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What’s that on your fingers?

I am no detective, but when you know Auntie Kittie is making jam, and the top of the cooking sherry is sticky… well, it doesn’t take much to know she’s getting into my stash of wine.

And speaking of your favorite auntie, she has some nephews from New Zealand staying, and she’s teaching them all about making jam. She told me this morning that she’s trying to get her hands on some plums, and possibly a cherry or two. She tells me she’s got plenty of fruit, though she did say she’d finished off her kiwis.

As you probably know I record some great hypnosis tracks, and having such a nice recording set up I allow some of my friends to use it for their own recordings. When I poked my head round the door just now I found Mistress Meg’s little helper, Stacey making a new recording for our Seahorse members.

I was quite shocked by the things she was saying. I had to listen, just for a moment. Stacey is so innocent looking. I was most surprised.

“You’re going to love dressing up for me tonight, aren’t you?” she said into the microphone.

“I know you’ve wanted to for a long time, but this time it’s something you’re desperate to do. And you know, I’ve known about it for a long time, I just enjoy you being awkward about it. But I also know that the longer I make you wait, the more desperate you’re going to be to do just exactly what I want.

And what I want is very important for you, isn’t it?

You want to serve me. You want to do whatever I tell you. Don’t you?”

I thought I’d better leave her to it after that. Well, you lucky Seahorses will be hearing from Stacey before long, I expect.

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Fiona

PS – I thought I’d add this great track from Def Leopard especially for all my fellow diabetics.

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From Crossdressing To Transition – with Jules Sanderson.

Jules gives us a quick look at the journey from crossdressing to transitioning as a transgender individual. This will help anyone who thinks they may be trans, or friends and family of people who have chosen a transgender life. Enjoy it and let me know what you think.

Fiona

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Do you remember the first time?

Hi, I was chatting with some of my members online the other  night and we got to talking about our first time. I don’t think any of us really knew what we were doing at that time. I was about 5 when I first tried on a pair of black panties. My cousin had been over, and they’d been left.

I think my mother must have washed them and put them in my draw by mistake.  Either way I found them, and realised they weren’t mine.  I tried them on all the same, and I can remember thinking it was naughty. I can also remember getting an erection – which was definitely a little strange.

For some of us, it was our sister that played ‘dress up’ with us. For others it’s some other situation completely. 

We all have a different path into this – and for each unusual start there’s an unusual outcome.  I know so many men who crossdress, and hide it from their wives, only to find later (when their guilty secret is discovered) that their spouse really likes the fact that they like to dress up. And of course there are the ones that go the other way.
Of course we all have a different path into this – and for each unusual start there’s an unusual outcome.  I know so many men who crossdress, and hide it from their wives, only to fnd later (when their guilty secret is discovered) that their spouse really likes the fact that they like to dress up. And of course there are the ones that go the other way.

In the end, we all know we just have to be the person we’re meant to be – and find ways to accomodate that. There’s good ways and bad ways to do that.

I’ve just added a new page to my site that will help people understand a little about this. On my site you can tell your own story in the comments section of the following page – https://fionadobson.com/my-first-time/.  You might find your own story is not so unusual. It’s a good thing to share.  Don’t forget to register on the site. That way you’re sure to get a lot more out of it.

If you are interested there’s a little about my own journey here: https://fionadobson.com/the-three-reasons-i-couldnt-stop-myself-from-crossdressing/

Ironically, it’s often not until later in life that many people embrace this behaviour. Perhaps it’s just when we feel more comfortable with it.

Now, Sylvester, my mechanic has just pulled into the drive.  He wants me to take a ride with him on his chopper. Have a lovely evening!

🙂

Fiona
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Jen’s Guide To Cuckolding.

Jen is a hardworking librarian at the local library. She’s a popular lady in the community and likes to get out and about. However, her weekends are a whole other story.

Get the full story HERE.

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You can be a gurl for me tonight – Stacey.

You can be a gurl for me tonight. Enjoy this self hypnosis from Mistress Meg’s little helper, Stacey. Listen to this video and then come and enjoy some more hypnosis files here:

https://fionadobson.com/?s=hypnosis

Stacey helps out Mistress Meg. You can find her by joining my Seahorse Level.  She can be a most persuasive friend.

Enjoy yourself and be sure to let me know how you like it.

Fiona

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The Stories Your Mother Never Told You.

Hidden away, but never forgotten there are stories your mother never told you. Stories you’d never have thought possible, but for the fact that a collection of papers have been acquired by Mistress Meg.

Collected and carefully compiled these documents reveal the salacious goings on of women in a small town in the 1950’s. Presented here, purely for educational purposes, Mistress Meg reveals the nature of passions that run unbridled as husbands spend their days working. Brought together lovingly for my Seahorse members, these stories reveal a salacious view of the world from the perspective of girdled and brassiered women for whom the term ‘lady’ has long since been made no longer relevant.

