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…

Faith from Gender Rebels has a new book out. It’s worth reading. No, I’m not paid to say that.

“When 16-year-old Matt Baily is expelled from his evangelical Christian high school, he faces the prospect of going to public school for the first time. There he firstexperiences the world beyond the strict, conservative Christianity he has grownup with. When he befriends wannabe Warhol Superstar Michelle, he is finally able to share his deepest darkest secret with another person–he has always longed to be a girl.”

Looks pretty good. Get it here – https://riverdaleavebooks.com/books/5477/disgusta

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

🙂

Fiona

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

Join as a Seahorse today!

A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square.

Now that summer is marching down the garden path toward my back gate and fall is introducing herself at the front door  I turn to ideas about putting together a new wardrobe. I was pondering this, and putting a few thoughts together on Pinterest (  https://www.pinterest.ca/fionadobson22/  ) just this morning. As I did so Sebastian came into my kitchen looking quite disturbed.

As you know, I like to think of myself as a caring soul, a sort of Florence Nightingale in yoga pants. Sacrifice and humility are my two middle names. Yes, that seems a very fitting description. I applied a little lipstick and asked Sebastian to share his deepest concerns with me.

“My sister, Rainbow, has taken off,” he said, sounding quite disturbed.

Continue reading “A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square.”

It’s time to think about that Little Black number.

We all need it. And the underwear to go with it! Have you chosen your little black number yet?

Here’s a quick tip. Having exposed shoulders works well if you have a very feminine upper body. However, many of us will want to cover our shoulders and break up the shape of the upper body. Try something like the ones below for a comfortable and pleasant shape.

Honestly, the people I surround myself with!

Honestly. I was saying just now to one or two of my friends online, I can hardly believe the people I surround myself with!

“I’m getting some work done,” I said to Sylvester, while I was making some lamb sosaties and turned my back on him and continued slicing the lamb. That was my first mistake.

“You know, round the back,” I said while reaching up on tip toes to get the curry powder from the top shelf.

I turned around to see Sylvester looking at my bum in a manner that can only be described as lascivious. Yes! Sylvester, a man who manages to combine having his head in the clouds with having his mind in the gutter!

“Round the back of the garden. So Ali can get the mower in more easily.” I said, by way of clarification. What a pervert!

Anyway, that’s not the main reason I’m writing to you today. I’m doing a nice little addition to the site. Some of you know that by clicking on the tags at the end of the post to find other messages the people mentioned are in. I also usually hotlink the first instance of their name in the post, so you can see other places they’re mentioned in. So if you want to ‘stalk’ Amanda for instance, you could see other posts she’s mentioned in.  I love that anyone would check out Amanda. Yuk!   Well, I am writing up a profile of each of the main people mentioned in my posts, so you’ll be able to drill down even further and learn how Bernard caused a diplomatic incident before coming to Canada, or even get some of Rainbow’s kombucha recipes. So just go HERE to get a list of the profiles. I’ve got some up already, but I am working on them as I write this. It may take some time to get them all up.

You’ll be surprised at how much there is on the site once you start to drill down.  Have a lovely week!

😊

Fiona

The pure gold of your hidden feminine self.

When you think of all the things you would like to change about yourself there is a tendency to focus on the aesthetic. Yet we know very well that this is the easy part. The greater achievement is to shift the way we think.

In accepting the female aspect of ourselves we will likely never have a completely feminine experience. We’re not going to experience the pain and joy of childbirth, for example. At least not anytime soon. We will also never experience the angst of the teenage girl developing, nor the uncertainty that many women experience in anticipation of a first date; something that could ending in a deep relationship, or possibly a shallow grave.

Continue reading “The pure gold of your hidden feminine self.”

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

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

You won’t believe how fast a homeless person can run!

You won’t believe what happened to me on the way home the other night. Now I can’t even go to the local Whole Foods store!   I’ve just got back from a workshop for advertising executives, and I arrived home to find I’d run out of milk.

Julie, has been looking after Hannibal, my dachshund, and I knew he wanted a walk with me, so I took him along with me to the store. It was pretty late, and some of the staff were taking in the flower display from the street, where they always look so lovely.

