Three Go Mad in Manchester

Sorry for not writing in the last couple of months. Been trying to work out how to do it. Answer seems to be to link to another blog since it is written as a story. The picture is the most important picture of my life and is of me outside my "local" in Manchester. I hope you enjor reading it as much as I have writing it. It helps to be English and you do need to use your imagination, but it is all true!

So have fun: Three go mad in Manchester

Hugs All,

Trish

Barnet Fair

Three days out and I'm absolutely shattered. Didn't want to stop though, never do. Met a load of people:


Sonia (gg) – who put her tongue so far down my throat that I thought she was going to come up with my dinner. Warning signs however. She seemed more interested in the contents of my bag than my gorgeous bod ha-ha. Be careful girl, the village is full of thieves.


John – a lovely man who said we have talked before but I can't remember. He complimented me on having the sexiest legs in the village and told me not to do anything to them. But what am I likely to do to them- amputate?? Actually they are too skinny .


Karen – long and serious chat who really questioned me deeply about my motivations and desires. She desperately wants hormones and can't wait change full time. She was in trouble when she was younger and still gets very angry within herself. She is hoping that the hormones will calm her down.


And Tina. Got to know her on Friday night and she came back to the hotel with me. Hanky Panky? As if. She wanted a wig – as did I so we agree to shopping on Saturday. I had planned on getting my ears pierced but a new wig is just as important. Earlier in the week I had tried a wig on in drab but you need make-up on to fully appreciate it so didn't buy.


So after a lazy Saturday morning we get dressed – Tina has long hair but it is thinning so she could definitely do with a wig. My wig has had it and is a bit passée now. We received advice the previous night from somebody who seemed to know an awful lot about it but didn't dress outside. We went to the pub for a couple of beers to loosen up and then walked along the canal path to Tina's flat, about thirty minutes away, so she could pick up some money.


Back out again to get a cab to take us into the centre. We end up standing on the roadside, Tina in black dress and boots, me in black miniskirt and patterned tights waiting to hail a cab. Cars were beeping their horns and people were making comments at us through the car windows. We looked like a couple of transvestite hookers. Eventually a cab came and dropped us off in the middle of Manchester.


Tina had never been out in the daylight before and I could see she was a bit phased by it. We had about a five minute walk to the wig-shop; and Manchester was packed solid. We got a few comments but nothing too bad. Two things I like about people's expressions: one is the little grin; they know you are a tranny but are glad they have spotted you, the other is a look of shock on some peoples faces as they get close to you and realise what you are. Tried one wig shop but struck gold at the second. Tina found a blonde wig for under £20, lucky cow. Mine was a bit more expensive and lighter in colour than my old one with flecks of red in it. Much more modern.


We walked back through the centre, Tina wearing her new wig, me carrying mine because I wanted some time to try to style it. We walked back into the village and, on a bit of high had a couple of drinks which is where the pictures are taken. That is Canal Street at the heart of the village. In the summer it will be packed but it was freezing that evening. One thing though, it is far easier to go out dressed with another girl than it is on your own.







Later we went and shot some pool, a first for me dressed and not easy. My fringe and necklace kept getting in the way then back to the hotel for some food and to get dressed for the nightclub. That was a step too far for me although I did try. Three days in a row out most of the night is too much. Tina, I had a great time and I hope you did too – and your wig is brill.


Other projects – two more weeks before I can book my next burlesque class (I missed one week with a bad ankle). My walk is really coming on as I spent most of the weekend in my ankle boots. So is my French manicure skills. I reckon by about 2012 I will be quite good at it!
Here's an interesting one. The possibility of getting filmed for the Internet in a marathon sex session. Not sure I'm ready yet and have not yet received a reply from the organiser so we'll see. May be able to get to Sheffield on Friday to try sorting out the netball team – though I've already picked up a couple of ringers. There are two gay pride events, one in Sheffield and one in Manchester which I want to attend and Sparkle too.



So busy times and interesting times.


Will take a while to get used to my new rug though!

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Why is it that I have spent fifty years of my life hardly noticing anybody wearing heels. When I've got them on myself however they click like drum beats and they are all I can hear.

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Tara, my dance instructor, recommended that I wore heels to practice my walk for burlesque. So I bought these really lovely kitten heeled ankle boots and have been wearing them with drab in the last couple of days. Another Tara recommended was to buy some decent eye-liner. £17.50!!! but it is good.

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Also bought three lovely dresses. A white sun dress for when the weather warms up, a dead slinky LBD (can now claim to be a woman since I have a little black dress) which will make its début next week – three days in Manchester YAY, YAY, YAY – and the pretty button through shown in the pic which I wore out on Friday. I am certain that both my dress sense and my make-up is coming on and I am becoming far more individual in what I choose to buy. Also bought some trousers for work but they were no good. Even I am losing weight, now only nine stone and I'm 5 foot ten. English size 10 is now too big for me; good news though is that I'm definitely a size 12 in dresses. Size 0 here I come, ha-ha.

