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Let’s Get You In Shape The Fun Way.
You know keeping your body in shape is never a bad idea. However most gym exercises are very yang in nature – elevating the core energy of the body. There’s a great deal to be gained by releasing the tension in the body through a more yin form of exercise. That’s why yin yoga, or a hatha yoga class is so very important.
Some people identify this as a more feminine form of energy. I don’t really go quite that far, but I do feel that releasing tension through the use of yin yoga calm both the body and the mind. This allows me to be myself – a very feminine person.
Now, since Sebastian, my personal trainer, is off on some foolish jaunt to Molvania, teaching the less fortunate of the world about the benefits of being a vegan, I am left to take care of my own personal training needs. Honestly, how can someone be so selfish! Heâs doing a stint with Personal Trainers Without Borders. Seems very egocentric to me.
Instead I will have to do my own yoga routine, along with Julie, Katia and Marjory from next door. Sylvester offered to come round and help me realign my chakras, but Iâm not entirely sure that he interprets that the same way as I do. To be honest heâs far more useful greasing a half shaft and helping me with my fluids. In the car. He really can be very coarse at times.
However, I do think I should talk a little about exercise and how very important it is for all of us who crossdress. You may remember my photographer, Bernard, recently had some heart troubles resulting in a heart transplant. I am convinced this is because he doesnât exercise properly. He really should be more committed. Admittedly being tazered certainly didnât help. None the less he should be more aware of his health. Mind you, heâs not as bad as his brother, Fat Stewart. He hauls his bloated carcass around in a Ford F150 and is only likely to lose weight if he gets flensed.
So, after chatting with Marissa, one of my lovely members, I was put in mind of some of the benefits of exercising in the proper manner. Thatâs right, as a crossdresser itâs not as simple as merely going into a gym and lifting weights. If you want to look like Sylvester Stallone in a dress that might work for you, but if youâre looking for a more feminine shape itâs not going to do the things youâre looking for.
Most typical gym exercises are very yang in nature. The elevate the energy within the core of the body. As a crossdresser youâre looking for something a little different. Pumping iron bunches up the muscles and can even elevate anxiety. This is the reverse of where you want to be.
When you swim, particularly breast stroke, you are releasing energy. A slow methodical pace, using each stroke to release and push away tension, leave the body relaxed and supple. Crawl, or swimming in an over arm stroke, is more like a core exercise and isnât what youâre looking for. The yin-like exercise of breast stroke, preferably daily, is extremely healthy and calming. Itâs gentle. That feels more like where you need to go, doesnât it?
Doing yoga is one of the best ways to allow your feminine energy to emerge. Thereâs no rocket science here. Getting into either Hatha, or better still, Yin yoga is a great way to find that side of yourself. Now, a word of caution. Donât just wander into any yoga class, if youâre not sure what youâre looking for. An Ashtanga yoga class has more in common with a martial arts workout than what you likely think yoga is. You are looking for Hatha or Yin styles of yoga.
If youâre unable to get into a class I can thoroughly recommend Esther Ekhartâs website here: https://www.ekhartyoga.com/
I donât get paid to recommend Esther. Sheâs lovely.
Have a lovely week, and try to get into a yoga class. If you’re a Patron and Seahorse Level of higher, you can also enjoy this spectacular self hypnosis file to make the experience all the more exciting and feminine.
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Fiona.
It’s a very special day.
What a beautiful spring morning here in Huckleberry Close. Itâs a very special day for me, though you likely donât realise it. Three years ago today I started writing the story âClothes Maketh The Manâ, which led to the development of my program and this extraordinary journey.
In that time, as close as Max and I can calculate, something like 85,000 people have enjoyed the story. I find this on the one hand encouraging, and on the other a little disturbing!
In celebration I think Sylvester and Ali have something planned. They keep making spurious excuses to drop by mid morning. Sylvester tells me he wants to âcheck my fluidsâ, which I think has something to do with the car. Ali is insistent that he was to drop of a couple of hoes. At least thatâs what I think he said. He has been wanting new gardening equipment.