As I was looking at them, and thinking how fresh they were, and how they’d freshen up my apartment, I thought I might buy some.  I turned my head at that moment to see Hannibal, my dachshund, peeing on the homeless guy who sometimes sits there.

He looked back, mortified, his legs wet, and a pool of pee spreading over his cardboard sign, which said – ‘I’ll accept anything.’

It’s absurd, but I couldn’t help thinking that was a rather open offer. I said I was sorry, reaching in my purse,  and found all I had was plastic, and a few peso coins. He wouldn’t take the plastic, and the pesos were no good to him.

I ended up making my apologies and leaving, hurrying inside the store. I felt awkward, though probably a little better than he did.  I must say it was a silly and embarrassing incident, but there it should have rested.

However, fate was not going to be so kind. The following day I had some friends arrive to stay.  They are Ukrainian and the wife, bless her, decided I should have borscht for my lunch and cooked some up.

This was clearly well intentioned, but not my favorite form of soup.  I’m more of a clam chowder person.

Either way, I dutifully took the borscht she’d made with me to the agency, when I left for work. It turned out we had a business lunch that day, and I didn’t get to eat her soup, which I am sure would have been delightful. Instead it remained in my bag, until I noticed it there on my way home. Thinking I would be a little devious, I decided to toss it out of the car window, and say to my guests how wonderful the soup was, and how grateful I was that she made it.

So, there in the very slow moving traffic I lowered my car window, and was about to pour it into the street, when the traffic came to a complete halt, and I found myself next to a particularly angry looking biker. I gave him a smile, but bikers and crossdressers don’t always mix well.

He looked back with disdain. I though I’d better not de-borscht myself in front of him. I gave him a cheeky smile and a week, and he scowled back at me. I lowered the passenger side window and tossed the borscht from it’s tupperware container.

That was when I heard a shout.  It seemed to come from beside the car. I leaned over to the passenger side of the car and looked out on the ground, and there at the foot of a parking meter was the homeless guy, covered in borscht.

He’d moved a few blocks down the street, but it was definitely him.  He turned his borscht covered head in my direction and then recognized me, and said ‘You!”. As the traffic moved on he scrambled to his feet, and started chasing after me in the slow-moving traffic. He was bundled up, but hurried along very quickly after me.  It was just a little frightening.

I raised the window, but it was quite surprising how quickly this poor fellow could move, sprinting beside the car and banging on the window.  All the while he was shouting and making a terrible fuss. Only when I caught the lights just right could I accelerate away fast enough to leave the fellow, with his flapping arms and wailing.  I felt terrible for him, of course, but what could I do?

I pressed my patent leather clad high heeled right foot down and left the poor chap in the rear view mirror. In a face-off between the V8 in my Buick and a homeless person, the Buick generally wins.

I puzzled over his turn of speed for a while till I got home. He really was very quick for a homeless guy.  Now, those of you who know me know that I am a kindly soul. Of course, I have my peccadillos, but I am generally a simple type. I feel no malice or unkindness to homeless people.

I was thinking this as I walked round my vehicle checking that it hadn’t been damaged by his banging on the window. That was when I noticed the glove caught on the door handle.

No wonder he’d been shouting so loudly as I accelerated away.

Oh, well. What can you do? I hope you’ve enjoyed this little story from the world of FionaDobson. Http://fionadobson.com

Don’t forget, I’ve got many free videos for you on Youtube.
I had a lovely email from Gunnar, from Iceland, yesterday. He had listened to one of my Youtube videos about identity and the importance of having a gurl name.

“I love your youtube videos. In one about female identity you say that its important to have a girl name for my girly side. I have always had problems coming up with a name that sticks. I ask you thus for help to find a girl name for me. “

Asking a girlfriend or emailing me for a suggestion, and telling me a little about yourself, is a good idea if you’re stuggling with this.  Identity is a very importaant part of crossdressing.  For many people the idea of dressing is a means to step into an alternative identity. A huge part of that is thinking what name reflects that identity.  Is she a gurly girl, a tomboy, or perhaps a very professional individual.