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I am starting to notice girls who look like me. Tall, slender, dark-haired and sexy ha-ha. What makes them special? What makes them individual? How is their make-up complimenting them? What assets are they revealing? That is fun but I need to start talking to them as well. Things do seem to be tipping in that area as well. I am finding that I'm sharing a far greater affinity with girls everywhere – at work, on the train, in the shops. Maybe its because I'm much more open in my femininity and do not now try to hide it. It also helps that I notice things more and am willing to point them out; though I'm still too passive.

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I've finally lost all of my pairs of clip on earrings. They are just like socks! So next week in Manchester will finally get my ears pierced. I'm ready for it and my target date was June, so I'm not too far ahead of myself. Then I'm going to buy myself some really tarty hooped earrings ha-ha. Am aware however of how much work is needed and that you have to keep turning them to stop infection. Earrings and boots may be too much for work at this stage, not sure how I'm going to play it yet.

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Oh and I've sort of come out at work. Have told Kellie who doesn't work on-site with me but is very open and honest. Certainly our phone calls and emails are far more fun now she knows – and she thinks its brilliant that I have the courage to do it. She will help me. I have two girls on-site in mind to help me out further; can't just do it myself. The time has to be right and I must be ready. Maybe the week after next.

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Talking about being ready, I think I am nearly ready for a man. Not a man to have sex with, though he will be welcome to me whenever he wants, but a man to share in a relationship; to be there for, to look pretty for. Someone who is strong and will protect and care for me also. The big question is I suppose, am I enough of a woman yet? I suspect not quite but I am getting there!

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Burlesque

This is definitely the most frightening thing I've ever done but has given me so much confidence and a will to go further still. Had to go to the club in drab without knowing what to expect. When I got there the main class was in progress. The club was only open for the burlesque classes so that was ok . There were six girls in fishnets, heels and panties practicing the moves (actually doing a fan dance which I would attempt later). I had to announce myself and why I was there. My class was an hour after theirs but I'd given myself half-an-hour to get changed.

Bought a beer from the bar and went to the ladies to put my slap on. Wore my gold flapper dress but no fishnets (Joanne had ruined them – see last post) did have some tights at least. Also six inch heels (but brought my gold flats as well, full make-up and jewellery. Water wasn't hot enough for a decent shave but did a good job and was pleased with how I looked. Went back into the hall as the previous class was finishing. The girls were all only half concentrating on the lesson because they knew I was there and kept checking me out. At the end though they all smiled at me, wished me luck and told me how much I would enjoy it. They were not at all phased out.

Met my tutor, Tara, who is lovely. She was obviously interested in me and transgendered people in general and we talked about it a lot. She complimented me on my look and loved my wig which, she said, looked so natural. I think she was just being nice. She told me that the girls on the class before knew I was coming and were not worried about it at all.
We started off with the fan dance but it became apparent fairly early on that I needed more flexibility to it properly but we persevered until the end so I know all the moves. After a quick discussion we decided that the burlesque would have to wait a while and we would concentrate on improving my femininity; so we worked on my walk, my posture and how I should sit and behave socially. One thing I didn't know was that when I walk I should slightly cross my legs as I stride which opens up my hips. The other thing was the confident stride, heel first then toe. Not at all easy in six inch heels! When I sit and am talking to someone I should cross my legs at my ankles and lean slightly forward engaging them with my eyes. Again very difficult for someone who has been brought up to lean back and slouch.

Finally we did exercises to improve my suppleness and posture. I have been given homework and need to do these exercises for a month before making another booking. The exercises are based around strengthening my calves, thighs and ankles to help with wearing my heels; loosening my hips to help with my walk and strengthening the top of my spine to help with my posture.

All this time we talked about clothes, make-up and other feminine traits. Tara recommended that I spend some money on a good eye-liner and told me the best shops to go to find tailored clothes which would flatter my figure. She, like me, is very slim. Just a lot more elegant.

I loved every minute of it but must now practice hard for a month.

I can't wait for my next lesson.

The Mother and Daughter of it

What a good sissy I was at the weekend. I brought a young sissy back to my hotel room and let him dress in my clothes. I opened my suitcase and he was in seventh heaven. I showed him what to do and, after I had finished styling my wig on him, it seemed I was looking at my own daughter. He is only 24, his name is John, and sadly he is very much in denial. He would not let me take a picture.

I offered him the chance to go out dressed in public on Easter Monday but he declined. Just do a quick dress-up he said. So he quickly got everything on again and just as quickly took it off before going to his parents for lunch. I tried to get him to give me a girls name for himself but he wouldn't. Still, he had a few hours of my time and my experience. I have his phone number filed under Joanne and have texted him to say that I am there when he needs me. I hope he does and I hope he doesn't make the same mistakes as I did at his age. We'll see but I bet he will.

