Do you ever feel like playing with yourself?

Hi,

I’d like to introduce you to one of our favorite crossdressers – Kitty, today. Kitty is gorgeous, glitzy and loves to knit.  She’s been creating some lovely sweaters anyone crossdressing would love to own and can be found on Ebay here:  https://www.ebay.com/usr/knittingsissyluxurymohair

Kitty is a long time member and loves to wrap her fingers round her knitting needle and put it to good use! If you’d like her to knit something for you contact her through Ebay and I know she’ll be happy to do so.

And of course, the other person that’s been wrapping his hands around things and giving them a good working over is Sylvester. I came into the living room just yesterday to find him on the floor with Sebastian, my personal trainer, saying “Colonel Mustard, in the library with a ten-inch dildo.”

“I beg your pardon,” I said a little shocked.

“Oh hello,” said Sylvester. “We’re playing Adult Clue (or Cludo if you are from The United Kingdom). It’s something I’ve adapted from the board game.”

“Well,” I said, trying to be encouraging although I felt a little awkward, “I’m glad to see you’re not letting your God given talents go to waste, Sylvester.”

After a moment’s thought I added, “Perhaps you could think up some way to murder a new character – you could call her, oh, I don’t know… ‘Amanda’. Death by impaling, in the neighbors house, by the crossdresser.”

For those of you who don’t know, Amanda is my wife’s childhood friend, who has started a relationship with my next door neighbour, Marjory. This is a source of some annoyance, particularly as my wife is travelling at present.

I should tell you I enjoy competitive games enormously. I also play some role playing games. So many times I feel like I’m getting ahead and suddenly someone’s coming up behind me and a breathless struggle ensues. It’s all very exciting. Perhaps you know the feeling. Sometimes I get so excited, I just don’t know what comes over me! I guess it’s the cut and thrust – mostly the thrust – of putting oneself up against a fellow player.

I should also say that this week one of my friends who is a regular player got on a plane to work in New York for a couple of weeks, leaving me with no alternative but to play with myself.

That, however, is not the main reason I’m writing to you. I thought I’d write and tell you about the delightful Mollie Blake. She’s a talented writer who has recently had a piece featured on my website, and we’re expecting to see some interesting new episodes from soon. If you’ve not already read “The Dating Game“, this weekend is a great time to do so. You can also find her on Twitter here. https://twitter.com/MollieBlake0  Be sure to say hello, and that you saw her on http://FionaDobson.com

I should also draw special attention to Katia Thornwood‘s new serial, The Making Of  A Mistress, which has been growing into a favorite among my members. Slipping into bed, and putting Katia on to listen to as you fall asleep is one sure way to end the night on a high note.  Katia’s style is quite unique, and if you enjoy her rather strange view of the world, you’ll love her website at http://KatiaThornwood.com

For the many members who are asking about Part 19 of Clothes Maketh The Man it can be found HERE. Well, you can see that the office here has been pretty busy bringing you the best of all things to do with Crossdressing. Have a wonderful week.

😊

Fiona

The Dating Game – by Mollie Blake

I am thrilled to introduce you to Mollie Blake, a wonderful writer from England’s west country. In this, her first piece for FionaDobson.com she’s going to lead you through a story telling the tantalizing crossdressing story of a date night to remember. You can find more of her stories at MollieBlake.com

The Dating Game – by Mollie Blake

“Professor Forbes, I’ve got a…er…Lucinda de Vilish on the phone for you.”

David glanced up to check his office door was closed. “Thanks, Edwina. Put her through.”

“Professor Forbes. This is Lucinda de Vilish.”

Before responding he waited for the “click” to make sure his inquisitive secretary had put her phone down. “Lucy. You’ve rung me at work! This had better be a matter of life or death.”

“Well, hi, David. How nice to hear from you! And it is a matter of life, and my future happiness.”

“So what’s that then?”

“I’ve set us up on a double date.”

“A double date?” The frown David had been wearing for most of the day so far, slowly morphed into a broad smile. He pressed his hand over the top of his dark grey trousers.

“Oh, come on! You know you want to. It’ll be fun. I met this guy and his friend in the bar last night. I said we’d see them tonight. At Don Antonio’s, your favourite Italian. You can pick me up at 7.30…and David, I’m relying on you. 7.30 okay?”

