these days in most countries people are much more tolerant of individuality and T-Girls are no longer subject to the prejudices of the past so be yourself for that is the way to be truly happy.   Best wishes from your fellow T-Girl, Stephanie

HOW TO FEMINISE YOUR VOICE

advice from our transsexual founder

 

When you reached puberty your voice will have 'broken' giving you a manly deeper voice but despite this you can feminise the way you speak and this post will you you how to feminise your voice. Fennella Fielding, a famous UK personality has a deep husky voice which sounds really sexy. First of all do not try and squeak to a higher octave, you will just sound 'camp' instead you need to speak from your stomach rather than from your lungs Practise this by placing your hand on your tummy, taking a deep breath and consciously press down ensuring that it deflates as you speak. This takes some time to master but in time will lead to a 'breathy' sounding feminine voice. Woman have a different way of talking involving gestures so be observant, watch and observe carefully to follow the lilt of their sentences and how they end them. Women are very touchy-feely with female friends but will react very differently to men according to whether they are strangers, acquaintances or friends. Women are generally more reserved and will not seek to dominate a conversation, when they are nervous they will tend to play with their hair, earrings etc If you look feminine then it is much easier to be convincing but the telephone call is much more difficult and the person will tend to make an instant decision on your gender according to your voice. You must sound confident and introduce yourself before saying anything else, so if you answer a call simply state your name "Hi Jennifer Carter speaking" this tells them they are speaking to a woman. If at any point anyone addresses you as 'Sir' confidently correct them and they will apologise and adjust their mindset For those of you serious about sounding feminine especially if you are going to live as a woman then we have a speech therapy training course comprised of CD's and a tutorial which you can obtain For full details of our Speech Therapy Course - please click here Whether you make use of this course or not, you need to observe women in minute detail, the way they air-kiss when meeting close friends, the way they gently shake hands, the way they move their hands whilst speaking in differing situation.

 

LOOK - LISTEN - LEARN then practise in front of a mirror until it becomes second nature. Someone asked me recently to speak as a man which I was 35 years ago and I couldn't remember how to!!! 35 years of living as a woman has made me fluent & confident in the ways of femininity so it come naturally without any conscious thought. Any specific questions you may have on this subject please feel free to email me at steffie@transformation.co.uk



 EXTRAS THAT BOOST MALE TO FEMALE TRANSFORMATION

Over the past 31 years Doctor Temperli, the worlds leading endocrinologist has worked tirelessly to produce ever effective female hormone products using the latest technological delivery systems. We now have transdermal creams, gels, serums, atomisers, suppositories, tablets and capsules but whichever strength or type of medication you choose you will not get maximum benefits and development without using these 2 complementary treatments If you are choosing transdermal treatments, those that deliver doses via absorption through the skin (creams, gels, serums, patches & atomisers) then you must take the time and trouble to remove the natural oils that is produced by your body that impedes the transfer of feminising hormones We produce a special hypo-allergenic Transdermal Skin Prep which you need to thoroughly use by rubbing the treatment area with TSK on cotton wool - you will actually see the residue that it removes even of you have just showered. This simple & cheap procedure more than doubles the skin absorption of all transdermal hormone treatment. A 3- month supply is just £39 When you reached puberty as a male your testes and adrenal glands start flooding your body with the prime male androgen (testosterone) and this is what triggers male pattern hair growth (facial & body), the deepening of your voice and the fertility allowing you to impregnate a female to produce a baby. Obviously male androgens (testosterone) have the exact opposite effect to that of oestrogen (estrogen) so if circulating your body at high strengths will cancel out a large percentage of any female hormones that you take. Without taking a androgen (testosterone) suppressant much of the feminine development you desire will take much, much longer. Remembering it takes genetic females between 3-4 years to achieve full feminine development without androgen impediment do you really want to double that? Our exclusive range of anti-androgens (male hormone suppressants) have been formulated to ensure that you start on a level playing field, just like a girl does. The comprehensive range of delivery methods mirrors that of oestrogen allowing you to match your 2 products complementary treatment easily

INSTANT REMINDER

Transdermal Hormones PLUS Transdermal Skin Prep PLUS Anti-Androgen = BEST PRACTICE Tablets, Capsules, Nasal Sprays, Suppositories, Oral Drops PLUS Anti-Androgen = BEST PRACTICE

SIX OF THE BEST TOP TRANSGENDER TIPS

TIP 1 Don't compare yourself to beautiful female models

Most genetic women do not look like famous film stars or gorgeous models so be realistic as you will want to blend in which means looking like most other women.

