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!
Accept yourself as you are – create yourself as you desire.
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!
Hobbs Island Hotel
By Fiona Dobson
When Elizabeth died my world stopped revolving and it seemed my life ground to a halt. It was an unexpected death, as so many illnesses are, but mercifully swift.
Merciful, that is, for her. It left me with an empty life before me. How many years? I donât know. I suppose it doesnât matter.
So it was months later that I found myself waiting on lonely shore, in a gusty wind looking out at the bleak expanse of water, with Hobbs Island several miles distant, feeling desolate. But that was how each day felt at the time. Completely empty. It had been just six months, and my world had gone from full, exciting and fulfilled, to something as forbidding as that shoreline itself.
I should explain. Iâd arrived a few days early for the workshop I was scheduled to give, with the intent to use the time to write. I had a piece to complete about the psychology of addiction, and it had been my intention to use those few days to complete the article in the quiet of the retreat. I suppose I should have checked with the organisers more carefully. Iâd just assumed the hotel would be open, even though it was out of season.
After walking from the railway station to the quay, I made the call to my contact only to learn that the hotel on Hobbs Island would be closed. As it happened, the owner had been contacted and gave me permission to stay, even though Iâd have to fend for myself in the empty old building.
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Fiona.
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 but I do ask you to use the comments as you work through the four parts. It helps others. FD
You can continue to Part 1 by using the link below.
Clothes Maketh The Man is an iconic serial about crossdressing thatâs been running since 2016. New episodes are added monthly, as we follow the hapless adventures of Andy â or Andrea â as he progresses in a tortured path fuelled by curiosity, passion and excitement.
Have you ever felt that perhaps youâve placed your trust in the wrong person? Well, welcome to Andyâs world. He progresses from seemingly innocent situation to catastrophe with a regularity that will entertain you, and hopefully youâll never experience. Imagine the moment when a trusted friend says âTrust me!â â and suddenly you realize things are going to go very, very badly.
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 â or just by using this link. Search For Clothes Maketh The Man.
If youâre enjoying the story, be sure to comment on the pages!
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Fiona
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