(I had) The time of my Life

What a brill day on Saturday with my boyfriend. He was simply a perfect gentleman (apart from later on bed!) and treated me like a princess. Met as agreed at 14:00 in the hotel, dressed Manchester style (yellow top, black belt, black denim mini, patterned tights, gold shoes and bag, fully made-up). Was feeling apprehensive obviously but he put me at ease. Took my hand and we walked out of the hotel, through a very crowded South Bank and to the Tate Modern. Spent three hours looking at exhibits (must admit most went over my head) but it was lovely just being there with him, dressed as I was. Looking at the exhibits also gave me the opportunity to gauge reactions. Its difficult to do this when you're rushing around town - but here we stayed in a single room for a while. Reactions varied from disgust, normally from older people which obviously isn't goo - but then its their narrow mindedness (often not their fault) so just shrug your shoulder and get on with it. To admiration which is deserved because its the hardest thing we'll ever do in our lives. To amusement which is my favourite because that's why were here - to give entertainment to others.Went back to the hotel after and had a couple of drinks in the bar before retiring to our room for a bit of hanky-panky.before getting dressed for the play.

Absolutely adored the dress I wore, so sexy and sassy - picked up a gold headband but couldn't get it to work with my hair. Later realised that it was the style (fringe) not my hair, so went without - still felt gorgeous though. We jumped into a cab and went to the theatre. Had a drink in the bar before the play with people milling about everywhere. Sadly didn't see any other trannies but that was good for me. The play itself was absolutely superb - extremely filthy so not recommended for demure girls and the key transvestite in it was hilarious - could definitely relate to her. Walked back to the hotel arm in arm (took about fifteen minutes), then to the bar for a nightcap before retiring back to the room. The un-gentlemanly bit? Being flogged for about half an hour, but in a wonderful way – sometimes pleasure, sometimes pain, and ended up extremely sore. Love playing the bedroom slut, love playing the slut anywhere actually, but then the surprising bit.When we had finished playing and decided it was time for sleep he put his arm round me and I laid my head on his chest. Like that we fell asleep together. It just seemed so right. I felt tranquil, protected, contented, secure and feminine. Really felt like a woman; it was beautiful.Bit more “how’s your father” – hope you American girls are understanding the slang (its not hard) and we had to part with a long huge snog, yummy. What a wonderful weekend! We are already working on the next!

PS Overheard at train station going home dressed in drab – sob (well almost). Middle Aged Woman to Middle Aged Man “There’s a transvestite there”

MAM, “Well he’s wearing a woman’s coat, but its bloody cold so I don’t blame him”

MOW “Trust me, he’s a transvestite”.

Sports players talk about getting in the zone. I wonder if we do that too, and it takes time to get out of it. Certainly never felt this way before and its so utterly adorable. Girls, get out there and do it - you don't know what your missing!

WOW - FANTASTIC

I'd rather be a trannie than a girl

Another wonderful day in Manchester, I do absolutely adore doing it - better than anything else in the world. Is it the only place where you can meet a 20 year old androgynous trainee priest called Paul, whose struggling with his chastity. Had a long chat, he daren't dress because he looks too good (I can believe that). You really had to concentrate hard to realise you were talking to a boy.Looks, gestures even speech could be male or female. Wish you luck Pauly, but I know you will survive, you are that determined.

Met and had some great fun with a group of gg's at Naps. Gg's seem absolutely fascinated by sissies like me and though we had long chats about transvestism, they treated me as on of them which was great. Especially when the strap of my dress came off exposing my right boob. Six girls fussing over me, trying to adjust it so it wasn't so revealing. Plenty of laughs (mostly at my expense) but great fun. Even turned downed a shag at one point. The line "You'll have to forgive me I'm very direct, but can we go back to your hotel and I'll give you a night you'll never forget" doesn't work for me. I suppose I had one other option. "£40 a blow job, £80 a shag", but I'm not quite there yet. Man magnet Tricia ha-ha, thats what the girls said when I told them.

My beautiful gold dress will have to go into retirement but I will keep what remains of it as a souvenir. It has kept me company and kept me noticed on four separate outings. Must get a new dress for bf next week; didn't manage to find the time last week. (sigh) bf, London, All About My Mother, six days only. What will happen, will I be disappointed. I don't know but it will be fun finding out. My darling, look after me, cherish me, I promise I'm worth it. Starting taking Estroven last week, only one pill a day for now, and they are definately working and I appear to have a a more healthy glow about me, and the lines on my face appear to be diminishing. I worry that it may be wishful thinking however. I hope I can grow some little boobs in the future but will stick to one tablet per day until the new year.

Bloody hell! just been nodded at in a pub and I'm in total male mode. Burly bloke with a crew cut. Then he followed out into the garden when I went for a smoke; eyeing me up and down just like they do in Manchester when I'm dressed up. I must be giving off some different signals - but I'm saving myself for bf.


10:00 am gmt yesterday Go to bar, deep voice, trying 2 be a man ha-ha, pint of Sneklifter please. Girl serving studies the signs and while pouring distracts my attention, "whats going on there then?"Look behing and there's riots in Pakistan on the screen, "Dunno"
"Looks like they're fighting over a frock"
"Wish I was with with them"
"Here you are sweetie", and my beer was served up with the biggest grin in the world yay, yay, yay, read and accepted.

10:00 pm gmt yesterdayWalking towards three attractive 20ish girls.Feeling a million dollars. Every time I do this I get better. Sexy gold dress (now sadly broke, see above), dead high, hips swinging, chest thrust out, sex on a stick ha-ha. Get withihin a few feet of the girls and the closest one takes a deep intake of breath. And as I'm walking past says "Oh my God she's a tranny!!"Whoo whoo, yay yay yay yay yay brill brill!!!!!!

Isn't there a song, "I'd rather be a trannie than a girl, yes I would" And i can, and i am - Wonderful day.