Tip 2 Start observing how women behave

Women are bought up to act differently to men so you need to closely observe how they walk, sit, get into cars &are more tactile, touch their hair & earrings. Watch how they greet friends & starngers, how they gesticulate when talking. How they hold a wine glass or cup. Their voice inflections differ, much less assertively so listen carefully and remember to develop a husky voice by breathing from your stomach and avoid a squeaky falsetto tone. Our Speech Therapy Tutorial CD set and Deportment DVD are a really good investment for perfecting all of this.

TIP 3 Dress appropriately for your age & occasion

Women do not wear tiara's to go shopping!! Neither do middle aged females go our in micro-miniskirts and blonde hair down to their waist so first choose an outfit that is appropriate for your age and then remember that women dress completely differently for different occasions so in daytime when shopping they are unlikely to wear much makeup and will be dressed casually in shorts or trousers dependant on the weather which is another determinate. Now when party time comes it is a different world with high heels, sparkly dresses and full makeup with lot's of bling.

TIP 4 Get in Shape

The perfect hourglass shape is what women strive for and you can achieve this quite simply even if you are not taking hormones using silicone breasts, a corset that laces and narrows your waist then hip & bum shapers giving you an instant male to female transformation. All items feature on our site.

TIP 5 Remember to avoid the dead giveaways

Hairy arms, legs & hands are a complete no-no so either use our anti-androgen products to permanently resolve the problem or shave, wax or cover-up. Your hands are likely to be larger than the average women's but long nice nails can distract from this, Likewise a fashionable scarf can hide a prominent Adam's apple. Do not wear thick make-up in daylight and ensure you disguise your beard shadow with a specialist product - see website for details.

TIP 6  Stay Safe

As a man you are relatively safe out and about but all women are vulnerable and trans women especially so (statistics show trans women are more at risk by a factor of 40!!!). Do not draw attention to yourself, avoid any isolated places especially at night. If you think men are observing you get out your mobile and pretend to make a call until they have passed. You cannot run in high heels and tight skirts so dress sensibly and stay safe.

Less than 500 people have seen this! and you & I will never see it.

 

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Every astronaut who has spoken of their journey highlight one common view.

 

From space planet earth by day is a bright colourful but fragile-looking object set against the backdrop of totally black infinity.

 

The colours of the planet cross the entire rainbow spectrum and earth is the most colourful planet ever seem even by the Hubble telescope. Their experience instils in them a sense of wonderment and appreciation of just how unique this place we call home is.

 

If we look at the world from their perspective we can then celebrate the diversity in nature that gives the planet it’s rainbow colours. Most of us are also animal lovers and we value the diversity in our pets, dogs and cats come in all shades of shapes and colours.

 

So now we know that diversity is what makes us happy, yet when it comes to humans some people only seem to like people exactly like themselves and are intolerant of others on the grounds of colour, ethnicity & gender.

 

Gender and sex are two completely different things. In most people, your brain and body are aligned before birth. Yet just like babies are born with physical defects which we correct medically.

 

For transgender people, the brain and body are misaligned so they have the brain of one gender, but the body of another. Over many years either using electrical shock treatment or counselling attempts have been made to reprogram the brain in line with the body, all of which have been unsuccessful, leaving the ONLY option to sync the two by altering the body.

 

Unfortunately, society has been slow to recognise this as a true medical procedure and have therefore heaped more pressure on those facing this life-changing option. As a result the rates of suicide of transgender are unacceptably high as are levels of mental illness brought on by the real fears for their future. My parents disowned me when I transitioned 35 years ago and they died without any reconciliation which pain I still carry. Although society has become more aware of the issue the physical transition still causes immense problems for most who do especially in the areas of family, employment and social interaction.

 

I must admit that I came within a whisker of suicide after years of trying to put off the inevitable decision yet, fortunately, I took the decision to undergo full male to female gender reassignment surgery following hormone treatment. The cost was high, I lost my family, so-called friends and a lucrative job. Adjusting to living on benefits was difficult but at last, I was transfused with a sense of contentment, really liking myself for the very first time.

 

Fortunately for me, I met a wealthy man who agreed to finance Transformation as a not-for-profit venture to help those who wish to transition from male to female. Trans people may want different levels of male to female transformation, transvestites (TV’s) may want an instant reversible convincing change which we cater for with silicone breasts, realistic vagina panties, wigs, in fact, everything they need. There are others who simply want to grow their own female breasts and our site is where you can find female hormones that will fulfil this need. Others may want a total transition but stop short of surgery (often referred to as shemales or ladyboys) and there again we have male to female hormones on our site.

 

Transformation is my ‘baby’ I have loved and cherished it since it was born way back in 1984. I have spent a lot of my husband's money for the research and development (R&D) in financing Doctor Temperli the world-renown.

 

Leading endocrinology (hormone) expert

 

endocrinologist (hormone expert) and he has developed a range of cutting edge feminising hormones. The female hormone delivery options now mean that anyone of any age & with almost any medical condition can find one that is effective and safe to use.