Anyway, itâs also International Womenâs Day, and in honor of that I am including a video one of my dearest members suggested. Iâm sure youâll enjoy it!
Have a lovely day,
Fiona.
Become a Patron!Sylvester, and the mental health implications of driving a Zamboni.
As you doubtless know, I consider it my responsibility to be a guardian of my friends health. Itâs just the giving nature of the person that I am. I canât really help it, but as some have commented I am something of a carer, some have even used the word âhealerâ.
I suppose that when one is gifted in this particular direction it is unfair on others to ignore this talent. Which brings me to my concerns recently for Sylvester. I expect youâre aware that he drives the Zamboni at the local ice rink on occasion. I should also point out that here in Montreal Hockey is something of a religion. To be a driver of the Zamboni is to be a high priest in the church.
However, in this particular church there appears to be something of a schism. Maurice, another Zamboni driver, has been going wild on the ice in a manner that irritates Sylvester and things have reach boiling point. While the details of the matter are beyond me, it appears Maurice has been âfreestylingâ on the ice.
Continue reading “Sylvester, and the mental health implications of driving a Zamboni.”Sylvester has an enormous package.
First of all, in response to the many emails that have flooded in response to last weeks multiple choice competition. The correct answer was, of course, B â âHe didnât use enough lubrication.â Congratulations to Mildred of Colorado Springs for getting the right answer before anyone else on that one.
Itâs been an exciting week, not least because Sylvester burst into my kitchen this morning, a giant package in his hand.
âGoodness,â I gasped. âSylvester, what an enormous package you have!â
âItâs just arrived from Amazon,â he declared proudly. âItâs your Christmas present.â
I hardly knew where to put myself. Instead of opening it, I decided to place it beneath the Christmas tree in my living room along with several others for my friends, as weâll all be gathering on Christmas morning to open gifts together. I do so love this time of year.
Itâs a special time as we celebrate two things. The first is, of course, a season of good will to all. And the second is The Fiona Dobson Crossdressing Man Of The Year. Last year, you may remember Sarah Huckabee Sanders won, baffling medical science. So, if you have any suggestions please email them in, and the most popular ones will be put on the website for members to vote on.
If youâre enjoying the website and emails be sure to register, or commit to The Premium Program. Your $35 subscription not only gets you the great Premium Program, but also helps support our members who are unable to join the Premium Program, by allowing me to offer our free program at no cost. It feels good to support our community.
Till next time,
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Don’t forget – you can always find The Fiona Dobson Playlist HERE. Put it on and enjoy a fun day!
Finding you in good health.
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There’s an intruder in the Queen’s back passage!
I can only say that each time I visit London I find myself captivated by the majesty of the city, and the historic landscape in which I find myself. To think these streets have been trod by several kings, and a multitude of queens is quite overwhelming. I was in the city taking care of some legal business, and took the chance to slip off and do some shopping between meetings.
Sylvester and I were particularly interested in some of the historic slums in a deprived neighborhood called âKnightsbridgeâ. Strangely enough whilst there I saw neither knights nor a bridge, however I came across a cute little corner store named Harrods, which offered a selection of shopping ideas, which is foremost in my mind at the moment. As fall approaches itâs time to start looking for warmer but stylish clothes. My personal favorite fall look is the sweater dress, and as I had a few minutes to spare I slipped into Harrods to check out what they had on offer. There were some interesting offerings, but ultimately I found myself sidetracked and looking around the lingerie department, as usual. You can see some wonderful examples of what I was after below and the beauty of online shopping is that you need never find yourself sidetracked and perusing lingerie⊠Right. Moving on.
The traffic in the tiny streets was unbelievably slow. Deciding to walk back to our hotel, Sylvester approached a London Bobby (what we would call a police officer) and asked if the traffic was generally this slow.
âNo, sir,â he replied. âThereâs been an security alert. An intruder was seen lurking in the Queenâs back passage.â
Sylvester pointed out that weâd had much the same problem on more than one occasion in Canada, at which point the officer told Sylvester it was time to be moving along.