Valerie helps some of the other young women of the small town find meaning in their lives, in their passions and in their bedrooms, never afraid to tease and make fun of her hard working husband.

Join her in these stories of passion that are “The Stories Your Mother Never Told You.“

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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.

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It’s Friday night, so let’s do this…

Look, do I really need an excuse to post this? So, here it is. It’s for all my lovely members who’ve been so kind this last few weeks.

In other news…

Nikita has just released her new book and I include a link below and encourage my members to reach out for it.

Buy ‘Both Sides Of The Great Divide’

In “Both Sides of the Great Divide,” Nikita Carter describes her awakening. How, at 60 years of age, a series of shattering experiences lead to her being “broken open” to the awareness that she is a trans woman, and that she must make changes in her life that reflect that truth.A musician, composer, educator, producer, the past Artistic Director of a music company, and founder and co-leader of a large ensemble orchestra. Today, Nikita emerges from a life filled with extraordinary experiences and people, as a strong, confident, loving advocate for the trans community, a “hybrid being, being hybrid.”

I’ll be online tonight chatting late on the site. Win a free membership by chatting to me and starting off with the words “I think I just stepped in some trump!”.

🙂

Fiona

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Camouflage

This will seem a little self indulgent, but it’s something I feel I should share. I have observed an unusual shift in the way I feel about myself as I walk further down this transgender path.

At moments in which I’ve felt the disapproval of others I have chosen not antagonise anyone. I find rudeness is rarely a solution to anything, and if my appearance offends someone I generally choose to retreat a little.

I have contained myself a little and I fall into a more androgenous behaviour. I generally feel the desire to appease rather than confront. However, recently my perspective on the question of presentation has shifted a little.

Recently I was in a bar with a couple of friends enjoying a beer. I glanced across the bar room and noticed a trip of young men looking in my direction. I wouldn’t describe their attention as exactly hostile, but it certainly was ‘something’. But who can guess what is in someone else’s mind?

I found my immediate reaction was to look at my reflection in a nearby window. Were my forearms looking a little too masculine? Was I appearing a little too masculine?

Swiftly my thoughts shifted, though, and I found myself thinking I wanted to present in a more feminine manner. In other words I wanted to push the needle further to the feminine side of the gauge. I felt no desire to retreat into the androgynous space.

I’ve become aware that as I progress further in this transgender journey the desire has become to dress better rather than to dress in a less confrontational manner. And of course, the dressing is merely the aesthetic. An expression of who I am, rather than actually ‘who I am’.

It really comes down to my simple acceptance of myself. I am what I am.

I really don’t wish to force that on anyone. However, I am not responsible for others discomfort. They own that.

While I won’t intentionally antagonise others I do have a right to be myself.

And the three young men? Well, they certainly weren’t rude to me. Perhaps their attention wasn’t so malevolent, after all. Instead I chose to think that it was nice to be noticed.

A few moments later a drink arrived at our table courtesy of the young men across the room. It just goes to show, first impressions can be wrong.

Fiona

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At last, some good news.

I am so pleased Sylvester is recovering from his traumatic travels with me. His swelling has subsided and is almost healed.

It was a nasty moment but he’s doing just fine now.  Rainbow came over with some of her lavender tea, which doubtless helped.  You can find all the gory details of our travels HERE and on my Patreon.

And while we’re on the subject of my Patreon I should highlight one of the Tiers that some of my members enjoy. I realise there are many of my members who have been with me for several years. For those who have got to know me in more detail over the years I do offer the ‘Behind The Scenes’ Tier. This includes some of the more personal aspects of my life.  While the general tone of my content is generally upbeat and perhaps a little frivolous, the darker and sometimes difficult side of my transgender life is detailed in the Behind The Scenes section. If that appeals be sure to join that Tier on my Patreon at http://Patreon.com/join/fdobsonCD

Sylvester has been getting out and exercising to get his energy back, the poor lamb. However, he staggered into my kitchen this morning, while I was still out of breath from a particularly vigorous session with Sebastian. I really do find Sebastian really stretches me when we do the power yoga!

“What on earth is the matter, Sylvester?” I asked as he clutched at his eye.

“It was those bloody kids!” he replied.

I knew he had to be talking about Auntie Kittie’s nephews and nieces, who are staying at her house for a couple of days as their parents visit the Montreal Transgender Film Festival. https://exposuresmtl.com/

“What have they done now?” I asked.

“I was walking up the lane and I heard this chanting. I thought someone was playing some sort of game or something and I was curious.”

“What were they chanting,” I asked, my curiosity piqued. Those kids do some wild things.

“Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen,” chanted Sylvester.

“So what did you do,” I persisted.

“I found a little hole in the fence to look through and put my eye to it. Next thing I knew one of the little buggers poked me in the eye!”

“Oh wait! Don’t tell me…” I interrupted.

“Yes, they started chanting ‘fourteen, fourteen, fourteen.’” He groaned.

“That’s terrible,” I commiserated. “What little monsters.”