 

I am the living proof of what can be accomplished and as the world’s longest established transgender specialist we know how to help you to fulfil your dream. Please don’t be nervous or afraid, we offer totally confidential help and support throughout the process and you can consult Dr. Temperli for free advice on medical issues or me on the practical ones.

 

The first step is always the hardest but also every day you delay is a day of happiness & contentment lost forever.

 

Stephanie x

 



I founded Transformation way back in 1984 after I had encountered so many problems obtaining in obtaining feminising products that were designed for convincing male-to-female makeovers whether for crossdressing or for transsexuals. Hormone therapy back then was pretty primitive carrying with it many unwanted side-effects and were unsuitable unless you were young and in perfect health. Fortunately I was introduced to Doctor Temperli, the world's pre-eminent expert on hormones (endocrinologist) during a visit to Switzerland and after I told him of my vision he agreed to work with me to develop a comprehensive range of male-to-female transforming hormone products that would provide a safe and effective treatment for anyone whatever their age or medical condition. 31 years later we are able to fulfil this ambition with a variety of strengths and delivery systems, one combination of which is perfect for you whatever your personal ambition. From TVs' who desire small breasts and sensitive nipples all the way to the other end of the transgender rainbow where they seek gender reassignment, we have the combination of hormone therapy that will not only deliver the results but allow you to control the level of feminisation you attain and then switch to a lower dosage to maintain that level. [caption id="attachment_1996" align="alignleft" width="200"] Our founding male to female transsexual Stephanie Anne Lloyd[/caption] Our advice is free, your order is dispatched the next working day securely packed with no clue as to what your parcel contains either using UPS or The Royal Mail and every product you select comes with a 100% 'no quibble' money back guarantee, that's how confident we are after seeing the results of thousands of customers all over the world have achieved which demonstrate just how safe and effective our unique range of hormones are. If you have spent years struggling with indecision then you are not alone, I did too and whilst you may want a different outcome to the one I chose we are here to support you every step of the way. As a not-for-profit venture we are here for you in every respect as we have been for the past 31 years so take my hand and start the journey to realise your dream. My very best wishes, Stephanie Anne Lloyd Transformations Transsexual Founder

Our transsexual founder Stephanie Anne Lloyd has not had an easy life. She was born in 1946 as Keith Michael Hull to parents who were Jehovah’s Witnesses so nothing about her life was easy.

 

After pouring herself into a career she made it as a man all the way up to director of a UK FTSE 100 company with 6,000 employees. She seemed to have it all, a beautiful wife, 3 children, big house, luxury lifestyle yet the nagging from her inner self led to her giving it all up. Stephanie is a true transsexual who could only fight the inevitable for so long. Her stark choice – suicide or admit she was a male to female transsexual & undergo hormone therapy & gender reassignment surgery.

 

At the age of 30 she walked away from everything, resulting in her being totally alone except for a rescue dog called Sheba. Disowned by her parents, shunned by her family & so-called friends. Penniless but at last at peace as a M2F transsexual she came up with establishing a not-for-profit company and called it ‘Transformation’. Her luck changes when a multi-millionaire replied to her advertisement for financial backing making her dream of helping others a reality. This was in 1984 when Stephanie became our transsexual founder and Transformation was born.

 

Stephanie went on to marry her multi-millionaire backer and alongside building Transformation and developing a specialist range of products played an active part in her now husbands supermarket and hotel chains.

 

Having a transsexual founder who understands all the issues faced by both transsexual and transvestites puts Transformation is a unique position of being able to provide not just medical advice but practical answers from someone who has actually experienced everything you will. No-one other than someone who has actually lived through it understands the mental and practical problems & can realistically provide practical solutions.

 

At the age of 69 she still works full time within Transformation ensuring continued research & development and the personal touch is central to her dedicated team. The fact that the average length of service for Team Transformation’s members is 20 years demonstrates their dedication and loyalty to Stephanie’s inspirational leadership. After opening 9 shops, producing hundreds of specialist magazines & DVD’s she shoes no signs of slowing down and produces our weekly blog and Twitter feed plus many of our Facebook postings.

 

Stephanie is bubbly with seemingly inexhaustible energy and enjoys what she does as is obvious to everyone who meets. She was one of the first in the UK to undergo gender reassignment surgery and certainly the most notorious with acres of newspaper and TV coverage she is well grounded and used the opportunity to campaign successfully for the right for transsexuals to have their birth certificates amended.

 

Our transsexual founder has lived her feminine dream for 35 years and there is no one more qualified to give you advice on any related topic and she does this all for free. While others seek to sell you tips and guidance which they have no experience of you can get it all from Stephanie and it will always be free.

