Out and dressed in Manchester and Sheffield

Hi all ,Exciting times in this sissy's life. Went back to Manchester to enjoy a night of clubbing and dancing and anything else I may wish to do (actually didn't this time).Anyway took this opportunity to completely out myself as a sissy male. Every item of clothing I wore feminine, from the new coat I bought in Next, to my jeans (actually trainers weren't, must see what I can do about that). Jewellary, perfume, nail varnish. No make-up or wig or boobs though. Needed to get some patches for my boobs in any case. It was wierd and got some questioning looks but nothing more. Travelled on train and tram like this.Think next time I go whole hog, because it doesn't make much difference - so watch out Manchester, lock up your sons haha!

Evening was great. Went round the gay village in black denim miniskirt, yellow top, coat and bag. Met a guy who wanted to shag the living daylights out of me - ke kept eyeing me up all over while we were talking, but had to leave early (wonder if he turned into a pumpkin) so he kept trying to talk me into taking him back to my hotel. Made of stronger stuff however (by the end of the night mostly lager, actually) and wanted to dress up and dance through the early hours (interesting that, for the time being anyway, more interested in dressing and playing than sex. Suspect that comes later. So to the night talking, dancing, drinking and smoking. Got a new nickname in the smoking shelter, Posh Spice hahaha, and everyone sang wannabee when I went out for a ciggie. No sex but met loads of people and absolutely adored it all. Can't wait for next time, Sheffield tomorrow if I can survive!I know, I don't look a bit like Victoria, but it was fun to pretend.

So, off to Sheffield for haloween night. Really enjoyed it and met lots of fellow trannies. Bad news is I had to work later than expected - why can't my customers get their act together - so I didn't get a chance to pick up my devil horns, just had to wear my sexy red dress - watch out, nipple alert haha. Sheffield not quite as much fun as Manchester but will do it differently next time. Club Xs was fantastic and got really busy from about 1:00 am. Must practice posing for a photo. Tried Jordan's technique of holding my tummy in and blowing my lips out but it doesn't work for me. Have a cunning plan to improve though, we'll see how it materialises.

Walked back to hotel through fairly dodgy area at 4:00 and have to be very careful, but was a good girl again - saving myself for my new boyfriend. Lots of straight people there as well as trannies and gays and dancing got really heavy from about 2:00. Not sure how I do it . Noticed something. I am starting to WANT to get seen and recognised, not to hide in the background trying to be a real girl, but to be out there as a sissy and talking to people as a sissy. I don't think I'm quite there yet, not enough pride in myself, but am getting there and think its only just a matter of time. Got to reign in a bit now and start scheming to get some more time away. Next official sissy outing is Nov 17th when I'm going to see a play (with trannies) with b/f and a sordid liaison in a London hotel (can't wait) - also running out of holidays at work so things getting tricky but have to keep going. Play is call "All About My Mother" and I will be trannying with the rest of the audience. Out and about in Sheffield, Manchester and London, lucky girl!.

Tony

What can I say about Tony, he's a dirty rat, he's a typical man; I don't know but he let me down trice. I met him one night in Naps and we chatted for an hour or so until it closed, then continued in my hotel room. He was rather too drunk to perform but I loved snuggling up to him and spooning. He had a really course hairy chest which made my hands tingle when I stroked it. I called him my grizzly bear. I tried my best to make him come but he couldn't. He didn't blame me though, put it down to the beer.

We exchanged phone numbers and starting texting each other the following week. Well to put the record straight, I would send a flirtatious message and he would reply 'yes'. We also phoned each other up late at night and had a bit of outrageous fun. I arranged to meet him the following week.

I texted him when I left home and phoned, and phoned, and phoned when I got too Manchester, but no reply. I decided to do my own thing in any case and had a great weekend (picked up another man actually) but was really disappointed I didn't see Tony because I liked him a lot and we seemed to be getting on so well. I forgot about him eventually until out of the blue he phoned me up and apologised. I was charitable and we arranged to meet again. This time he phoned me and we met in a pub in the village. He then led me all over the place, in and out of the village, introducing me to all of his friends, and he had so many. He didn't care I was a tranny and protected me all the time. For the first time I felt really special and really feminine. One thing about him thought was that he knew absolutely everybody, and I mean everybody. While we were walking people would stop him and start a conversation with him. He would introduce me though, as his girl Tricia, which felt really good.