I didn’t tell Sylvester, but I taught them that trick yesterday.

Have a wonderful week.

Fiona

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Poison! Part 1.

The soft sensation of nylon against my skin is almost the perfect form of foreplay. Pulling on the nylon stockings, and smoothing them up my leg, unhurried and luxuriously before a date is always enough to make me wet.

Perhaps it’s a response to my desire for something to happen, or maybe it’s just a learned response. After all, most times I do go out dressed in this manner I get what I’m looking for, so it’s only a matter of time before my body, hungry for the lecherous and desperate touch of a lover, is served to my satisfaction. You’ll note that I said ‘my satisfaction’. I point this out as I do like to play a little game.

It’s been about five years now that I’ve followed a rather particular dating practice.  I usually use one of the more popular apps, Tinder or some such, and there I will select a – now what should I call them – a project. Yes. I select a project. You know if you go to some of the apps you can even find me. Of course, I’m not going to make that too easy for you, as I really don’t want to give away all my secrets.

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My father thought he had three boys.

As I think you know, I am a fairly modest individual. I don’t take any pleasure in blowing my own trumpet. I need hardly tell you that on mentioning that to Sylvester he trotted out some trite comment. He really can be quite coarse at times.

With the small amount of celebrity that I have garnered over the years there are naturally moments when I am recognised and photographed, when out in public. I don’t resent this.  I accept that it comes with the territory of being a transgendered account executive at Canada’s seventeenth most awarded advertising company. Apparently, with great power comes great responsibility, to quote Maya Angelou.

It was during the Pride Parade in Vancouver recently that a flock of paparazzi recognized me and descended upon me flashes flashing and video videoing. I must say, in the centre of this light storm I found myself very lightheaded. Perhaps it was the hot weather, or maybe the noise of the parade, but quite suddenly I felt very feint. A moment later the world seemed to tilt on its axis and I was suddenly falling, falling, falling.

 When I opened my eyes I found myself in an unfamiliar place. I was surrounded by mist, and there seemed to be no horizon. There was a soft white light, no walls and no floor. A gentle fog rolled about the place, a little like when Sylvester had that smoke machine in the car and couldn’t turn it off and we got pulled over by the police. Sorry, a story for another day.

From out of this monochromatic landscape a figure emerged with a long white beard and a scroll. Now, I know what you’re thinking. They always have a scroll, right? Why no Ipad? I know – I’ve asked the very same question.

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What are you driving?

I could not help noticing, whilst driving home from the advertising agency the other day, the names on the back of vehicles. The model names of vehicles are of interest to me, from both the branding perspective and what it tells me about the drivers.

A therapist member of mine recently pointed out to me that several of their erectile dysfunction clients did indeed drive muscle cars, in more than one instance a Hummer. Frankly I feel anyone driving a Hummer should be on their knees begging forgiveness from their children as the pump heat into an increasingly fragile environment. On the other hand, given the erectile dysfunction issues associate with Hummer ownership there’s a good chance that having children is one complication these thoughtless tools will not have to concern themselves with.

Sylvester, on the other hand has shunned the muscles cars and even removed the photo on his office wall of him posing with his Dodge Penetrator 3000. I am pleased to see him mellowing. I do remember the day he pulled up outside my house, on his phone calling me to tell me he was there.

“I’m just pulling into your garage,” he said. “No wait, I’m reversing.  Pulling in again… backing up and going in again now. Perhaps I should go in the laneway round the back. I can get the back way, but it’s a bit tight.”

You know, I may have said this before, but Sylvester can be quite coarse at times.

Personally I like to drive a Buick Vagina. It’s the limited Silhouette edition. So much more my style. Both feminine and powerful, with the twin turbo V6 with the cuddle seats option.

Vehicle names and designs do tell us a lot about their drivers. I noticed a Kia Soul in the traffic as I was driving home, and I can only speculate that some Korean designer sat down and thought hard about what a car designed for Spongebob Squarepants might look like, and then took up the challenge to build it. Ironically the driver of this particular vehicle did look like a cartoon character.

Sebastian, my vegetarian personal trainer, drives a Kia Hymen when not riding his electric bicycle. His sister, Rainbow, drives a Nissan Slide with a synchromatic gearbox. Amanda drives a Prius, which is entirely predictable, while of course Ali, my gardener, drives the Smart Car with a rifle rack on the rear window, adapted to carry his gardening tools. He’s proud to declare he always shows up with his hoes.

One of my Vancouver members, Lenni, is originally from Alaska, and proudly tells of her mother having driven a Ford LTD wagon. This vehicle, with a 7.5 litre engine has the dubious distinction of being capable of hitting a moose, killing it, and then being able to transport it back to the trailer park for butchering. I can’t help thinking life in Alaska holds wonders I am pleased not to have either witnessed or shared.

Instead I think I’ll go and get Sylvester to change the fluids in my Buick Vagina.

Have a lovely week.

Fiona