A Stupid, Rookie, Mistake

As I get older, details seem to slip from my mind. I walk into rooms and forget what I’d gone in there for. You know things like that. I went shopping on the day after Black Friday and came home with some great deals. One of those deals was a pretty pair of shoes. I debated over which pair to purchase and ended up with a pair of black suede low heels, similar to the ones in the picture.

You guessed it, they were the wrong size. I know what size I wear, but somewhere in the back of my mind I was buying for my alter ego. With other priorities, I wasn’t able to take them back until today. They offered to let me get the right ones for the sale price, but between the shoes being a discontinued item and my embarrassment, I just got my money back.

I envy you ladies with small feet and petite bodies.

Thanks for the Inspiration

By Francine Keller

Many years ago, I subscribed to Compuserve. Many of you will remember that online service that preceded the World Wide Web. Some of you might still be on there. On the compuserve I remember, there was a section that changed my life. I believe they called it the CB channels section.

I met people like myself and almost cried to realize I wasn’t alone in the world. In my chats I discovered many kindred spirits who happen to be cross-dressers like me. Like when I learned the word, transvestite, I was elated to find out, I’m not insane.

The CD community on Compuserve supported me and lifted me. I found solace in their life stories. Many of them, like me, were married and most were heterosexual. We were all dealing with issues bigger than ourselves. It was like coming home.

As time went on, I succumbed to the old binge and purge cycles I had grown accustomed to over the years. I stopped visiting the channels and found another ISP. With Access to the Internet and the WWW, I discovered many facets to my madness. I learned there are other types of people like me. I got lost in the sexual diversity of it all and forgot about the possibility of recreational cross-dressing.

Life continues and so does the binge and purge cycle. I look back on the whole of my experience and wish I still owned all the outfits I purged from life. Hell, I wish I had the money I spent on those outfits. Such is my regret.

Recently, I found people on social networks and blogs, I think I remember from the Compuserve days. Either way, they are an inspiration to me. One of those is Kimberly Huddle. She’s a lucky woman who overcame adversity and was saved. She was blessed enough to have married a wonder woman, has a great family, and gets to dress "Pretty" as she calls it, often.

I’ll let her tell her own story, but let me tell you, I’m impressed. She’s very pretty, and she has more class in her little finger than many of us will ever get. It’s because of her that I cleaned up this blog. Many of you know I started this with sexual overtones, but I remembered that’s not what it’s supposed to be.

I’m fast approaching geriatrics. Who knows how long I’ll be able to keep this up, but I’ve decided to cancel the binge. I’m going to work harder with makeup and exercise. I want to be pretty like Kimberly Huddle.

Thank you Kimberly and those of you from the old days. You’ve kept me from a date with a bottle of pills or a long jump into a canyon. I love you ladies.

Right Over Left . . . Left Over Right

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By Francine Keller

I was shopping, online, the other day. While looking at a blouse with buttons up the front, I wondered why women’s buttons are backward from men’s. I’m a writer, so I asked my wife to help with a story question, and asked her. She didn’t know, and bristled at my suggestion of being that way to make it easier for men to remove.

"You mean the men who have such a hard time undoing those buttons?" she asked.

I went to wikipedia and found an answer. According to that source, they were placed that way because (well-heeled) women of the nineteenth century didn’t dress themselves. The buttons were designed to help right-handed servants. Men on the other hand, generally had their clothes laid out for them, but they dressed themselves. Men’s buttons were placed on the right to match the latches for armor.

Now, if I dress in a man’s shirt, and wear a woman’s skirt, it would be spotted right away. Maybe we need to get back to nineteenth century traditions. Anybody want to dress me? I could use lots of help with makeup?

On that note, I wonder if zippers were put in the back to replace buttons. The zippers would make it easier for arthritic servants. Yes I’m convinced I need a servant, if only . . .

Of course for the modern transgender, there is something intriguing about buttoning your clothes on the left. Helps you realize that "hey, I’m wearing a women’s shirt."

Starting Over

Into every TG's life comes a few periods of binge and purge. We all know there is something a little strange about what we do, but then there is something strange about totally male/female behavior.

Because of that, and religious guilt, we often purge our whole female wardrobe. This was the case with me over a year ago. I went camping and made a ritual out of leaving my feminine self behind. I put all my undergarments into a plastic bag and left them by a log.

With health issues, the year that followed was a struggle. Then, a month ago I went back into the mountains and found one bra and nothing else. It had been chewed on by a rodent and must’ve gotten hooked on the log. My longing to wear it overwhelmed me. I had to bring it home. I put it on and . . . well you know the rest.

 

 

one of my new camisoles

I’m Back . . .

Ladies, bare with me on this most recent journey. I’m poor and can’t afford my habit, but I need a fix. I went into the Women’s plus department of a store yesterday and purchased more panties and two camisoles. I attached a picture of one of them, above. I’m in heaven.

Good luck, come out and enjoy your life.