 

 80% of every product we sell is unique and made in our own latex factory or developed in Doctor Temperli’s laboratory, exclusive to Transformation which is why we are able to provide a 100% money-back guarantee on everything we provide.

 

Together with Doctor Temperli, the worlds leading endocrinology (hormone) expert she has tirelessly worked (and poured much of her husband's fortune) into cutting edge medical technology forming the basis of the most effective range of feminising hormones which become available from October 2015.

 

If you have never read our transsexual founder's incredible life story which has more ups and downs than a roller coaster then you can do so for free either online or you can download it (again for free) in PDF format.



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Stephanie-a girl in a million-chapter 12

Chapter 12

The Phoenix rises Having reached the conclusion that there was a vast untapped market to explore in the secret, hidden world of transvestism, David, Raiko and I agreed that while David would continue to concentrate all his efforts on the supermarkets, Raiko and I would spend the next few months researching and planning the next vital steps in the growth of the Transformation side of the business. When our plans for mail order catalogue were finalised, Raiko and I turned our hands to sketching out a rough visual layout and writing the necessary copy. Now, all we had to do was hire the models and find a photographic studio willing to take on such an unusual project.   After several rejections we eventually found Studio Alexander whose proprietors, Leslie and Clifford, were prepared to undertake the photography for our catalogue on a fixed-budget basis. Our financial resources were so tight that every single penny had to be well spent.   On the first day of the shoot we arrived at the studio accompanied by six of the best page three girls in the business, and though it was a long and arduous two weeks, we were all delighted and exhilarated when we saw the results of our work on celluloid. Then we found that no company was prepared to print our catalogue I sought out and subsequently bought a 5-colour Heidleberg printing press. Installing it required the demolition & rebuilding of an outside wall and strengthening of the floor to take the 7.5 ton machine. Ever since all of our printing & finishing has been done in-house so all we buy in is paper Some of the models we hired for that first catalogue have since gone on to become very famous in their own right. Lou Varley was just sixteen at the time she modelled for us so her parents' permission had to be sought for her to pose topless, but she has since carved out a very successful and lucrative career for herself. Gail McKenna was another model on that first shoot who became one of the UK's top glamour models. I have to say that, far from being bitchy and competitive, as I had been led to believe, all the girls who worked on our photo shoots for the catalogue proved to be tremendous fun, very friendly and extremely professional.   Our next venture was to launch a small adult contact magazine called Connections, which proved to be unique in that we not only accepted al advertisements free of charge but also forwarded all replies to the advertisers at our own expense. The fact that our magazine was so glossy and well produced in comparison to the competition also contributed greatly to its success.   Our second launch, another contact magazine, Direct Connect (so named because we featured actual telephone numbers), was a far more ambitious project. Every single 'contact' had to be checked and verified in order to weed out those who might be seeking financial rewards for services, any potential 'perverts', the 'time-wasters' - who delighted in giving false names and addresses - and, of course, to ensure that every advertisement complied with current legal requirements Our expansion into such diverse businesses as publishing, mail order, retailing and groceries provided an opportunity to utilise all the skills and expertise I had acquired over the years, and it wasn't long before the results of our intensive marketing efforts began to pay off. When commercial success finally came, it came on all fronts. Thus we were able to form the strong foundation on which our group companies is now based.   The supermarkets were open from 7am until 11pm seven days a week, 365 days a year and we used every possible concept to promote the fact - from loss leaders to silly ten pence offers at traditionally slack times. We even organised events such as pancake races around the stores, and soon we were welcoming a steady stream of traffic through our doors from the moment we opened at seven in the morning right up until we closed at eleven, 365 days a year yes even Christmas Day, when we sold more batteries than in the rest of the year.   One problem we experienced, however, was with Stockport Council, who resolutely policed The Sunday Trading Law, regularly sent officers into our stores on Sundays to purchase prohibited items such as dog food or frozen foods. By its very nature, operating large self-service food stores made it virtually impossible to enforce the archaic law which dictated that people can legally purchase cigarettes, alcohol and girlie magazines on a Sunday but are not able to buy cough medicine, frozen foods, a bible or anything that comes in cans. Try telling a customer that he can have his eggs for breakfast but you won't sell him the bacon to go with it, and see whether he ever shops with you again!   Inevitably we were hauled before the courts and charged with unlawfully selling a tin of dog food and a packet of washing powder, for which we were fined the outrageous sum of £600. The case which preceded ours involved a drunk driver who had crashed his car. His fine was just £150. So, by definition, it was four times more serious to sell a can of dog food on a Sunday than to risk killing someone whilst driving under the influence of alcohol! One more nail in the coffin for the British justice. It developed into a regular pattern so I was in court every two weeks to be fined for breaching the Sunday Trading Law, we eventually just accepted that it was just a cost of trading, besides it was only Stockport Council that seemed determined to prosecute us.   