Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 51 is out!

I sat in the ships dark store room space with my head in my hands. The dull throb of the engine filled the air and became the background music of the dark drama playing out before me. Here I was, shunned by Devina, on a cargo vessel moving through the dark night, on a black river headed who knows where.

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Merry Christmas!

Good morning, and a Merry Christmas! I am so pleased to have my members to share this chilly Christmas day with.  Many of us are not with family today because of Covid, and I am no exception. Here in Vancouver we are allowed just one other household with us this year, and I am fortunate enough to have Sebastian and his sister, Rainbow, over to enjoy the turkey I am just putting into the oven.

For those of you alone this Christmas remember there’s loads to keep you entertained on my site. You can find a lot of Christmas content HERE.

I was just mulling over the wines… No, that’s not what I mean. I was trying to decide which vintage to serve with the turkey, when the snow started falling in Huckleberry Close, as Sebastian and Rainbow appeared at my front door.

“I’m so pleased to see you,” I said as I took their snow speckled coats and ushered them into my kitchen.

“I won’t be going anywhere today,” I said looking out at the snow. “Besides my car has been giving me some trouble.”

“What on earth happened,” asked Sebastian as took the warm cup of cocoa I pressed into his hand.

“I stalled on the bridge,” I replied. “I got lucky though and a passing tow truck driver pulled me off.”

“Well, that does sound like a Christmas eve treat. Being pulled off by a tow truck driver,” said Sebastian.

“It’s not as much fun as you might think,” I responded. “My car’s at Sylvester’s. He’s hoping to get it back to me tomorrow.”

“Well, not to worry,” said Rainbow, placing a small gift on the kitchen table.

“Oh, Rainbow! I thought we weren’t doing gifts this year?” I replied looking at the carefully wrapped package.

“It’s just a  little something,” she replied.

I should point out that Rainbow and Sebastian have not had an easy time of it through Covid. Teaching yoga when people are not able to get together in groups is a tough situation for poor Rainbow and she even had to sell the gold watch she got from her grandfather on his deathbed. Apparently it wasn’t easy. He put up a hell of a fight.

Rainbow loves my tree. She helped me get it up.

Yesterday I took some treats down to the local SPCA Animal Rescue Centre.  I like to support them at this time of year. It’s shocking how many people still give pets as gifts and they show up at SPCA a few days after Christmas, so I like to support their work.  I take food for the animals and a few treats for the staff. They always seem to appreciate it. They are all so cramped I their tiny office, huddled around the coffee. You can hardly swing a cat in there.

I had better get this turkey in the oven.  I understand Sylvester may swing by in a little while. He can’t come in, with the guidelines we have in place, but that won’t stop him coming by and using my rear entrance and then having a glass of eggnog in the garden. It’s a little chilly, but… Oh – that’s not quite what I meant! ! I should consider myself lucky he’s not out somewhere hunting down a red nosed reindeer. Well, it’s is the season!

Have a lovely Christmas, and be sure to check out some of my programs if you’re not already in them. And try to remember, too many candy canes will make you sick. Being on antibiotics over New Year is no fun. You know what I’m saying. Oh, and by the way, Clothes Maketh The Man #51 will be out today.

Merry Christmas,

Fiona

Kinky Christmas – Mollie Blake.

David — occasionally known as Diana — is preparing for a rather quiet Christmas. The best laid plans…

‘So you’re seriously not going to see your dad this year?’

For a moment David didn’t reply. This would be the first year in a long time not to go home to spend Christmas with his dad. The phone call from the old man, telling him he needn’t bother because of Covid and the Omicron variant, had been a kick in the teeth. All these years, David endured a festive period suppressing his need to be who he really was because he thought his father needed him. Even last year, amid the UK lockdown, David had to steal his way down South to make sure the man wasn’t alone. Now there is no lockdown, yet the words ‘I’m safer without you,’ conveyed his dad’s true feeling—he would rather be alone at Christmas than have his “queer” son spend the holiday with him. The bastard wasn’t even concerned about the safety of his only son. Just his bigoted self!

‘Yes, I’m serious. I’ll have a happy Christmas for a change. I’ve got whisky, gin, mince pies and chocolate.’ He ran his hand over his left breast, the smooth silk of his lilac cami-top teasing him. ‘And I’ll have all the company I need.’

‘You’re kidding, right.’ From Lucy’s lips this was more command than question. ‘My plan’s just been rewritten. I’m coming over.’

David was about to protest but he didn’t get chance to open his mouth.

