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 :)