Thinking that supermarket price promotions ought to be on items that you could not store, ruling out canned and products that could be frozen, I hit on the idea of using loss-leading products to feature in our leaflet drops. I sold newspapers, magazines and milk at half-price which substantially increased our regular daily footfall. Then W.H. Smith's wholesale stopped supplying us which meant we had to buy via a third party until we successfully won a court case that resulted in the abolition of fixed retail prices.   Having identified a huge gap in the transvestite market, we now developed the ambitious concept of TV Scene - a lavishly produced, glossy, 52-page magazine which would feature colour photography as well as in-depth investigative articles on topics ranging from hormones and transvestism to the law and sex-change operations. At that point we decided to form a separate company to cope with our fast-expanding publishing division, which by now had taken over the entire flat with the exception of our bedroom. Just when we started looking for suitable alternative premises a suite of first-floor offices right across the road came on to the market. This was the humble start of our head offices, which now stretches across both floors of what was 8 separate buildings. Expansion of space was fortuitous as I crossed the road to buy spotlight bulbs from Smith's Stores who sold practically everything from a row of internally linked terrace properties. Tom Pimlot, aged 70, whose grandmother founded the business a 100 years before looked glum when his default image was a cheerful chappy. 'What's up Tom' 'I thought I had sold the premises to RBS (Royal Bank of Scotland) but at the last moment had lowered their financial offer. 'I tell you what Tom we need more space so you get an independent valuation as will I, and I will pay you the midpoint between them. The deal was sealed with a simple handshake. When our valuation was £10,000 more than his despite his protestations that he would be satisfied with his figure I insisted that he accept the extra £5,000. Little did I realise how influential their family was in the Manchester business society and how I had honoured a deal on nothing more than a handshake would open the door to more deals conducted on the simple premise that "my word was my bond".   Production of the first issue of TV Scene began in earnest, and as we knew the costs of launching would be astronomical it was decided that, in order both to keep the costs as realistically affordable level and to come up with something sufficiently startling to promote it, nude photographs of me should form the basis of the lead story. After all, I was by now quite infamous as well as being an incredibly cheap model (read free!).   Studio Alexander again undertook the assignment, with Leslie himself shooting the photographs behind locked studio doors and with the bare minimum of people present - one of whom was (at her own request) Lisa, my eldest stepdaughter as well as a young girl named Clare for whom it was her first days work after leaving university, (she was to eventually to become my surrogate daughter and has remained so through her marrying and producing 2 beautiful daughters) Thus, at the ripe old age of forty-one, I added yet another experience to my life. of nude (but tasteful) modelling. The final photographs were truly stunning, and shot so tastefully that I could find no reason to be ashamed of the fact that they not only adorned the pages of the launch issue of TV Scene, but were subsequently acquired by a national Sunday newspaper and published across its centrefold! Once again I received a great deal of criticism (mainly from women who accused who accused me of grossly exploiting my new-found femininity), but on that occasion it didn't bother me in the least as I knew I was the only nude model we could afford.   Shortly afterwards I was asked to appear in a television programme to debate the issue of man's exploitation of glamour models. Also present was William Roach (better known as Ken Barlow in Coronation Street, Gabby, the now deceased editor of the Star newspaper and an extremely beautiful young lady called Miranda, who had recently received £15,000 for three days' work posing for nude photographs destined for publication in Penthouse. When asked whether I agreed with the notion that Miranda was exploited by men, I'm afraid I could only smile wryly and say: 'It's extremely difficult to feel Miranda has been exploited by men when they're the very ones who have just financed a rather large sum of money in return for such an exceptionally short period of work!'   Meanwhile, the Transformation side of our business continued to improve as we slowly built up a relationship of trust and complete confidence with new customers, many of whom have been loyal customers throughout our 30 year history. Despite much initial opposition from the press, who stubbornly refused to accept our advertising, a combination of legal threats, persuasion, persistence and a willingness to rewrite our copy whenever required has gradually helped us overcome their early resistance.   The fact that Raiko, David and myself all firmly believed in conducting as much research as possible before committing ourselves to a project has, in my opinion, contributed greatly to the success of our many business interests. For example, once we had discovered that our competitors' merchandise consisted solely of standard women's clothing, which was far from suitable for men who usually have much larger dimensions and a shape that needed feminising so we committed ourselves to the obvious step of manufacturing an exclusive range of correctly sized and shaped clothing, Luck, too, played a part, in that the very moment we made this decision I happened to learn that the owner of the mill which manufactured some of our underwear & was keen to divest himself of the worry of owning his own business but didn't want to retire altogether. We struck a deal which would allow me to acquire the company without any initial payment on the proviso that, in return for guaranteeing him a job for life running the manufacturing operation, with the commitment that we would eventually aim of buying him out altogether. It worked exceedingly well for both parties.   