One great way to select a name is to type into Google, favorite baby names of (insert your year of birth). The result will list the top few male and female names.  Choose one of the top five. In many instances this will feel just right.

A name like ‘Candy’ may not suit that identity if it’s a person that is most at home in a Channel suit. Equally, ‘Olive’ or ‘Maud’ doesn’t much sound like a slutty vamp. Half the fun of dressing is creating the backstory of this character. If you want a fun exercise sit down one night and write her Resume, as though she were applying for a job.  As you develop the character you’ll find your ideas of who she really is clarify. There’s a reason why we say ‘Accept yourself as you are – create yourself as you wish.”

As you explore the idea of alternative identity, you may want to think about the various aspects of who ‘she’ really is. Is she playful, or studious? Does she take life seriously, or live on the wild side? Eventually you’ll realise that crossdressing permeates every aspect of who you really are.

🙂

Fiona

Auntie Kittie is thinking about you!

Heavens, what is Auntie Kittie up to now? She’s so excited about the new content in her program I can hardly keep her from bubbling over with excitement. I know you’re going to love what she’s got to share with you.

As she often says, “I feel like I’m overflowing with fun things for the Good Gurls to do!”

I think I know what she means. I know she can help you up, in so many ways. Be sure to slip into her warm and welcome program. At just $1 a month I know she’ll be happy to come up with something special for you if you join as a good gurl.

Have you signed up for her special content? You can always join her free program below.

🙂

Fiona.

Mistress Meg and Katia would love to train you.

Join Meg and Katia in my Seahorses program.

Too soon?

What excitements this morning! I had a call from Sylvester, my mechanic, asking if he could possibly borrow Ali to help him.

“What on earth for?” I asked.

“I need some help fixing the church’s bus and all my staff are off this weekend.  You know that young pastor who’s organising the charity picnic this year? He’s the one Mistress Meg knows . Well, the bus has broken down and he needs it quickly so he can take the guests later today out to where they have the event. He really shouldn’t be driving that thing,” said Sylvester.

“Goodness,” I said. “I’m sure Ali would be happy to help. I’ll ask him to get down to your workshop as quick as his slipper-clad feet can carry him.  Are there many people going to this picnic?”

“The pastor has invited the sick, the needy and the impotent,” said Sylvester.

“Well, that’s quite a lot of people,” I replied.

“I understand the sick and the needy will be there, but the impotent couldn’t come.”

“What a shame,” I said.

And so by late morning I was walking down to Sylvester’s workshop laden with some lunch for the boys. I’d made a nice pie and some sandwiches. As I entered the workshop I could see Sylvester half lost beneath the bonnet, but no sign of Ali. The bus was jacked up with one wheel off and part of the exhaust system on the work bench.

“Hello… I’ve brought you lunch.  Is Ali about,” I asked.

“He’s under the back of the bus working on the suspension,” replied Sylvester. “He’s in the wheel well.”

“Isn’t that a bit dangerous,” I said feeling quite concerned.

“Oh no, he’s fine. The bus is jacked up properly,” insisted Sylvester.

“Goodness me, you wouldn’t want him to hurt himself. He might fall out?” I continued.

At that very moment Auntie Kittie arrived at the workshop, brandishing a bottle of wine.

“Too soon?” She asked holding out the wine bottle.

“It’s never too soon to open the wine,” I replied.

As you can imagine, once the bus was nicely fixed we all enjoyed a glass of wine and the offerings I’d brought. Needless to say the pastor got his bus and all went well.

But that isn’t the main reason I’m writing to you.  I thought I’d just remind you that if you haven’t already joined my Good Gurls, just $1 a month gives you some wonderful offerings from Auntie Kittie, and myself. Be sure to sign up if you’ve not done so already.

Have a lovely week.

😊

Fiona

The Crossdresser’s Guide To Marital Bliss – Part 9.

Part 9.

I sat in my office just yesterday going through the messages I receive from members. There was yet another one asking how a member should talk to their wife about dressing. As I worked through the message it became evident that my member had decided one day to tell his wife all about it.