But thatâs not the main reason Iâm writing today. Weâve been adding new content to the Premium Program recently looking at issues including the trouble with online stalkers, (Do you have one? Do you want one?) and how to deal with them. Weâve also added material around how to recognise when a woman is interested in crossdressing. The Premium Program is really very developed these days. Be sure to sign up if youâd like to take your crossdressing to the next level.
Have a wonderful week.
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Fiona
Fluid Movements.
As you are probably aware I lead a strange and varied existence. Since Angelina has returned to Los Angeles, I’ve been very busy and had a houseful of friends today. As luck would have it my personal trainer, Sebastian, brought a friend of his over for my workout, and we opted to do something a little different. Â She was a delightful little thing and came to teach a yoga class.
This was wonderful, as I’ve recently bought some stunning new leggings, which when worn with a little pink tee shirt combines to make a lovely simple outfit. Misha, the yoga teacher also had cooked a delightful curry, which we enjoyed and then sat about talking for about an hour before laying out a few mats and beginning the class.
Now, I should point out that Sylvester, my mechanic, who had dropped by to help me with some lubrication issues, is something of a stranger to Yoga, but having enjoyed some curry, decided to join our little class. I also had Ali, my Syrian gardener join us. Bernard my photographer, happened to have come round for tea, still recovering from being Tazered and having a heart attack, also joined us. Â It really was a full house.
Max, my neighbors 19 year old son, who I must say I find spending far too much time goggling at me, also took time to join us. It was quite a lovely group. I have on many occasions lately, noticed how Max has been looking at me. I think he’s given himself one too many selfies lately, if you get my drift. Can’t be good for the eyesight!
Sylvester shifted uneasily as he took up a ‘warrior 2’ pose, and Misha cooed that yoga is all about fluid movements. Bernard glanced at Sylvester, who lurched into another position, and grunted that the curry was taking care of the fluid movements â and quietly slipped off to the bathroom.
Ali was looking off into the far distance, very serenely, enjoying every moment. When Sylvester returned he adopted a pose that resembled a shed in a car park, more than it did a yoga position. That said, his body is very muscular. Almost Neanderthal, actually.
Max, positioned behind me as I adopted a forward fold from the hips, stared with adolescent lust. I couldn’t help thinking of the many handed god Vishnu, and how Max wouldn’t mind being him about now.
We did enjoy the class and as it wrapped up Misha told us all how she loved the yoga lifestyle. She teaches and also has a small business selling soaps and perfumes. She’s a very creative young lady.
âI’ve even released my own fragrance,â she commented.
Looking very uncomfortable with the situation, Sylvester added that he had as well, and hurried to the bathroom once more.
Life really is never dull!
If you have not already signed up for the Premium Program please consider doing so. I have some great exercises and tasks in there for all my gurls. Â Before you know it you’ll have your ankles behind your ears and be enjoying fluid movements of your own!
I sincerely hope you are enjoying the news I share with you. You can participate and comment even more at http://FionaDobson.com
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“Shut up and eat your squid, you stupid bitch!” – words for a crossdresser to live by.
Hi,
Today Iâm 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 itâs 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!). Iâm 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. Isnât 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 couldnât help commenting to my swarthy friend, âWell, at least when people see the two of us, theyâll know Iâm the sensible one. Theyâll marvel at what youâve done to yourself, and then say âWell, I guess the crossdresser is the good looks and the brains in that equation.ââ
âDo you really think people will notice?â said Sylvester.
âWell, only if they can stop laughing long enough to register it. I mean, letâs face it, theyâll have to get past the waves of heat rolling from your body. Perhaps theyâll think youâre in a circus or something. You know, some sort of performer. That or that you were involved in some kind of nuclear accident.â
As I voiced the sentiment, Sylvester shifted uneasily in his shirt, which must have felt like a razor against his beet red skin. Weâd 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.
âLook,â I said to Sylvester, âWe should focus on the positive. If it gets chilly in the evening, I can just ask you to move a little closer and youâll keep me nice and toasty! Youâre like some energy efficient heater. Although to be fair youâre really screwing up the global warming thing!â
âShut up and eat your squid, you bitch!â 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 âshut up and eat our squidâ at times, I thought reflectively. And thatâs so like Sylvester, really. I leaned over and slapped him on the back in gratitude for his worldly wisdom.