‘And I want to spend Christmas with Diana, not know-it-all David.’ Her grin bounced down the phone and slapped David on the cheek as only Lucy’s could. ‘Have you got room in your freezer?’

‘Why?’

‘I’m bringing Haagen-dazs – a new duo, Belgian chocolate and vanilla crunch. And you can let Diana know, that will be the only vanilla delight she’ll experience on Christmas day. I’ve got a super-kinky pressie.’

David’s hand moved lower. ‘Ok, see you later.’

It was Christmas Eve and David opened the door to Lucy and her purple mane of thick waves falling over her shoulders.

‘Quick, let me through before this melts and we have to wait for it to go stiff again.’ She fled to David’s kitchen but not before passing her free hand over his crotch and laughing.

From her bag she pulled out the ice cream and popped it straight into the freezer. Then she withdrew a turkey crown big enough to feed them for a week! a bottle of prosecco and another gift bag bulging with gifts wrapped in shiny Christmas paper. She turned to David and beamed.

Now it was his turn. ‘As this is our first Christmas together, I got you a Christmas Eve gift.’

He dipped his hand into his trouser pocket and handed Lucy a small box wrapped in paper decorated with holly and berries.

Shredding the paper with the excitement of a toddler, Lucy discovered exquisite snowflake earrings carved in sterling silver.

‘They’re antique,’ David said.

‘They’re beautiful.’ Lucy proceeded to replace her bling Christmas tree ones with the snowflakes. ‘We’ve got a theme going here.’

David’s curiosity would have to wait until Christmas day.

‘Open this one first.’ It was Christmas morning and Lucy picked the larger present from her gift bag.

They were sitting up in bed, naked after a very “demanding” evening.

David held up a cotton vest top, the fabric imprinted with large snowflakes. In lilac, of course. He slipped it over his head. ‘I need some makeup on,’ he exclaimed after peering at his reflection in the dressing table mirror.

‘Here, you’ll want this.’ Lucy handed over another present.

The wrapping paper ripped off, David rolled up a lipstick to reveal a deep purple colour. It would be a new shade for Diana. He licked his lips with an alluring glint in his eye. ‘Let me see if it suits you.’

He leaned forward and placed his lips over Lucy’s left nipple, leaving a perfect purple “kiss” surrounding her darkened nipple.

With blush and mascara to complete her attire, Diana blew a kiss to her own reflection. ‘I’ll put the turkey in the oven and then you can open your gift.’

‘You knew I had my eye on these in Harvey Nicks!’ Lucy declared, stepping into Jimmy Choo 4 inch stilettos which had been way beyond her budget.

Diana watched with admiration tinged with a touch of jealousy – there was no way David could walk on those. But it didn’t matter. They would have hidden her Christmas-red toenails anyway.

Delving into the gift bag once more, Lucy pulled out parcels containing Terry’s chocolate orange, a bottle of Drambuie and a candle in the shape of a reindeer – soon to come to a fiery end this evening. One box remained. ‘This is to wait until after dinner.’

After preparing the meal to Christmas pop blaring in the background, and eating to Carols from St Paul’s Cathedral, the couple finally retired to the lounge armed with Bollinger and the board game, Risk. Lucy may have been short on stature but she packed a punch and was one tough cookie when it came to world domination, or at least David and Diana’s.

As evening descended and the bedroom beckoned once more, Lucy handed Diana the final gift. Diana fondled the lilac silicone love ring, her fingers tracing the raised snowflakes on the outer ring. She licked her lips and grabbed Lucy’s hand.

‘Wait a sec,’ Lucy yelled, slipping away into the kitchen to return with the erotically delectable Haagen-dazs. The large tub contained far too much for them to eat, but none of it would go to waste.

This was the best Christmas ever.

Wishing Fiona and all her gurls a wonderful, safe and happy Christmas and a New Year free from fear.

Get more Mollie Blake HERE.

Trans – Is it a choice?

There’s a rainbow of colors out there when it comes to crossdressing, and gender queer ideas. However, one question that is often asked is, ‘Is this a choice?’ It’s a pretty reasonable question.

I chat a lot online and talk to many of my members. Among those who are just exploring this side of themselves for the first time, this is a huge question. On the one hand they do want to dress, and allow themselves to be more feminine. However, they also feel a sense of guilt and shame. So, can’t they simply choose not to do this?

I’ve thought about that one long and hard. I sincerely believe that if we live our authentic life we have no need to feel any sense of shame. I temper that with the idea that we try to take into account the sensitivities of others around us. That’s just being a decent human being. We don’t need to force our personalities on others. We’ve got nothing to prove.