Now we were prospering to such an extent that we were able to invest some of our profits in developing new related ventures First we opened a guest house in Prestwich, at which transvestites were able to take anything from a one-night break to a full week's holiday and be free to indulge in total privacy their love of living as women. We provided everything from clothes, wigs and shoes to instruction in make-up techniques, voice coaching and the subtleties of female deportment.   It was an immediate success at a time there is so much prejudice and misunderstanding surrounding transvestites, most of which were heterosexual and married with children. We guaranteed a safe haven in which they could relax and indulge the gentler aspects of their personalities would find themselves inundated with bookings. Word spread far wider than even we had anticipated, and it wasn't long before an Australian television company approached us with a request to make a documentary about a typical weekend at our hotel.   Joining our guests for dinner every evening after work became a regular part of David's and my routine, and invariably our guests would offer us their warmest thanks and heartfelt appreciation for providing them with what many of them came to regard as the only safe retreat they had, sadly, the majority were men who were either forced to keep their 'secret' hidden from their wives or who had long since abandoned all hope of marriage for fear their prospective partners would never understand Our guests included people from all strata of society; from bricklayers and labourers, policemen and judges, accountants, lawyers, pop singers and high ranking politicians, even the head of one of Britain's then largest nationalized industries was a guest. Another ambition was realized when, after many months of searching for the right premises and a multitude of setbacks, we opened a branch in London right next to Euston Station.. From Day One our formula of offering quality goods and value for money, combined with a pleasant, helpful empathetic staff who adhered strictly to our golden rule of customer confidentiality, was enough to ensure that we rapidly achieved market dominance. Our shops grew to a total of 9, with 5 in the UK, 2 in Ireland, Dublin & Belfast and Frankfurt & Berlin in Germany.   Our experiences with the guest house confirmed that all transvestites need a safe place where they can dress and behave as women without fear of discovery. It's such a harmless thing to want, and yet it's the one thing they find virtually impossible to do. In order to meet that need we introduced another unique service, which we call TV Changeaways; these consist of four-hour sessions during which we provide absolutely everything to transform men into glamorous women. All the clothes, wigs and shoes are supplied by us, and our own highly trained beauticians make up each man's face. When the transformation is complete, the customers are free to roam the shop, chatting to, and having a drink with, the staff, sit upstairs in our luxurious Changeaway lounges and read magazines, watch TV or a video, or do virtually anything they want to do that provides them with a few peaceful hours away from prying eyes.   It's the nature of our business that neither class nor profession provide any difference when it comes to men's strange fetishes. we once had a man from London visit our Manchester shop late one evening when both Raiko and I were there alone. He undressed in a cubicle, donned all his favourite items of women's clothing including stockings, suspenders and high heels, expertly applied his make-up and then, as calmly as you please, informed us he was off for a drive around the neighbourhood and would we please keep an eye on his clothes.   Ten minutes later he came rushing back into the shop in an absolute panic, tears streaking rivulets of mascara-black lines down his carefully made-up cheeks, words pouring out of his mouth in an unintelligible jumble. I took one look at Raiko, whose stunned expression mirrored my own. The man was so distressed he was incoherent. Eventually we managed to calm him down enough for him to be able to tell us what had upset him so. Apparently he'd left the shop happy as a sandboy (though sand girl would be more appropriate, I guess), tripping along the street in his six-inch heels, only to find when he turned the corner that his car was nowhere in sight - obviously it had been stolen. 'What will I do?' he wailed. 'Well, all you have to do is change back into your own clothes and then report it to the police,' I said, still not quite having grasped the enormity of this man's predicament. 'But you don't understand,' he wept. 'I am the police.' 'You're what? shrieked Raiko and I in disbelieving unison. 'I'm a detective inspector with Scotland Yard,' the man explained, tearfully. 'And what's even worse: the boot of my car is full of your magazines and catalogues! If my colleagues find those, I'm ruined!' Raiko went off to make the poor guy a cup of hot, strong, sweet tea while I tried to think up a plausible explanation for his predicament. We then persuaded him to clean off his make-up, change back into his ordinary clothes and then phone the local police station, saying he'd been in the neighbourhood, had stopped off for a pint, and when he'd returned to his car he'd discovered it had been stolen. as we had been the only shop still open at that time of night, he'd come in (not realizing, of course, what kind of shop we were) to ask whether we had seen or heard anything suspicious and to use our telephone. Within half an hour a squad car arrived on our doorstep, and a posse of policemen took him off for a drive around the locality to see if they could find his missing car. We never did hear any more from him, though we've often wondered whether his vehicle was recovered and, if so, what happened about the cache of 'embarrassing items' concealed in the boot!   