“I couldn’t hide it any longer,” they wrote. “So I told her about the dressing and that I’d been dating several men. It devastated her.”

I shook my head in sadness. Of course it broke the poor woman’s heart.

I wrote back to my member saying that whilst what is done is done, he might want to limit just how much truth he delivers in one sitting.

The conversation did raise a very interesting point though.  To accept a husbands crossdressing is a massive challenge, but to do so and learn that there had been an affair – or multiple affairs – surely that would be too much for any marriage to withstand.

I decided that in the quest to retain marital harmony it might be wiser to limit just how much truth one reveals at a time.  I personally do not feel that crossdressing need be tied directly to dating men. Of course it’s highly exciting, and dressing does make one feel euphoric, but this should probably not be mistaken for a great state to make sexual decisions one is going to regret later. Better to spend the energy gradually persuading a partner to accept it.

I will talk about polyamory in another series, however the kernel of truth does remain; no wife wants to be told you’ve had an affair with either a man or a woman after the fact. Discovering such news can hardly be expected to yield a positive result, nor will it pave the way to it being ok to slip into your wife’s panties.

So, at this point in the journey to help the wife understand a need to crossdress, I think it very wise to consider just how much one is going to reveal when one does.

For the moment, building up to the point at which one does reveal all it’s obviously prudent to limit the amount of truth one is going to impart. Let’s just say, we’re going to give her what she can handle.

So, clad in kilt and ready to share a little more, I decided it was time for my wife and I to have a little chat.

A give away for Sunday only.

Good morning gurls and bois,

I hope you’re having a lovely weekend. I have a special give away to my members today only, and if you subscribe even at the $1 a month level today you’ll be able to take advantage of it.

If you join and use whatsapp and would like to join my Whatsapp Group please message me today (from within my Patreon) and I will give you free access while you remain a member. This is a support group which is usually billed either at $10 a month or to my Unicorn members at $25 a month, however I’d like to add a few new voices. It’s a very special group and has been extremely supportive to members, and I do have a few guidelines.

Here are the basic guidelines for membership:

1. Please try and keep chat civil and fun.

2. Please respect privacy of all members and only reach out with direct messages to others if you’ve already got their permission to direct message one another while in the group chat. (This might look like: “Gina: Jenny is it ok for me to message you directly? – Jenny: Yes, Gina, you can message me directly.” Please only contact others if you have persistent and ongoing consent.

3. Pics are great – but no gratuitously pornographic content as we’re all in work and family environments with our phones.

4. No abusive behaviour.

5. This forum is not an appropriate environment to promote competitive services or crossdressing sites.

So, if you’d like to get in there for free, just message me back today on fdobson@zoho.com.

Now I must get back to my guests in the garden. Rainbow is working on the recipe for her kale based laxative smoothie and Sebastian is reading a retrospective critique of the emerging Italian new wave film director Pallionetti. You can’t imagine how excited I am… yawn.

Have a spectacular weekend.

🙂

Fiona

The Crossdresser’s Guide To Marital Bliss – Part 3.

Part 3.

Get all episodes here.

I do believe Sylvester may have been dropped on his head as a child. He really can be a little slow at times. However, as he returned to the table and joined Marjory and myself, we continued our chat about crossdressing and wives.

“Well, personally, I love to see a man dressed up in women’s clothing,” said Marjory.

I should point out that Marjory doesn’t really know how to take me. She is not quite sure how to manage the ‘I’m a lesbian, you’re a man, but you look like a woman’ thing. I once asked her if she found men dressed in women’s clothing attractive. Her response was that they are less repulsive than men generally, but that a pig in a dress is still a pig in a dress.

I didn’t really know how to deal with this. To put it in a nutshell, Marjory resents men generally and I can’t really blame her. However, she gets along quite well with me now. I think she accepts that there’s a lot to be said for the idea that gender is non binary. She sees there’s  a lot of middle ground. And this really is fair enough considering that as far as I am concerned Amanda, her girlfriend and my wife’s best friend, barely passes as female.

Continue reading “The Crossdresser’s Guide To Marital Bliss – Part 3.”