“What if I’ve got plans—”

The line had gone dead.

Who was he kidding anyway? Lucy knew he didn’t have plans. During semesters, the only thing he had going on was teaching a bunch of students about quantum technology. He focused on the report he had been writing with renewed zest—his day had just got better.

  Continue reading “The Dating Game – by Mollie Blake”

Would you like to stuff my beaver?

Hi,

This morning, just as I was emerging from my morning yoga session, I was surprised to see Max (my neighbour’s son), huffing and puffing and coming in my rear entrance, a bundle of excited youthful anticipation. He was hurrying up the garden path, as I pulled up my yoga pants, and adjusted my hair.

Sebastian, my personal trainer, was as surprised as I was myself. He likes to come early to stretch me, as I’m sure my regular members are aware.

“Fiona,” said Max, bursting into my kitchen. “Can I take a look at your beaver?”

As you probably know, today is Canada Day. It’s a tradition in Huckleberry Close, to come over to my house on Canada Day, and look at my beaver, the centrepiece of the Canada Day party I always throw, to celebrate us throwing off the shackles of oppressive colonialism before Canada declared itself free of tyrannical rule from London. Actually, that’s not really true. We just all sort of agreed that we’d have a new flag and continue to be the friends we’ve always been. No one was being either tyrannical or oppressive, but it’s a good excuse for a party. And the centre piece of the party is my beaver, a stuffed animal that has become something of a mascot over the years. It’s traditional for us to enjoy some lovely Canadian Wines, from British Columbia (a place that is neither British nor Columbian), swap hockey stories and talk about Zamboni’s while apologizing to one another. We all eat poutine and make fun of people we love from Newfoundland, and generally act in an understated but quietly superior way, while listening to The Tragically Hip, 54 40, Five Man Electrical Band, Rush and many other great Canadian bands.

I told Max, “Darling, calm down. My beaver is open to everyone, just give me a moment to prepare it! You’ll get your turn. Just don’t get too excited. It’s Canada Day, you’ll have to pace yourself.”

We have so many wonderful traditions in Canada. Being Canadian means so many wonderful things to all the peoples of our country. We love our diversity, our first nations people and our ability not to elect a leader largely perceived as a psychopath and moron by the rest of the planet.

If Max gets over excited, of course, it will be over before it’s really started. It can happen to us all. I handed him a pot of maple syrup and suggested he put it out on the garden table while I went down to get the noble beast, and then he could examine my beaver to his hearts content.

This year’s wine of choice is Quill, a distinctive Rose from Vancouver Island, which is quite delightful and goes rather well with the short skirt I’m wearing. It’s light, a little cheeky and subtly stimulating.  The wine’s not bad either. I know we’ll be toasting Sylvester, who has decided to commit to a course learning to drive a Zamboni at the local hockey arena. I must get things ready for the party shortly, so this will be a short email.

It may come as a surprise to some of you, but Marjory (my delightful lesbian neighbor) got her hand stuck in my beaver recently while trying to replace some of the stuffing. She was wedged right in there! I know what you’re thinking, what was she of all people doing, jammed up there? Well, she does fancy herself as something of an amateur taxidermist. Strange woman. She’s from Alaska, you know. Eventually we got her hand out, but ever since she’s been acting most strangely. She’s said on more than one occasion that she wishes her hands were a little smaller. I can’t think why! It’s almost as though she’s never heard of lube. I understand it softens the skin nicely and taxidermists swear by it.

I hurried down to the basement and found my beaver, then carried it up to my garden table, already bathed in warm summer sunshine. In the sunlight I could see it has begun to look a little tired. I suppose one can not be surprised. After all, my beaver has been fingered by many over the passing years. And yet, surprisingly it continues to put a contented smile on many of my friends faces. However, I do believe a beaver should be well groomed and well presented. I will speak to my local taxidermist and have him restuff it later this month.

With this in mind I resolved to make a Canada Day offer to all my friends and members. Anyone who emails me with the words in the subject line “Fiona, I’ll stuff your beaver!” before the end of Canada Day, July 1st, can have a free membership to My Little Black Book. This is worth $2.95 a month for crossdressing gurls, and $4.95 a month to Admirers. So, get your digits moving and I can help get some more members in there. And of course, now you’ll be featured in The Fiona Dobson Crossdressing App, as a member of My Little Black Book, which has been downloaded by over 5000 crossdressers.

