A few days

Well a few days have slipped by, two photo sessions in the week, more stuff tried on etc and yes they all fit. In total nine corsets have been dispatched to D of Second Coming to be sold on as they are too big for both of us.
Session 1



Session 2



Aaaaanyway, Saturday is a night out at the Magic Theatre in far flung Brockley for their Halloween event. We leave in what we think is plenty of time. The AA reckons three quarters of an hour, hmmmmm. Well at least an hour and a half later we arrive, thankfully we manage to park quite close. The delay was an accident at Russell Square :-(.
We meet up with the lovely Penny and Natacha and admire the eye candy. Of course Magic Theatre events are a bit of a tranny magnet and some rather lush ladies are there. The first 'act' is a bit, well to be honest not that good and I wonder if they are paying the venue to be there more than the other way round. The band are rather good once they have warmed up and a good time is had by all. We take our leave not long after the band finish as the DJ has turned the volume up a tad too far. Now don't get me wrong I like my music loud but this was rather strident and verging on the painful, there is a world of difference between good quality loud and as this was bad quality loud. So we arrive home around 1.00 and sad people we are sit down to watch Strictly Come Dancing and all those wonderful frocks.
Stephanie came over Monday, loads of pictures taken in the A.M. then a visit to Brent Cross, it is of course half-term round our way and the place is rather busy. Today we take ourselves off to Westfield at White City. We much prefer it to Stratford, less crowded, more airy and a better class of shop. We spend a rather nice few hours window shopping.

Bargain

Email last night from M&S, a sale! A quick search and there it was the jacket I was seriously considering, not £45 but £23 ! Who cares the money is running out rather speedily, I have tops to go with it and frocks and trousers. Yes jeans and trousers. Ah well times move on you know. Silly clothes are all very well but the object is to pass, well perhaps not pass but not to draw too much attention to oneself, or is it? Is it really that it is not so important to pass but to have our attempts appreciated. To look like real women. I do emphasise the word attempt though. There is of course a time and a place for sillyness and I, like others do love a bit of sillyness. Short frocks and tottering heels have their place but not usually daytime and definitely not in Tesco's. Of course some women do and people look and point at them, therefore we girls shouldn't be surprised if we get that sort of attention.

Odd isn't it? Not really

It has been mentioned to me that I never notice when people are looking at me. Now I am fully aware that I pass through life almost completely oblivious to what is going on around me, especially people. It happened again yesterday I troll off to post some letters and am observed by madam. When I return she says, what is it about you that everyone just stops and looks? Well that is bye-the-bye, the fact is I didn't notice them looking and then of course I realised why. They do it after I have passed them and without eyes in the back of my head how on earth am I supposed to know? I can't can I, although I did notice one woman as she reacted most favourably as she came towards me, it was a sort of oooooooooooooo :-) I 'spose there are things about people that they, because it is normal for them, forget but come as a surprise to others. Is it the newly acquired tan? Is it the very short bleached hair? Is it the tattoo's, the way I walk etc, etc or a combination. I dunno but all these things and more, are well, part of me so I forget them. Perhaps one day I'll catch someone at it and have the courage to ask them. Of course when I say that perhaps I should spend more time in a frock as people don't seem to notice me then that of course is met with a negative response ;-)

Trying it on

So the grand try on of all the old clothes has all but finished and... it all fits again and in some cases are now too big !! But the statement of the day has to have come from madam. After simply years of stealing, being given and having made me frocks she now comes to me and says... do you have any summer frocks I can borrow for our holiday. Now do you all see how lucky I am to have someone like this. We give each other clothes, we share clothes, we buy each other clothes. Oh my, oh my I am sooooooo lucky and yes everyday I do give thanks, I do think of all those girls who have do this in secret.
This to me is why I do not need all the t-girl support groups websites etc, to spend secretive hours in the company of other girls.
I don't need to label myself. I am not transwhatever, I am me, as I have always been. Not for me the desperation of not having dressed for ages. I can dress in whatever way I choose whenever I choose. I can leave the house in male or female mode, visit local shops in either mode without a care. My femininity, if I have any, is apparent in both male and female modes to the point where it is now 'normal' and not even second nature. Not for me the hiding from nearly anyone I know or am related to, the only people who do not know are people I know will not understand and why on earth should I instigate aggravation for the sake of it. If people do not approve then who am I to force it upon them.

Clickety-click

Well having been thoroughly turned off by Flicker's new layout and fed up with what seems like talking to myself on Ipernity and of course swearing blind I have better things to do with my life than fart about reading drivel masquerading as life shattering news and witty banter telling of the minutiae of sad peoples lives on Facebook I shall post these here. After sorting through all my clothes I find there is a wealth of stuff that now fits again, if I get to my target by losing another seven pounds they will look even better.