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!