The interesting thing is, once a man has a particular fetish, no amount of money is spared in his attempts to find gratification. Take the Manchester-based man whom we christened the 'Satin Man', for example: he didn't look like he had two ha'pennies to rub together judging by his appearance and the state of his grubby clothes, and yet every week he would turn up to purchase every single satin item we might have in stock, often buying the same items twice regardless of whether they were in his size not. Furthermore, he always paid in good old fashioned cash! He must have an entire wardrobe full of satin by now - certainly far more than he could possibly ever have the opportunity to wear. But like all our customers their 'secret" hobby is harmless and as one Chief Constable commented ' you have single-handedly almost wiped out the theft of female underwear from clotheslines'.   Another customer who provided Raiko and me with many hours of speculation was the taxi driver who would come in every Wednesday morning to purchase a number of items, only to return again that afternoon and purchase exactly the same items all over again! 'What do you think he keeps buying the same items twice for?' I'd ask Raiko in puzzlement. 'Search me,' he'd reply. 'Perhaps he buys one lot for himself and then shows them to a friend who wants an identical set for himself.' Eventually our curiosity got the better of us and we were compelled to find out more. The next time he came in I jokingly said, 'Here, you haven't got a twin brother by any chance, have you?' Just one look at his shocked expression was enough to tell us that we had accidentally hit the nail on the head. 'How d-did you know?' he stammered. Raiko and I were so stunned that we could only exchange a weak smile and shrug. Imagine! Twin brothers, both with the same fetish and both apparently oblivious of their twin's secret! Though whether they're still oblivious after our blunder I wouldn't like to say - perhaps we even unwittingly did them both a favour. After all, they might be immensely relieved to know they're not alone!   Our business may have steadily grown on all fronts, but it was far from plain sailing. In our case, many of the problems have been the direct result of prejudice much from our neighbours. I've made it my practice to ignore prejudice and hostility as much as I can, but when it interferes with my life, my work or, indeed, any of the people I love, then I can become a formidable adversary.   Though I'm no stranger to prejudice and intolerance, they still have the power to sadden me immensely. For prejudice and intolerance, which are born out of ignorance, breed hatred and resentment: and when these feelings are allowed to go unchecked, particularly on a global scale, senseless wars of one kind or another is often the result.   Although our success has been built primarily on a foundation of hard work and a great deal of perspiration, I'm well aware that fortune has also played its part. After all, if I hadn't met Raiko or David none of the success we all presently enjoy would have been possible.   In 1987 I found myself reflecting on what a very long way I had come since the day Keith was transformed into Stephanie. As I recalled the personal and practical difficulties I had faced years earlier - the dearth of information, the relative lack of knowledge and sources of support available to people like myself - I knew the time had finally come for me to realize one of my dearest wishes.   That autumn we founded the Albany Gender Identity Clinic, specifically to offer counselling to people wishing to avail themselves of professional help in solving any problem they might have to do with their own gender. The clinic is a subsidized operation employing doctors and specialists trained in all the various aspects of gender identity problems, with counselling, support, medical advice and treatment available to all who need it in complete confidence Although the clinic is based next to our offices in Manchester it serves patients from all over the UK and abroad.   Over the past few years prejudice has threatened our business over and over again: our companies have been refused cover by one of the largest insurance companies in the UK: we were once stripped of our credit card facilities by Barclaycard who said "we do not cater for perverts" this whilst they still were supporting apartheid in South Africa and yet, ironically, now that I am perceived to be successful, many of those same people who once vilified me as an 'unacceptable freak' now tolerate me as an 'acceptable eccentric'. Wealth, or lack of it, should never be of the least significance - but apparently it is. It's a sad, but telling, indictment of our society's values when in reality a good road sweeper is better than a bad king.   On 9 December 1989 I publicly fought - and won - an albeit minor victory for women in the battle for equality between the sexes. For three years the issue of allowing women to become members of the Lancashire County Cricket Club had been raised at the LCC's Annual General Meeting, and each time it was defeated. Much controversy had raged in the press and, quite rightly, women's groups throughout the country were annoyed and frustrated at the blind arrogance of those men who still clung to the belief that women were not worthy of membership.   About the same time I received a letter from the Inland Revenue (with whom I had been waging my own private war for recognition as a woman), which stated: 'Dear Miss Lloyd, whilst we have no doubts about your femininity, for tax purposes we must continue to treat you as a single male.' Knowing that I would never be able to change the fact that legally I was still regarded as a male was a constant source of frustration and irritation to me. However, as I sat at my desk, exasperated at this peremptory note, an idea began to take shape. If I was going to have to spend my entire life being officially classified as a male, might there not be some way of using that fact to solve another problem?   