Got my arse in gear at last!

it's peeing down and blowing a gale, so I've got chance to post something on here!

After what seems like an eternity, last week I managed a night out with the TG group in West Cumbria. It took me AGES to get ready, I had a lot of shaving to do, and choosing an outfit......
I was changing my mind right up to leaving the house!

The lovely Mrs SJ drove , and we arrived first, so nobody looked me up and down and sneered when we walked in. I wasn't totally happy with my appearance, and would have chosen something different, in hindsight.

It was a lovely night, the organiser, Amber, is absolutely stunning, and her girlfriend is just fantastic, they really put everyone at ease and made the night great.
I met up at last with a girl who I had been mailing for a while, her profile pictures DO NOT do her justice, she is lush, so pretty and petite, and her skin!!!, so soft and smooth, I'm glad I was strapped down and wearing skinny jeans, or there would have been a healthy bulge in the front of my panties!

She played some touchy games on my bare shoulder, and I felt such a tingle go through my groin I thought I would swoon!!!!!!! I'm glad that we were in company, I had a real urge to take her in my arms and smother her in kisses, carry her off somewhere, and make love to her in as many positions as possible, even though I have never made bottom-sex-man-love in my life!

Maybe it's time I did, I can't think of a sexier partner for my first time.

I'll let you know if I do!!!!!!!!

Heels and the modern girl........

The contrast between this morning's dressy-up styles couldn't be any greater, but both are firm favourites in my wardrobe. I LOVE these little strappy T-bar heels from George at Asda, so simple but really nice to wear and they go with anything. I love to wear them with a short skirt or mini-dress, they look so girly.

Then there's the thigh boots! totally opposite, but SO, SO sexy to wear! The feel of the soft, warm leather as I pull them on right up to my thighs is wonderful, and in this weather, so comfy!( God, I'll be buying fluffy slippers, and a hot water bottle, next! Mmmm, fluffy slippers..........)

Anyway, I tried them this morning to celebrate October, and the approach of Halloween. Teamed with the fishnets and the ragged-hem 'witches dress', all I need to scare the neighbours' kids is a black pointed hat and the balls to answer the door dressed like that. It would give them something to talk about in the village pub. though.

That picture is for KatieBootsCD, who loves boots as much as me!

The tights thing........

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE tights, they feel sexy, they look good, and they make long legs look longer still. But the thing is, if I'm going out to meet another girl, even if it's just a coffee, or a lunchtime meet in the pub, I ALWAYS have to wear stockings.

It doesn't matter if they are seamed, F-F nylons clipped into suspenders, or lace top hold-ups, it just doesn't feel right to be in the company of another sexy trannie wearing tights.

If I'm slopping around at home, like this morning, I'll quite happily pull on a pair of tights, and believe me, thet feel lovely, but rubbing legs with another T*Girl, it has to be stockings.

Maybe it's the hopeful expectation of some sexual activity that makes me think that tights would be a passion-killer, I know they were when I was a groping teenager!

Hey-ho, girly clothes off, overalls on, off to work.

It may be just too many pies.......

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At last, again!....

Yay!, it turned wet and windy, AT LAST the boots can come out!

I know it's not winter, but this time of year it doesn't feel silly to slip on some opaque stockings and feel the lovely sensation of pulling on and zipping up my shiny boots, Mmmm, lovely!

It's also just cool enough to make my nipples stick out, how I envy those girls with big nipples that react to the cold, a sight that never fails to get me going!

I couldn't waste the dressy-up and not take a couple of photos, and I just had to wear a little flippy mini-skirt to show off my stocking tops, bloody tart! All I need now is another T*Girl to run her hands up my thigh, and my day would be perfect! (apart from the wind and rain, that is!)

At last.............

It seems like a lifetime since I dressed and played at being girly, the school holidays are TOO long!
It's nearly seven weeks since I pulled on a pair of silky hold-up stockings, and fastened the straps of a pair of sexy killer heels, always the BEST part of any dressing episode.

There's just something about strappy heels that feel so sensual, as soon as you stand up your pert little bum sticks out and you start to feel girly, I could have happily stayed in just the basque, stockings and heels while I type this, but it's all the way this morning, so I'm in a lovely grey jersey mini-dress, grey heels and wide black belt, and I've gone for the blonde wig for a change. I usually wear the long one, I love to feel the hair brushing my shoulders, it's so sensual, but the short blonde suits this dress better.

Make-up is minimal, just a little foundation, blusher and a plum lipstick, nothing too tarty for 7.30 in the morning!
I can feel the familiar warm stirring in my little panties, it's SO good to be dressed after a long lay-off, when I finish this post I'll do some sexy strutting, walking around the house so my titties jiggle about under the dress, a few quick 'up and down stairs' trips will soon have me hard and aching for that lovely release. I'll end up in front of the full-length mirror, of course, hem of skirt up, pantie waistband down, cock in one hand and hard nipple in the other, I think this will be a substantial load. Oooo, gotta go!!!!!!

enquiries...........

Writing about my time with the lovely Gwen made me curious about her life after we parted, so I mailed an old friend from those days on Facebook to see if she knew what happened to her.
I got a reply from her last night, and Gwen is alive and well, and in a nursing home near Scarborough, and, at 98, is still getting around OK. Pauline had seen her at Christmas, and writes regularly. Pauline's mum and Gwen were really close back in the day, and Pauline still calls her 'auntie Gwen'. Nice to know, but I don't think I should get in touch, that could be a step too far!