Have a wonderful week.

😊

Fiona

I kissed a gurl and I liked it.

Hi,

What a busy week it’s been here in Huckleberry Close. We’ve got a wonderful new installment of The Making Of A Mistress by Katia Thornwood, another episode in Oakley Dale’s advice column about How To Talk To Your Partner About Crossdressing, and of course all the fun of things going down in my kitchen. Today’s theme is a little unusual, being of a more Eastern European flavor.

But first, to Mildred of Colorado Springs. In reply to your question, I would suggest caution. I don’t think it’s a good idea to take your nephew to the US Mexican Border and abandon him. True, it’s not pleasant witnessing a six year old boy’s tantrum when he’s upset that mummy and daddy aren’t sending him to summer camp this year. However, abandoning the child at the border and suggesting he ask the nice man in the uniform about something called ‘asylum’ might be considered inhuman by some. Exposing him to a photo op and a kiss on the cheek from Melania Trump, on the other hand, would likely fall into the category of cruel and unusual punishment. By the way, if you’re interested in getting a cool T-shirt check this out. I have to say, kissing Eastern European women, in my experience, has often been a little like putting my tongue in an industrial vacuum cleaner that’s recently been used to clean up a toxic waste spill. Okay, I’m going to leave that one right there…

Of course, SebastianSylvesterMaxAliand I have all been watching the World Cup Soccer from Russia. We’ve also been getting some very interesting input from one of our Little Black Bookmembers, who toured in Russia and learned to speak the language some 20 years ago. Apparently she got about a great deal shortly after the fall of the wall, and found the experience strangely educating. She mentioned that she found it quite easy to master the local tongue. Among the most educational moments, she recalls, was when she was cornered by several members of the US Embassy staff, who took it on themselves to ‘debrief’ her in a Moscow hotel.  She tells me she was quite overcome. At least I think that’s what she said happened. Well, I guess we all serve our country in different ways!

Pictured above is Astrid, our special Sochi Soccer correspondent. She’s a very helpful student, who is helping us out. She’s studying Counselling Psychology, with a minor in Abattoir Management at Sochi University.

The other big news this week is that I opened up the membership of My Little Black Book to all who download The Fiona Dobson Crossdressing App. This means anyone who downloads the app can get access to the members listings free. If you wish to place a listing in the book, the price remains either $2.95 a month for Crossdressers, or $4.95 a month for Admirers. Anyone subscribing to My Little Black Book is now able to connect with over 5000 people who have downloaded the App. That’s a lot of crossdressers!

If you’re a loyal member of the my programs I would love to see you in My Little Black Book. If you’ve not done so already sign up here.

Have a wonderful week.

😊

Fiona

Download the App free today – and get daily updates. Download the Android App HERE.
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Chastity Devices – Breast Forms – Wigs – Corsets

Are you reading the exciting adventures of Andy in “Clothes Maketh The Man”?

***Part 18 has just been released!***

Manipulated and taken advantage of by the evil Devina, Andy finds himself compromised into dressing. You’ll never believe what follows!
If you haven’t yet dived into the extraordinary serialised feminization adventure you can find it here:

Read the story – Clothes Maketh The Man http://fionadobson.com/clothes-maketh-the-man-part-1/

When was the first time you crossdressed? Do you remember the details? Check out one of our most popular sections on the website and read others experiences of the first time they crossdressed.

You can add your own story and find out how similar it is to others. If it’s an unusual story we may end up featuring it in our program.

My First Time

How not to wear garbage clothes.

I think it fair to say that most crossdressers enjoy wearing clothes with style and panache. One great example of someone who does not know how to do this came to the fore recently.

I’ve sent staff home from the office before for ‘looking like you are wearing a garbage bag to work’. When Melania Trump recently showed up with a heartless message on her jacket she proved once more that it really doesn’t matter how much money you have, you can’t buy class. I need hardly add that the children abused by this heartless policy have no voice to counter this ignorance with.

Thanks for reminding us all exactly who you and your family are. As if we needed reminding!

