I’ve been transgender for decades, and one of my main ambitions for soooooo many years has been to go on a hen night – to spend a night with the girls drinking, dancing and cavorting. And, on Saturday night, that’s exactly what I did!
So, so much has changed in the past week, since my first gender clinic appointment. As well as telling more male friends about me, I’ve been to dinner at a busy restaurant “en femme” and re-evaluated where I’m going with all of this. I’ve evolved. A lot.
Whether you’re a once-a-month crossdresser or a bona-fide transwoman, we all love dressing in a feminine manner. But the ravages of testosterone mean our bodies aren’t as curvy as those of our cisgender sisters – and that means women’s clothes don’t hang so well from male frames. Fortunately, help is at hand.Read More »
… or WARDROBE as we say in the good old UK. Closet indeed. So, the other day, during probably the crappiest period of my life, I said the only way is up – and now I’m on the rise. I’ve spent the entire day sorting out my clothes. And there aren’t many male ones left.Read More »
What is a girl to do when she’s flat chested – and even the dinky AA-cup bras are too big? Well, try an AAA-cup, of course. Or even, these days, an AAAA-cup. It’s time to investigate what’s out there!Read More »
Well, I’ve just returned from my first ballet lesson for a month – and it’s all change at my lovely, local, little school of dance.
Wow! Things have just got decidedly real in my little world as a transgender ballet dancer.