Introduced a Swiss Miss to cockney rhyming slang; had a furious political debate and was very glad that Tricia is a socialist who cares about people, not companies. Went out dancing two nights in four – club doesn't shut until four so its almost impossible for a wrinkly like me to do it all the time. Went out dressed as an obviously sissy male with full female clothing (girls jeans, top, coat,and my lovely new kitten heeled ankle boots) no wig but fairly unsubtle make-up and lashings of perfume. One guy made a bee-line to me to sniff that I was wearing the perfume so that obviously worked. Apart from that spent three whole days dressed. I loved it to death.

Interesting discovery. I have raised my kids until I have sixteen year old twins and a nineteen year old daughter. Was talking about this to a group of people in the gay village when one of them said. “You have done what most people in the village dream about”. I've never thought of things like that but I love all three immensely even though the twins are a bit aggressive with me at the moment because they can't understand it. I will never let them down though!

Met Daphne who is an elderly but professional sissy (can we be that?) She dresses at home, catches the bus, comes to the village and has fun. What do people say?
“There goes Daphne out enjoying herself again”
Nobody cares because everybody knows. So brave of her but she's through it. Good on you Daphne.

Oh John, Joanne, or whatever, just think! Be true to yourself!

Next entry when I get time – my first burlesque class – aaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggh.

But I did it :)

Walk on the Wildside

Early Evening in a Manchester Pub

The football has just finished on the television at my local. The pub is now quiet and it will be an hour or so before some more of the girls arrive. I am quietly reading the paper fully dressed and made up as in the picture. An elderly, respectable man comes and sits opposite me. He has a few sips of his half and smiles at me. Being a good sissy, I smile back expecting him to start a conversation. He gets up and moves to the table on my right, and sits now diagonally opposite me. He takes a few more sips of his half. He smiles at me again, I smile back. He motions with his eyes for me to look below. I look down and he is busily playing with himself. He ejaculates, zips up, finishes his half, smiles again at me and leaves the pub. Not a word was spoken, and it lasted about five minutes.

Early Morning in a Manchester Club

It is about 3:00 a.m. in the club I always finish at. I am tired as its my second night out and am ready for bed. I go to the cloakroom to pick up my coat and head back to my hotel. A man passes me as I am putting it on. He picks up a suitcase and asks me to guess what's inside. I'm not very inspired and can only think of clothes and sports items. What else do you carry around in a suitcase for goodness sake? I give up. He opens up the suitcase which has been custom made. Strapped inside was a glove puppet.

And it was the sexiest glove puppet I've ever seen!

And the coloured girls go Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

French Manicure

Aaaargh. Now I know full well I'm no Vincent Van Gogh but doing a French Manicure is too difficult for a sissy like me. Will require loads of practice. You can probably just pick them out in my pic.Anyway, met my latest crush last night. He is a really lovely man who deserves everything he can get in life. Trouble is, I'm not sure he'll go out and get it. I need a man or woman who can dominate me both inside and out of the bedroom. He is not that man sadly but we'll keep in touch.

Was v.v. brave sissy and went out tonight for the first time without my boobs. I bought this lovely see-through blouse but really needed a navy or black bra to go with it. Silly girl didn't pack one, and realised too late as the shops were shut (so much for the capsule wardrobe). Where did my feminine intuition go!

It seems apparent now that the Estrevon is changing me, but only slowly. I think that is definately for the best. I would love now to be the finished article but half the fun is getting there. I am now definately looking more and more about what girls are wearing. I always did up to a point but now I'm more critical. What looks good on a girl may not work with me. I'm noticing the smaller things as well. Nails, rings, make-up subtleties e.g. where to position the blusher, the best mix of colours beween eyes and lips; and am starting to experiment more. Bought this fab mascara which even makes my eyelashes longer and I love my lipstick primer. It opens up my lips so I can easily coat them. Also bought some miracle concealer - I'll let you know if it works.

Never got to mention the Pagan Priest from last time. Was getting chatted up by this quite attractive guy but he was dissing other people which I don't like. So I looked away, like you do, to no-one in particular, with a disgusted expression on my face. Anyway this bloke suddenly appears from nowhere shouting things like Shalagooch, Alrazabin, Biggulch, I don't know, and making expressions with his hands against the guy who just laughs it off. He was putting a Pagan curse on the poor guy. Anyway he tells that i must follow my true course and that I was beautiful.But then we all are aren't we? Good fun though.

Lovely thing happened tonight after boyfriend left to rest his back. Actually, and sadly, it was not my fault that he had a bad back, he got it earlier in the week. Met this gorgeous pre-op transexual who looked similar too me. Tall, slim, long dark hair and long legs. Two guys come up to us and start dancing. They assumed we were sisters! Apologised to Tanya afterwards but she thought it was a real giggle and we called each other 'sis' for the rest of the night.

Big question now. Do I want to fully transition? Do I want to be a woman?

Little answer. Yes, I think so, but its tearing me apart.

Hugs all