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!
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!