You can add your voice to those who really do care by wearing the tee shirt below.

 

Finding friends to crossdress with may be easier than you thought.

Finding friends to crossdress with may be easier than you thought.

My Little Black Book is a great service for my crossdressing friends, and those who admire them. Members of this exclusive club are able to list their details so others can reach out and contact them very easily. Seeing the listings is free, and it allows you to connect with people interested in chatting, meeting or dating. Everyone listed is interested in hearing from others. My Admirer members are definitely looking to date crossdressers and would love you to contact them.

I’ve recently added a new feature to My Little Black Book.  Not only can other members reach out to you, but now my friends that download The Fiona Dobson Crossdressing App get free access to the listings. Now, if you do wish to be listed in My Little Black Book, you still have to join and pay the monthly fee of $2.95 for a crossdresser, or $4.95 for an Admirer. I do have a method for female Admirer Members to get into the book at no cost, which you can find here.

So, be sure to download the App, and have some fun with My Little Black Book.

😊

Fiona

Power it up with Pink!

It’s a wonderful time to color up your wardrobe with some pink sneakers. Here’s a few cool options. These are great for on the beach, or at the fitness studio.


Sebastian, my personal trainer, had always liked me to wear my pink trainers when working out. He tells me that when they are just behind my ears the color offsets the glow of my cheek. He’s a very naughty trainer.

Pink was not always a feminine color, there being several military uniforms of the Napolionic era that included pink trim. Only at the end of the 1800’s did the color begin to take on a feminine undertone. You can learn a little more about the cultural history of ‘pink’ here.

For a crossdresser pink offers the opportunity to introduce an overtly feminine accessory that softens the most manly of presentations. Remember, when buying femme shoe sizes add at least two sizes to convert to a male size. If you have broad feet this may not be enough.

“Shut up and eat your squid, you stupid bitch!” – words for a crossdresser to live by.

Hi,

Today I’m sending you a short message today from Puerto Vallarta in Mexico, and will likely send you an update later this week.  I admit this is me being lazy, but it’s something you may enjoy.

Having a few extra airmiles, I decided to bring Sylvester with me on a quick getaway. I thought that the sun might do him good. Poor fellow spends so much time covered in oil under vehicles, with some enormous tool in his hand, although I am sure that’s some people’s idea of heaven (Mildred!). I’m sure it all gets very frustrating for Sylvester. So, in the spirit of kindness I asked him to join me for a short break on the Pacific coast of Mexico.

It’s a delightful place to visit and very liberal. We feel so welcomed on what can best be described as ‘the fun side of the wall’. Our Mexican friends are not only very liberal, they’re also fun loving and accepting. I’d always recommend this area to my members who want somewhere to escape to where they can find an exciting local scene free of judgement.

It has been a glorious few days, however fate played a curious part when Sylvester ended up sitting in the Skybar pool, chatting to a delightful Afro-American lady. Isn’t it funny when a person just gets carried away, before long their brain just seems to shut down to the gentle sizzling sound of their skin being turned to something resembling bacon as the sun feasts on their fair Northern European flesh.

As we walked down the street later that evening, Sylvester as red as a firetruck that had just had a fresh coat of paint, and myself tottering along the cobbled streets on a pair of lovely new heels, I couldn’t help commenting to my swarthy friend, “Well, at least when people see the two of us, they’ll know I’m the sensible one. They’ll marvel at what you’ve done to yourself, and then say ‘Well, I guess the crossdresser is the good looks and the brains in that equation.’”

“Do you really think people will notice?” said Sylvester.

“Well, only if they can stop laughing long enough to register it. I mean, let’s face it, they’ll have to get past the waves of heat rolling from your body. Perhaps they’ll think you’re in a circus or something. You know, some sort of performer. That or that you were involved in some kind of nuclear accident.”

As I voiced the sentiment, Sylvester shifted uneasily in his shirt, which must have felt like a razor against his beet red skin. We’d ordered some delicious seafood, and I ate as elegantly as I could, while admiring my new shoes at the same time. The food was excellent, and the restaurant, overlooking the old cathedral in the city centre, afforded a wonderful view of the night lit city, alive with parties and fun, and a little lightning dancing on the far seaward horizon.

