Yes, just when things looked like they can’t possibly go worse for Andy, he finds himself getting in deeper! Follow the painful progress of the hapless Andy – who would be him!
Put out to work by the evil Devina, Andy finds himself put into service with Chantelle. What could possibly go wrong?
Read Part 22 here: PART 22
Did you know that the quickest way to be sure you’re getting the latest Clothes Maketh The Man is to use The Fiona Dobson Crossdressing App from the Google Playstore?
Gradually introducing your partner to the gurl who is inside you is a process best handled in a slow and sensitive manner. Many partners will recoil from this if it’s not handled in a very precise way.
On the whole I do not approve of large people with too much facial hair looming in my doorway. Even more so at 3 am.
That was the sight that greeted me this morning. I enjoy my beauty sleep, most of all to protect my looks, but also so I am fresh in the morning to write to my members. And last night, as my very understanding wife was once again traveling, this time at a conference in somewhere called Poughkeepsie, I was enjoying a night of calm sleep wearing a pink teddie. When I heard the chiming of the door bell, I pulled on a thick robe and went downstairs to find the henge-like form of Amanda, my wife’s appalling friend, blocking the doorway, like a couch abandoned by someone who had been trying to get it through a door that was marginally too small.
Poor Andy. He goes from bad to worse. Things can only get better, right?
I’m pleased to say that the latest Clothes Maketh The Man can be found here!
Most of my members have partners, and some are lucky enough to have open minded lovers who are involved in the joy they find crossdressing. For those of use who have this wonderful situation dressing becomes a delight shared between two (or more) and takes on a new dimension.
Some don’t have this opportunity. Sadly they feel they can’t or shouldn’t bring their partner into this side of their life. There are certainly many times when this is a wise and expedient decision, and one that can still work well for a crossdresser. As we explore in the Premium Program, there are ways to still allow the feminine side of your personality to emerge safely and in appropriate ways. However, there are some members who desperately wish to bring this into their life, but simply don’t know how to approach the subject with a partner that may not be what we could describe as receptive.
Some partners are so far from receptive that they have the car packed and the GPS set to drive to their mother before you can say, “I was just trying it to see if it went with my hair!”
The Visitor from Outer…Place. Part 2
From Part 1
David closed his eyes and wanted nothing more than to escape to his bedroom and feel the cool silk of his new negligée next to his skin. It would look perfect with those slippers. He began to feel clammy. “I need a drink.”
Sandrine looked around and spied the kitchen. She handed the slippers to David. “Why don’t Lucy and I get the drinks while you go and make yourself more comfortable?”
David hesitated a moment. “Are you FtM?” …
Wait. He of all people should know better than to ask such a personal question to a woman he barely knew. And she was a work colleague. What the hell was he thinking?
He was about to apologise when Sandrine replied.
“I like to be fluide. I don’t put myself in just one ‘ole. Is that ‘ow you English say it?” Sandrine flashed her eyes at David before fixing them on Lucy.
Uncharacteristically Lucy had been silent for the past minute and a half, her nerves possibly still reverberating from asking Sandrine if she was a lesbian. Now her eyes were on David, and he couldn’t help thinking she was worried for him. Well let her be!
He needed space to breathe. “I think you mean ‘box’ but ‘hole’ works too. Help yourselves.”
“Oh, come on,” said Lucy, heading to the kitchen, never one to hide her impatience, or linger at the back of the queue when there was a glass of wine to be had.
There can be little doubt that the single piece of crossdressing equipment that makes the greatest impact on how you look is the corset. Suddenly you have a waist, and look very different!
That dress now hangs a little more naturally. You have curves that make you excited and others wild with desire. Everything is different.
You’re going to love the selection below. Take a good look and then experiment. Keep in mind that buying a little larger than you think you need may be a good idea. You can easily be cinched down a size or two.
Remember, it’s great to experiment with a few ideas. If you can find a girlfriend to help you, you’re going to enjoy this even more.
