Accept yourself as you are – create yourself as you desire.
Can you guess the average age of my Crossdressing Members? #crossdressing #crossdressers #crossdresserclub
ā Fiona Dobson (@FionaDobson_CD) February 3, 2018
I will post the answer at the end of the survey in 7 days. Feel free to comment. You might be surprised.
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FD
UPDATE – Our average member age is 47.
I’m delighted to say that I’ve released Part 18 of Clothes Maketh The Man. You will need to be logged in to read it, but for those of you enjoying the ongoing story of the hapless Andrea, you can find it here. A taster is below.
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Now, let me remind you precisely where we are.Ā I found myself in my walk in closet, crouching down, in five inch heels. You canāt imagine how that hurts after just a few moments. Just feet from where I was, on the other side of the closet door, was Mandy (my girlfriend), who had arrived at my place and let herself in unexpectedly.
Through the louvres of the closet door I watched and my blood ran cold as I realised she was dialling my number. There by my feet were the trousers with my cell phone in the pocket.
In that moment time seemed to stand still, hanging in the air, like an unplayed note in a musical score. I held my breath
Mandy had returned from her overseas trip and Iād forgotten the date. It had crept up so suddenly and now she was back, standing in my bedroom, looking at a pale pink tee shirt and leggings that were strewn about my bedroom…
What a delightful surprise to find a lovely new member, Rini, today, who kindly sent this lovely pic. I look forward to all email from my members and try to answer each and every one. Sometimes that not easy, as I usually have to field around 130 emails a day. If I get a little behind (phrasing), don’t be too surprised. However, I do eventually get to everyone.
I’ve been amazed by the growth on the site. We are now listed as one of the top crossdresser websites in the world. That’s due to the loyalty and kindness of all my followers.
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Fiona
My aunt Pearl always used to say that you donāt win the lottery unless you buy a ticket. I remember the words echoing in my ears as they carted her off to rehab yet again, for her gambling addiction.
She was not only a serial gambler, but also a serial trophy wife. Her habit allowed her to work her way through the fortunes of six husbands, some of whom died in what can only be described as mysterious circumstances. Fortunately the standards of police investigation in Northern Rhodesia at the time were not quite up to the standards ofĀ CSI tv shows today. One went riding on his ranch, and was never seen again. Another choked to death in a tragic sausage eating competition (no surprises there), and another had a mysterious heart attack while taking his daily exercise.Ā No one would think playing bowls could be so strenuous.
Needless to say, Aunt Pearl died a very wealthy woman. When asked where her wealth had come 
from she would often reply that one of her husbands had been involved in the āundergroundā doing secret work during the war in London. This seemed very cryptic, and itās certainly true that she did generally marry older men, much more frail than herself. One had indeed been in London during the war, though he worked on The Underground, driving a train. It was he who won the lottery and was the basis of her fortune.
You doubtless wonder why I am sharing these intimate details. Well, I am still sunning myself on the beach here in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. A flat tummy is good, as far as it goes. A bronzed one is even better. Iāve been getting some help from Juan the masseur, who has helped in so many ways. Heās rubbed all manner of things on my body to improve my tone.
My presence here is due in part to my cashing in a few stocks and investments. I always make a point to have a small portfolio of shares; as Aunt Pearl said, āyou donāt win the lottery if you donāt buy a ticketā, after all. I am not suggesting you take investment advice from a crossdressing femme like me, but this market feels right for an adjustment. I canāt help thinking itās about to slide for a while. Best revisit those precious metal stocks. They look a lot more secure than most right now.
So, I cleared a few positions and slid down to Mexico for a couple of weeks. Juan is doing a masterful job of keeping things up with much more certainty than the current market.
I have been learning some useful Spanish phrases, which I will list for you at the foot of this message. Juan is very talented, a master of tongues. He said to me just the other day that he envied my good luck on the market.
āIf I stand close to you, perhaps some of that good luck will rub off on me!ā He said with a laugh.
I smiled at him, looking at the rather obvious bulge in his speedo, and replied that if he stood much closer it would be more than just my good luck that would rub off on him.
Have a wonderful week, and remember ā āAccept yourself as you are, and create yourself as you wish.ā
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Fiona