“Look,” I said to Sylvester, “We should focus on the positive. If it gets chilly in the evening, I can just ask you to move a little closer and you’ll keep me nice and toasty! You’re like some energy efficient heater. Although to be fair you’re really screwing up the global warming thing!”

“Shut up and eat your squid, you bitch!” Said Sylvester with a laugh, and for a moment I was lost in the magical warmth of the night. What lovely words to live by. We should all ‘shut up and eat our squid’ at times, I thought reflectively. And that’s so like Sylvester, really. I leaned over and slapped him on the back in gratitude for his worldly wisdom.

Have a lovely week.

😊

Fiona

Socks and Stockings.

I was so pleased to see a delivery arrive this morning with some new and colorful socks. As I’m wearing shorter skirts now, I am loving the fact that I can mix and match with some exciting new colors and textures covering my legs.

Here are a few ideas that have got me excited recently. I’m sure that slipping these on when you dress, or even under your usual clothes is sure to add a spring to your step.

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Stockings and Socks Tell me about them!
Picking a beautiful pair of suspender pantyhose is a great choice for instant sex appeal, but also a low maintainance approach to swift dressing. These stockings will make your legs look spectacular and help you feel sexy and attractive in seconds, even if they’ve not been shaved in a while.
Get colorful with these packs that offer variety and style. These are perfect to add a special sparkle to a new outfit, or revitalise an older one. Dare to be colorful and you’ll find you can reignite your look with ease.
Don’t be afraid to explore the outer limits of good taste! Yes, sometimes it pays to get a little whacky. If you’re the sort of person who knows that if they’re not the wierdest person in the room, then you’re obviously in the wrong room, then you will have to have these great socks. Whether you wear them under your suit in the Funeral home where you work, or you just can’t resist them with a short skirt, then you know you’re on the right track as you pull these beauties on!

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Tribute to The Gibson Girl – by Monica

 

You can Follow Monica’s blog here: https://onlymonica.tumblr.com/

Charles Dana Gibson was an illustrator in the late 19th century who created classic drawings of young, pure women with gorgeous hairstyles and bedroom eye looks on divinely beautiful faces. The women depicted were full figured and voluptuous, yet still virtuous. And always refined and feminine. I did this hairstyle myself using one of my wigs, and it took a while to do it. I added a chiffon blouse with and ornate lacy upper bodice and a high ruffled neck, coupled with a genuine vintage Gunne Sax prairie skirt. It was about as Victorian a look as I was able to muster with what I had on hand.

I recently picked up some more Victorian-style blouses, mainly because I kept my eyes peeled for them. Every time I see a Victorian-era film or T.V. show, it increases my interest in the styles. One thing I’m going to try in the not-too-distant future is adding a bustle under some of my roomier long skirts and dresses, just to see if I can pull it off…that is, pull off the look, not the dress…

Monica

Read more about Gibson here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gibson_Girl

Follow Monica’s blog here: https://onlymonica.tumblr.com/

Build a summer outfit for sunny crossdressing fun.

It’s time to put together something exciting for summer. Here’s a great place to start.

FD

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Check it out on Amazon. Find that perfect outfit.

Lightweight, cheap and fun. Crocs make some funky wedges. Remember to add 2 sizes to get a women’s shoe to fit a male foot!

Mesh panties are fun and comfortable to exercise in. Just don’t wear them to the pool and go into the male changing rooms.

Find the perfect summer dress here.
You just can’t beat corset tops for a fresh summer look.

Suzi – An interview about transition.

I am delighted to say that just the other day I sat with Suzi, one of my members, and we discussed how crossdressing has impacted her life.  Suzi’s story is one of challenge and growth.

 Suzi is a little unusual among my friends, in that she sees herself transitioning and moving toward a full-time existence as a woman. This has not been an easy path for her.

 Sitting in the hot tub at the local spa, after having our nails done so beautifully, Suzi told me her story.

 “Crossdressing has been a part of my life forever.  I remember the feeling of tights the time I wore them and that was amazing – even if they were to large.  There was one time that I dressed as a girl for a comedy/skit show with my brother and a friend from a youth group and the experience of wearing clothes that were the right size was so incredible.  There was one day when I was hone alone, off sick from school, I spent the whole day as a girl in my sister’s dress and my mum’s heels  – it was the first time I went outside.  I was seen by a neighbour but to this day I don’t know if anything was said.