Don’t be afraid to experiment with corsets. They are fun and give you an instant waistline. Some have a longer body style than others. They can be worn over or under a blouse, and there’s the tricky question of whether on not you want an underbust line, or one that cradles breast forms, or your natural breast mass.
Eventually you’ll want to spend a substantial amount on a corset. At that point a professional fitting is a great idea. When you’re spending upwards of $300 on a corset, you don’t want to make mistakes. However, you’ll likely find it’s worth every cents. Until then try any of the ones you see on this page and have some fun with them.
One of the most fun aspects of corsetry is the idea of going steampunk. I love to waer steampunk clothes and the corset is a staple of the style. Below are a few great corsets that can combine with jeans, or a long skirt, and boots, perfect for a steampunk adventure. I can hardly wait to get out there once more.
Good morning and welcome to a wonderful election day in the US. If you’re getting ready to vote, slip into some heels, do your makeup and get out there with plenty of time to make a difference.
Just this very morning I was walking in my garden with Sebastian, my personal trainer, and Amanda, my wife’s appalling friend. She’s heading over the border to the US this afternoon to vote, of course, like all good people should. However, as we were walking Amanda got a call from my wife, who as you may know is currently travelling.
Sebastian and I could not help but overhear Amanda’s comments, and politely listened in to the one sided conversation. Now the important details I will skip over, except to say that I was wearing one of my lovely pleated maxi skirts that I find so very comfortable and a pair of suede boots. However, returning to Amanda, who it should be noted edits Pig and Pig Farmer, the first publication in the US to endorse Mr. Trump in the last elections.
The Visitor from Outer…Place. Part 1
“Why can’t Professor Daniels take her to lunch? It’s his department she’s come to visit. I know bugger all about 17th century French poets!” David heard his secretary’s long sigh on the other end of the phone.
“Professor Daniels has to complete his paper on ‘Horses in the Middle Age—”
“Has to complete his paper? He’s been writing that thing for the last five years.”
“Well, he says it’s urgent now.”
It was David’s turn to sigh. After catching a brief glimpse of Madame Lafayette with Daniels, he could understand why the professor may well wish to finish the paper he wished he’d never started. At five foot two and almost as round as he was tall, the professor was in his early sixties, wore a bow tie and waistcoat daily, and regarded anyone who didn’t know the French poet, Jean Chapelain, as something you might have the misfortune to find on the bottom of your shoe. The university’s guest from Paris, on the other hand, was tall and skinny with poker straight, raven black hair, and he guessed, in her mid-thirties. Her black tailored trouser suit accentuated her ghoulishly pale skin, and David couldn’t help thinking she resembled a teacher of the dark arts in a Harry Potter novel. No doubt she knew all there was to know about Jean C, but Daniels was probably scared stiff of her.
I had a very strange conversation with Ali this morning. We were enjoying a cup of tea at my kitchen table, and the topic fell to politics. Now, as I am sure you know, Ali is my Syrian gardener. He came to Canada as a refugee with his lovely two daughters and wife.
I am so pleased to say his girls are doing to so well. They’re both A grade students now, and are loving high school here in Montreal. Ali himself was a professor at Damascus University in the Biology department. His special interest is, unsurprisingly, botany.
I found it most curious to hear him talk about American politics.
Looking very thoughtful he said in a very considered manner, “it’s really very reminiscent of home.”
He must have seen the look of surprise on my face.
“Really, these rallies Mr. Trump has. They are just like ours back home.”
“I hardly think…”
“It’s just the same. The words are a little different. But other than that, it’s very similar,” Ali insisted
“Ali, it’s completely different,” I protested.
“I’ll admit, our young men were chanting “Death to America”, instead of “Knock her up”, but it’s all the same really.”
I poured a little more tea before pointing out, “I think you’ll find they’re chanting “Lock her up!”