Have a lovely week.
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Fiona
What do you think of my dumplings?
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The importance of charity.
I hope youâve been practicing your makeup routine, in preparation for Halloween. So many crossdressers spend time on their clothes without realising that the most attractive thing a gurl can wear is a smile⊠preferably under a nice coating of YSL or Chanel lipstick.
Marjorie has an infestation!
Hi,
Sitting in my kitchen, enjoying a quiet cup of tea, wearing my favorite kimono, I was surprised to see Ali hurrying through the gate in the fence between my garden and my neighbors. Ali, you’ll remember is my wonderful gardener. He’s a Syrian refugee, and the nicest man you can imagine.
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Fire and Furry.
Iâm emailing you having just returned from the heart unit, where I am happy to relate that Bernard is in the process of recovery from his rather unfortunate incident with a carrot. This is much to the relief of Max, who for a moment thought he may have blood (or rather carrot juice) on his hands after shooting Bernard with the aid of Sebastianâs motorcycle. If this is all a bit confusing you may be able to catch up here.
I arrived home to find Sylvester sitting at my kitchen table looking more confused than a Trump supporter who had recently learned that heâd won a months free food at Hooters, only to discover that he had to complete a skill testing question asking him to calculate the area of a square measuring 2 inches by 2 inches, before being eligible to collect his prize. I asked Sylvester what could possibly be wrong.
âItâs this business with North Korea. My dad was out there years ago, and that didnât go so well,â said Sylvester.
Now, in case youâve been living under a rock â which might be the safest place to be under the circumstances â then you might be unaware that people are talking about the possibility of nuclear war. At times like this one is forced to ask the big questions. âWhatâs it all for?â, and âIsnât there hope for humanity?â, and âWhat does one really wear for Armageddon?â.
As I looked down at my troubled friend, I was forced to conclude that one should always look on the bright side, and dress up for the occasion. Seeing Sylvesterâs legs, also brought something else to mind, and consider that this is a man who looks like a gorilla and a fridge got together and created a baby.
I am of course talking about the need to deal with body hair when one crossdresses. The need to look oneâs best supersedes all other considerations as the nuclear clock ticks toward midnight. Sylvesterâs legs are very hairy, and if one is to meet oneâs end looking fabulous either waxing it off, or at least disguising the body hair is a great place to start.
Not all of my members are able to shave their legs. For those who discretely dress without the knowledge of their partners, suddenly appearing without leg hair may be something of a give away. One member did successfully claim that their new swimming regime required them to remove as much body hair as possible, but this isnât going to fly for some members.
In the quest to disguise body hair the fishnet pantyhose are your friends. Better still, try a fishnet body stocking. No one should be without one, in my opinion. If youâre unable to find one locally, you can follow this link and order one on my website.
So, the question remains, faced with the unpleasant eventuality of nuclear annihilation, what would your outfit be? Personally, I think nice summer dress and some heels, pretty pink bra and panties. Feel free to let me know.
Now donât forget, you can now join My Little Black Book for just $2.95 a month by using this link – https://gumroad.com/l/mMgcZ. Be sure to let me know once youâve paid and Iâll get you set up.
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Fiona
We’re firming up our members.
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Sylvester and Max are jacking off in my garden!
Sylvester and Max are jacking off in my garden!
Hi,
+++ A quick explanatory note: Members who sign up for the Free Program, and Premium Program Members, get my messages the moment they are written. They are posted as blog comments about a week later, so belated Merry Christmas. Have a great New Year! +++
My goodness, if you could see whatâs going on outside my window. I can hardly believe is! Iâm standing here in my Christmas lingerie, and my heels, and quite shocked at what I can see going on out there!
Ali, my gardner has just told me, âItâs ok, Fiona. Itâs just Sylvester and Max jacking off in the flower beds.â
Now, I know you can imagine me standing here in my flowing red silk robe, mouth open in surprise. I am staring out at the snowy Montreal scene, and everybody seems to be having a wonderful time! Oh, perhaps you should even be here!