While it’s not the same for all of us, I think it fair to say that when we suppress the feminine side of our nature we stifle ourselves. We deny ourselves a large part of who we are. The reason so many trans people develop depression and anxiety is, I sincerely believe, linked to the fact that pretending to be someone other than the person we are is quite literally exhausting. And most of us do this the majority of the time. It’s only when we choose not to pretend that we start to accept ourselves and flourish.

So, it’s only a choice in the sense that we choose to stop pretending. We start to accept ourselves. And then we start to live as we truly are.

Let me know how you’re doing.

Fiona

http://FionaDobson.com

Don’t get caught out at the company Christmas Party.

Advice from a crossdressing Account Executive for the company Christmas Party.

I am always pleased to help out my members and keep them on the right track. With this in mind the following list of thoughts has been compiled from the experiences and suggestions of some of my valued members.

  1. It is no longer acceptable to sit on the photocopier during the Christmas Party photocopying your bum and handing out prints saying it’s another memo from the accounts department.
  2. When sitting on the photocopier (see #1) do not make the mistake of scanning your bottom and posting it to the company Instagram Account.
  3. Taking a co-worker to the Christmas Party does not count as a first date.
  4. Don’t sleep with the head of Human Resources on the first date (see #3).
  5. Line ups at the STD Clinic are generally shorter during the holiday period.
  6. When asked what you were thinking (See #4), replying “Everyone else has,” is not considered a good reason.
  7. It’s no fun being on antibiotics through the Christmas period.

If you have Christmas Party suggestions please make a point of sharing them below.

😊

Fiona

How can I get my hands on some breasts this Christmas?

What a busy week it’s been. I should offer a little clarity on something before I go any further, relating to one of my valued members. As you likely know, I am always keen to help my members with helpful advice. Mildred, of Colorado Springs, recently asked me how she might stop her puppy from chasing the postman when he comes by delivering some of her online orders. I suggested she should have him neutered and things will immediately get much better. I suppose in retrospect I should have explained more clearly that I meant the dog. I should also apologise to George Reynolds of Colorado Springs, or Georgina as he’s now known.

“Where on earth am I going to get my hands on a pair of 44DD breasts in a hurry?” I asked Sylvester.

“Don’t look at me,” said the diminutive Rainbow, as she settled down on my right hand beside me at my desk and looked at some of the websites I was browsing. She had just dropped in having led a yoga class at the community centre down the road. She was quite hoarse from a surfeit of omming.

“Amanda may be able to help you there,” mused Sylvester.

“Really, Sylvester,” I said. “You can be quite course at times. You know very well what I’m talking about. My car was broken into the other day and someone got rather more than they bargained for. The backpack they took carried my magnificent pocket bra and large breasts, a gift from a friend some years ago.”

I do think fondly of those breasts. Catching sight of my reflection for the first time with the curves I should have been born with was breathtaking. It’s quite a remarkable feeling when one does first put on such a magnificent accessory, and then marches down the street like a battle ship bringing a pair of 16 inch guns to bare on passers by. At first the thought is unmistakably how magnificent they look, but soon one becomes aware that it’s so much more than that. It’s the wonderful feeling that this is how one should look, but for an accident of chromosomes. It just feels so very natural and right.

I quickly went to my friends at The Drag Queen Closet (where I know I can always find great products at sensible prices) and found just what I was looking for. Whether you’re a first time buyer or familiar with drag supplies and crossdressing products, you can rely on them to steer you right. It’s such a relief to know I’ll be stepping out to my Christmas events looking my best. If you’re looking for something special, and have an eye for quality you should check them out for that special gift for yourself.

I would like to pass on the very best of Christmas wishes from the team at The Drag Queen Closet to my members and friends who love to enjoy crossdressing, drag and gender fluidity.  They really are supportive to us and share our ideals in finding a gentler more feminine world in the year ahead. I know they send their very best to all of us at the end of a year which has tested us, but one in which we emerge still strong, still standing, and putting our best foot forward (in spectacular heels) for 2022.

Have a lovely week. Drop by the site as I will be on during the day and early evening chatting with members throughout the Christmas period. Don’t forget the Fiona Dobson Playlist to help keep your holiday season upbeat. By the way, below is a George Michael classic from the playlist. George used to be my first wife’s laundry guy. Yeah! He worked in a cleaners in Finchley, in London, when he was a teenager. True story.

Fiona.

PS. Feeling a little disconnected or alone at Christmas? There’s no need to. Join my Whatsapp Group and connect with some of my members immediately.