I was desperate to go back and change into my new gold dress for the nightclub session so we agreed to meet up later and I wandered back to the hotel through the streets of Manchester. We did meet up later and spent more time talking (and me dancing). Needless to say we ended back at my hotel. It was only when we got into bed together that I realised that Tony was unwell. He was shivering will flu and had done an amazing job just surviving the night, never mind being so good to me. I snuggled up to him to keep him warm and he fell asleep with me kissing and caressing him. In the morning I got up early, dressed myself in denim skirt and pink top and went to the newsagent outside the village to pick up some paracetamol for him. It was clear to me that his attitude had changed me. If I had Tony behind me, I could do anything.When he woke he was terrible, shivering more than ever. I kissed and cuddled him again, made him a coffee to go with his paracetamol and he got a cab to take him home, and back to a bed without me.

We phoned and texted each other a lot when he got better the following week and arranged another meeting. This time hopefully Tony would be fully fit and able and we could catch up with what we missed out on. So I duly went back to Manchester, looking forward to seeing him again. But as the time before last he didn't show up and I couldn't contact him.
I guess it should be three strikes and your out so he's got one left. I miss him and I want to be with him, for the strength he gives me. So Tony, if you can ever get Internet savvy and read this, give me a call. Tricia can make you a very happy man, I promise. But don't ever let me down again! And its up to you honey, because this sissy is starting to become proud of herself and won't phone you. That too is down to you.

Thanks Tony,

First Time Back

Nearly caught up, just the last couple of months to write. Just seen this gorgeous clutch in New Look and am looking for what to wear to go with it, so the rest of the week is going to be fun.

Where was I, yes my partner and I had effectively split . She found a boyfriend and now spends more time away from than at home leaving me looking after the twins. The eldest has moved to London and is doing well. So, I could stay in my current rut forever but was desperate to go out and explore. The opportunity came when my ex took the twins on holiday leaving me a week by myself. I spent ages pondering but eventually decided that I had no choice, it was now or never. So I got all my girlie stuff together (that took some doing), packed what I needed and headed for Manchester which I know and love. I set myself only two goals; to enjoy myself and to get myself a passport photo, which would ensure I had to venture out. I had two gorgeous dresses to wear but needed to accessorise.

I took the Friday off work and went up in the train. The plan was:

• Get a hotel and dump my suitcase
• Shop in the mall, look for accessories and a casual outfit for early evening
• Back to hotel, change into casual outfit, get photos, have a quiet drink in the gay village
• Bach to hotel, glam up, then go clubbing

First part was easy, second part was fun. I found a denim mini skirt, yellow top, short jacket and jewellery at Primark for next to nothing. I decided I would like a little wrap to cover my shoulders for the clubbing bit so had a scout round. Decided on the shop; deep breath because I knew this was important and I had to get it right. Walked in, walked up to an assistant and explained that I was a tranny, was dressing up tonight, that I had a beautiful red dress to wear (and described it to her) and that I wanted something to cover my shoulders. She couldn't have been more helpful and took me round the shop showing me the options. I found a black one I liked and she asked about my size. I suggested medium and told her I was a size twelve. She said I looked medium small and she gave me that and a medium to try on in the dressing room. She stayed outside while I tried the wraps on and she was right, I was small-medium, in a girl's size, brilliant! I paid and as I walked out the other shop assistant smiled, and told me to enjoy my night.

Next, since my red dress left little to be desired, I needed some tit tape. I have patches which I use to attach my boobs to my body so I can go bra less, but it looks better if the sides are taped in. So I went into a specialist lingerie shop, described I was a tranny etc, etc and came out with some double sided tit tape. One girl served me, another took my cash, both with a smile. It was easier than I thought.

Next for part three, the really hard bit. I got myself changed into my evening clothes and put on my make-up, jewellery and wig. Needless to say it took me forever until I felt I looked right, but finally I was ready. Deep, deep breath. The hotel I found was in the gay village itself and I knew it was safe walking around there, but I had decided to get my passport done at Manchester Piccadilly Station, a large main line station. It was about 18:00, the sun was out and it would still be busy. I was very nervous as I left the village but absolutely nothing happened, no comments, nothing. I knew I had to look confident and keep my head high, but I was amazed. I got my photos taken (god I looked rough) and walked back feeling elated though somewhat puzzled. Maybe I could pass - that is beyond my wildest dreams. I walked back through the village, stopped to have a small beer, sat outside to drink it and made my way back to the hotel.

Back in my room I took ages and ages to get ready again but really liked what I saw in the mirror and liked my little wrap. I went to the nightclub fairly late - about ten and to start with it was quiet. I met and got on well with this gg called Susi, who described herself as trisexual. She liked girls as well as boys but particularly boys who dressed as girls. Unfortunately she had a boyfriend and we discussed various techniques of getting him to crossdress. I did a great deal of dancing, with Susi, tranny's, gays, straights, lesbians, you name it. I then got chatting with a lovely man and took him back to my room where we spent the night together. He was very kind and considerate and I felt very feminine snuggling up to him in bed. Then we urned the lights off. Quite an amazing day!