Let me explain. Iâm watching Sylvesterâs muscle bound arm pumping up and down and Max, my next door neighbours 20 year old son laughing – I think heâs licking his fingers â yes, heâs spilled some Baileyâs Irish Cream on his hand, or at least I think thatâs what it is. And Ali is watching, engrossed in the unfolding scene.
Theyâre laughing and very jolly, Sylvesterâs face red with exertion, and he has a look of deep concentration. Apparently, Aliâs Smart Car slid off the drive in the snow as he pulled into the icy driveway. It slid into the flower bed, and onto a rock in the rockery. Max and Sylvester were already at my place enjoying a Christmas eve drink, and now the three of them are working away to lift the little vehicle off the rock and manhandle it back onto the drive. What Christmas excitement!
I should hurry along, Amanda, the queen of tweed will be here soon, and Bernard is coming over. My wife, sadly is travelling. Sheâs a slave to her job! In the meantime, we are a fun gang, all hoping that Christmas will go with a bang!
I hope yours does, too! Have a wonderful holiday and remember, be careful if you are driving in the snow. Otherwise you too might find yourself licking Irish cream from your fingers after jacking off in someoneâs garden!
Merry Christmas,
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Time for a Halloween touch up!
As Halloween approaches and the souls of the dead prepare to walk the earth, any number of my friends are preparing to dress up and wander the streets in the dark. Actually, now that I think about it, most weekends many of my friends spend their evenings doing precisely that regardless of the time of year.
I was conferring with Sylvester in my kitchen, examining a few articles of lingerie, trying to decide what best to wear for my Halloween night party. I finally decided on fishnet, stiletto heels and a bodice, with a steampunk look. Perfect.
I asked Sylvester what he planned to come as.
âI think Donald Trump, if I can find the right costume.â
âAt this late stage, Iâm not sure youâre going to be able to find a giant dick costume!â I said sympathetically.
At that very moment Amanda, my wifeâs unbearable friend, arrived at the door and knocked so hard I felt sure the roof would cave in. She has all the grace and delicacy of a garbage truck.
She barrelled in, coughing and spluttering like a diesel engine that hadnât been run in a while. Amanda then went on to tell us of the latest disaster to befall her. Amanda was coming by, fresh from her gynecologist. Now, if there was ever a job that requires a strong stomach, being Amandaâs gyny would be the top of that list. Apparently Amanda was in the midst of an exam, had a coughing fit and one way or another the poor man was taken off to hospital with a broken wrist!
I will spare you the details, but it was all rather distasteful. Then, just to make matters worse, Sylvester let slip that he was coming to my party, which so far weâd successfully kept secret from Amanda. She then promptly invited herself to the event!
Reluctantly I asked what she would be coming as.
âWell,â she said, expansively. âI think Iâll come as that CNN broadcaster that looks like me.â
Sylvester and I looked at one another, puzzled. I was thinking, maybe Lou Dobbs, but he’s with Fox now. Maybe Wolf Blitzer?
âYou know,â she persisted. âThe blonde. Megan whats-her-nameâŠâ
âMegan Kelly?â I asked.
âThatâs her,â said Amanda.
âOh,â I said. âThe likeness is uncanny.â Megan Kelly looks about as much like Amanda as a carrot resembles plague.
âWell,â I said. âIf you stand next to Sylvester as Donald Trump, all you need do to look like Megan Kelly is wear any form of period costume.â
But, thatâs not the main reason I am writing to you. I recently had a delightful email from Brandi, in Yakima, WA in which she enclosed a great face pic which she had touched up using an app called YouCam Makeup- Makeover Studio. Iâm sure we all appreciate a good touch up, donât we? So this week I am offering a free membership of my Little Black Book to the best retouched Halloween pic which uses YouCam or another similar makeup type filter. Keep in mind that any pics you send in may end up on the website â so donât be surprised if I place them there!
Have a wonderful Halloween, and at this time of year â when so many of us are having so much fun â spare a thought for Amandaâs gynecologist!
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Fiona