Some interesting Christmas ideas.

I don’t know how I’m going to squeeze it all in! All the shopping, parties, family events, and looking after so many members! Well, perhaps I should take my own advice and lubricate things with a little help from Amazon.

Here’s a few great Christmas ideas. I must say my idea of a wonderful Christmas would be for Amanda, my wife’s appalling friend, to emigrate to Molvania – though I doubt it’s likely to happen any time soon. And let’s face it, Pig And Pig Farmer would be unlikely to find another editor of her enormous caliber.

Enjoy my Christmas list and add some ideas of your own in the comments section.  FD

Who What
Sylvester, My mechanic just loves messing around in his workshop. If it’s not covered in oil and slippery to the touch, it’s just not his thing! Here’s a few ideas.
Sebastian. My personal trainer is a health nut. He’s all about vegetables, getting sweaty on the mat and working up a sweat. I hate to disappoint him. He’s going to love these yoga accessories.
Ali. Ali is often a dirty boy in my garden. He’s a wonderful gardener, but being a Syrian refugee is still getting things together here. I’m always happy to lend a hand.
Bernard. He’s a wonderful photographer and a great artist. He loves to travel with me on shoots and assignments for the advertising agency. Plenty of good ideas here. I had thought of giving him a carrot, in view of recent events but it seemed a little unkind.
Julie: She’s hard at it with our Admirer members. Always very diligent and communicative, I thought a nice little piece of technology would help her out.
Katia. Buying for Katia is easy. She love anything lacy and sexy – though leans toward leather and studded.
Amanda: My wife’s appalling friend would do well to have a walking tour of Molvania. Taking in the oldest operating nuclear facility in eastern Europe, and meeting interesting people who have never visited a dentist sounds right up her street.
Everyone else! I never like to be caught off guard and find I’ve forgotten about a friends gift. With this in mind I always have a few Amazon Gift Cards about the place. Being able to pull one out and hand it to a surprise guest leaves me looking particularly generous and them feeling totally embarrassed at forgetting to bring a gift!

I’ve been having a little trouble with my colon!

I’ve been having some dreadful trouble with my colon lately. Now, I know what you’re thinking, but ever since Max changed some of the settings on my computer keyboard I just keep getting a problem with it! I think he reset the layout to the French keyboard!

In the cold wintery weather we’re having I’m going to remind all my girls the importance of moisturizing your skin. Using a nice aloe cream helps, and you can find them at any pharmacy or health food store. It keeps you looking fresh and really helps your skin. You can also find some here.

I am busily chatting with a few of the suppliers who sometimes give some great discounts to my members. It’s always nice to nail down an agreement with a company that provides great clothes and makeup for my members. Be sure to check out my shopping list here.

I can see Ali working on my bush, in the garden – he’s saying something about that not being the only thing that going to get nailed. Ali’s English is very selectively intermittent.

Now, if you’re not already a member I suggest you do join up soon, whether you choose to as a Good Gurl, for just $1 a month, or one of the more extensive programs.

Oh, I have to go now… I can see Auntie Kittie heading up the drive, I’d better hide the sherry!

Have a lovely week and be sure to let me know how you’re getting on.

Ciao.

Fiona

The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me…

Here are a few Christmas ideas.

The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me… from Fiona Dobson on Vimeo.

Let’s get this Christmas Season started.

It’s Christmas in Vancouver, and we’re enjoying some of the great local drag performers. These clips come from some of my members and friends who have been at The Junction ( http://www.junctionpub.com/ ) and The Fountainhead pub ( https://thefountainheadpub.com/ ), two of the top locations on Davie Street, Vancouver.

I do not know the names of all the performers, however if you are familiar with them, please mention them in the comments as they all do such amazing work and have been so creative as we’ve gone through the Covid pandemic.

I should also give a shout out to both Byron at The Junction and Astrid at The Fountainhead for their contribution. Vancouver wouldn’t be Vancouver without them.

If you’re visiting Vancouver, make a point of dropping into The Junction and Fountainhead Pub on Davie Street. You won’t regret it.

Fiona.

Brought to you by FionaDobson.com – It’s the crossdressing website you’ll love even if you’ve never tried on your sisters panties!

How to talk (and listen) to transgender people.

Gender should be the least remarkable thing about someone, but transgender people are still too often misunderstood. To help those who are scared to ask questions or nervous about saying the wrong thing, Jackson Bird shares a few ways to think about trans issues. And in this funny, frank talk, he clears up a few misconceptions about pronouns, transitioning, bathrooms and more.