 Crossdressing was shameful to me.  It was my dirty secret, I was raised in a very conservative and Christian household.  I remember being caught by my parents and told it was wrong and I was wrong for wanting to do it. I did the “right” thing, I promised I would stop and told myself I could.  I got married, had kids.  I mentioned early into the marriage that I liked it.  My wife hated the idea – again I lied and promised I’d stop.  Then, about 18 months ago, I told her I was still doing (after 11 years).  She was devastated and we separated.

 Since then I have swung from leaving everyone and becoming a full time woman to again promising I would stop.  I have told friends, who at last have offered support rather than rejection, and I have been able to embrace my desire to dress. I am beginning to see what really fits for me.  I do identify as transgender, I have told my doctor and I have an appointment with a specialist to access HRT next month.  It’s been a journey and one that is littered with shame and porn abuse – both things I continue to deal with – but I’m not ashamed.

Sexually, I am yet to find a woman who wants to know Suzi intimately.  When I need loving I have found myself veering towards guys who love seeing me dress up for them.”

Suzi has remained true to herself in what has not been an easy journey. She continues to move forward toward her desired goal, and I have every confidence she will achieve it. As a dear friend and member of My Little Black Book, Lenni, pointed out to me, after telling me of their own journey – ‘We all find our place eventually. We find our own way to make it work.’

Of course, this is a story without an ending. It’s a journey that requires commitment and bravery, and one for which no medals are handed out. As I often find myself saying, in the end we all have to learn to accept ourselves as we are, and then we can create what we desire.

FD

The Making of a Mistress: 4. The Emperor

The start of this story can be found HERE.

The next part of this story can be found HERE.

A dark hero’s journey for the BDSM set. The Making of A Mistress. How Katia Thornwood came to wield her whip and view the world through her particular lens darkly.

Intertwined with stories from the tarot, the tale is one of a young girl who finds herself drawn to the BDSM underworld and sensual intersect of mythical and mundane through an older Mistress, Valleri. When these two women’s path’s meet, the results are nothing short of cataclysmic for Katia. Is it magic? Or insanity? Or does life run with equal amounts of both? Whatever the case. Everything will burn.

An English Country Garden

An English Country Garden is a powerful real life story about how crossdressing has impacted the life of Julius Braddock, a former press photographer from South Africa. It is a serious study of crossdressing, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

At times frightening and poignant, the story explores the extremes of human emotions and looks at how crossdressing helps, and how one particular person can change the experience of crossdressing radically. Looking at stages familiar to most people who crossdress, this narrative provides a touching and helpful insight to allowing feminine aspect of oneself to develop.

The narrative is delivered in four sections, and readers are encouraged to comment and share thoughts about each part, to provide their own insights and experience to others on this journey.

An English Country Garden is free to Premium Members of my program, and is sold for $9.95 to our friends wanting it as a stand alone product. Part 1 is free (and continues below), but for the codes to unlock subsequent parts, please go here and complete the purchase. You will be sent a file with codes to unlock subsequent pages. FD

You can continue to Part 1 at no charge by using the link below.

Continue reading “An English Country Garden”

Clothes Maketh The Man

Clothes Maketh The Man is an iconic serial about crossdressing that’s been running since 2016. New episodes are added monthly, as we follow the hapless adventures of Andy – or Andrea – as he progresses in a tortured path fuelled by curiosity, passion and excitement.

FIND EPISODE 1 HERE.

FIND THE LATEST EPISODE HERE.

Have you ever felt that perhaps you’ve placed your trust in the wrong person? Well, welcome to Andy’s world. He progresses from seemingly innocent situation to catastrophe with a regularity that will entertain you, and hopefully you’ll never experience. Imagine the moment when a trusted friend says ‘Trust me!‘ – and suddenly you realize things are going to go very, very badly.

Clothes Maketh The Man

You can always find the latest version of Clothes Maketh The Man by using the search box on the home page of http://FionaDobson.com – or just by using this link. Search For Clothes Maketh The Man.

If you’re enjoying the story, be sure to comment on the pages!

🙂

Fiona

– http://FionaDobson.com