I duly applied to join the Lancashire County Cricket Club as Keith Michael Hull and, lo and behold, my application for membership was accepted. The next annual general meeting took place on 9 December and, armed with my birth certificate, a copy of the letter I had received from the Inland Revenue and (in accordance with club rules) dressed in a very smart velvet trouser suit, complete with silk shirt and tie, I attended the AGM - as was my right.   Fortunately, because of the amount of publicity the club had received in previous years, the TV crews were out in full force in anticipation of hordes of angry women demanding to be allowed membership. I waited until most of the members were seated in the meeting hall before entering the reception area. Immediately the TV crew jumped in front of me and a reporter said: 'Excuse me, madam, we're here to interview women about the fact that you are banned from membership of the club. Could we have your views?' 'But I'm a member', I said. 'A fully paid-up member, and I am going in.' Not immediately realizing who I was, the TV crew obviously thought I must be some kind of nutcase and stopped filming while I marched up to the door, voting card in had, and approached the steward. 'Sorry, madam, but you can't come in here,' he said officiously. 'But I'm a member,' I smoothly replied. The steward's face dropped. 'But...but you can't be...you're a woman!' he spluttered.   'Well, it seems the government disagrees with you. They don't regard me as a woman, and neither did your committee when they accepted my application for membership.' I watched a multitude of expressions from discomfiture via panic to sheer horror cross the steward's face. I raised my eyebrows slightly and said: 'Now, here's my birth certificate, a letter from the government which clearly states that no matter what I might call myself, or how I might appear, I am legally still a male, my membership card and my voting card. Now, perhaps, you will kindly let me in.' By this time the steward was beginning to look decidedly ill. Unsure about what action he could take next, he called the club secretary over and I had to go through the whole exercise again. Meanwhile, David, who (although he wasn't a member) had accompanied me as a gesture of support, slipped into the hall unnoticed. The club secretary sent for the president, who in turn sent for the club's solicitor, who took one look at me and declared: 'I don't know Miss Lloyd except by reputation, and all I can say is, if you don't admit her you are likely to have a writ on your desk first thing tomorrow morning. And I'm telling you now, you will lose this case. You have no alternative but to let her in.'   Looking utterly defeated, the president's shoulders sagged, and with a great sigh he reluctantly uttered the immortal words: 'Let her in.' Two thousand pairs of male eyes almost popped out of their sockets as, hair flowing down my back and looking every inch a woman, I walked down the central aisle and seated myself on a vacant chair. After several false starts the meeting began and after the routine matters, it was opened up for questions from the floor I took one look at the queue forming in front of the microphone in the centre of the aisle (I hadn't realized that members would be invited to address the meeting), so quite spontaneously stood up and took my place at the end of it. The poor president took one look at me standing in the queue and visibly began to squirm. Then it was my turn to speak. 'Mr President, ladies and gent...oh, I must apologize, I'm afraid I forgot that there aren't any ladies here.' I referred to several of the objections that had been raised as valid reasons for keeping women out of the club and then tackled one that had really incensed me. 'One gentleman objected on the grounds that, if women were granted admittance, you'd soon have an army of kids running amok. What I would like to know is, who fathered these 'kids' whose presence you fear so much?' I paused, then simply started: 'It would appear that the two thousand men present today all deny any involvement in the production or these children.' You could have heard a pin drop. 'I'd also like to say that I find it rather, er, interesting, to note that though you regard yourselves as one of the last bastions of male dominance and supremacy, you none the less elected a mere female as your patron. Presumably, unlike me as a fully paid up member your patron, The Queen, would not be granted admittance.' The silence was deafening. Slowly, I looked around, gratified to note from the expressions on many faces that my comments had served to highlight the ridiculousness of the situation. 'Well, gentlemen, you do now have one female member of the LCC and, I'm afraid, there is nothing that you can do about it. So why not be sensible now, and cast your votes in favour of allowing the rest of the fair sex in Having said all I had to say, there was nothing left for me to do but return to my seat. As I sat down, the elderly gentleman seated next to me leaned over, took my hand in his and with a gentle squeeze whispered to me: 'My dear, you are one very brave lady.' When they had recovered from the shock, several men rushed forward to complain about my having been allowed publicly to address the meeting; but the president, knowing the true legal position, refused to acknowledge their protests. Then, to my surprise, one gentleman took the microphone and said: 'Mr President, I would like to say that I think it is a sad fact that one of the few people present today who have come correctly attired - and even wearing an LCC tie - in accordance with club rules, should be the lady who spoke earlier.' The motion was carried by a seven per cent majority and the meeting was closed. That evening, my victory made the TV news and virtually every newspaper (including the 'quality' press) featured the story the next day. For once I was proud of the achievement that had destroyed one more example of gender discrimination.