Perhaps you already know this, but when I am not tormenting Sylvester, he of the bedroom eyes and the bathroom mind, I actually work for a living. As an account executive in an advertising agency, I am one of the busiest crossdresser’s that is ever likely to come across your desk.
As a crossdresser working in a busy advertising agency, I am often asked to involve myself on projects that are a complete waste of time, and serve no purpose whatsoever. With this in mind I've been forced to come up with ways to extract myself from situations in the workplace with apparently plausible refusals, without actually appearing to refuse at all.
This is a short but valuable guide for people who need to say 'no', without giving offence. In it I'll deal with a few suggestions, some of which will save your corporate career. There's a few things here that may have a practical application in the personal realm, but this is more aimed at the professional workplace. I know you'll find it to be of help.
I am currently trying to lift my presence on Patreon. If you’d like to help me by becoming a Patron I’d really appreciate it. As a token of thanks I am going to give away membership of our Elite Whatsapp Group to the next ten Patrons to sign up. That’s worth $10 a month and is a great supportive way to enjoy your dressing.
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.
“Youâre going to love dressing up for me tonight, arenât you?” she said into the microphone.
“I know youâve wanted to for a long time, but this time itâs something youâre desperate to do. And you know, Iâve 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 youâre going to be to do just exactly what I want.
And what I want is very important for you, isnât it?
You want to serve me. You want to do whatever I tell you. Donât 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.
Many times it has been said that Sylvester is the living proof that homo sapiens interbred with their Neanderthal cousins. One can’t look into that low forehead, that heavy brow, or those dark eyes without wondering if you should give him a bannana.
Indeed, if his brooding look of general confusion – not an uncommon sight – leaves one thinking there’s not much going on inside that head, it is his gait that seals the deal. In fact, the way we walk says so much about us. I’m including Lisa’s video for that reason. She really is very good.
It is fair to say Sylvester’s chosen style of walking is more of a lurch than a stride. It has been said that he moves with all the grace of a horse falling out of a tree.
He really is the limit at times. I took him as a ‘plus one’ to a work function last week, and can only describe it as a disaster. I am usually more careful about who I take to work functions.
I should also say that there are thankfully many fewer work events that involve game playing, alcohol and a senior partner of the advertising company I work for playfully bouncing me on his knee at 11.30 pm. It was however to one such event that I found myself invited to and attending earlier this week.
Now, I’ve never much liked the game Charades. This is the one where you are given the name of a film, a book or a play, and you have to mime the title to the other players until one guesses what it is. I was paired up with Sylvester, which was just as well, all things considered. We play in teams of two because some of the younger staff need things explained to them. Like what a book is.
I revealed to Sylvester what we had to mime, a he immediately burst into a display I can only describe as being distasteful. The gyrating hips, the thrusting motions, and that zombie like gait. It shocked not only me, but also most of the senior staff. I think the head of HR, Brenda, is still quite damaged by the incident.
I won’t go into the details. Needless to say being unfamiliar with the book, Sylvester thought I said ‘Angela’s Rashes’ instead of ‘Angela’s Ashes’. An easy mistake to make, i suppose. It was most disturbing.
By the way I am migrating from Twitter. The place has become just too toxic. My Twitter will go dark soon. I can be found now at Mastadon here – @FionaDobson@mastodon.online
Itâs been an exciting week for the residents of Huckleberry Close. My friend and mechanic Sylvester has been hosting his brother an unemployed cheesemonger from Uvalde in Texas. Diego is a volunteer police officer, which is like a real police officer but not quite.
âDiego,â I said, after serving an enormous breakfast, âdo they give you a gun?â
âOh, no. Weâre not allowed to carry guns. Volunteer peace officers donât get to do that. But we can operate the siren in the police car,â he told me.
âI expect thatâs something,â I said.
âAnd we get this waist coat thing,â he said. âIâll show you,â and then went out to his car and brought in a piece of equipment that looked very military with pouches and belt straps.
As luck would have it Sylvester and Diego had to hurry off shortly after this and it was only later that I saw the utility vest lying on my couch. On a whim I tried it on, and at that very moment I got a call from Rainbow, who as you know has become a full time student training to be a counselor. She was in a panic about having to get to an interview and her moped had broken down.
âOh, Fiona! You have to help me!â she said.
Now, as you know I am a very sympathetic person. Indeed I have been told that in a crisis I am the voice of calm.
âDonât worry, dear,â I said, sitting down on the sofa and tucking my legs beneath me, expecting this to be one of those conversations that go on much longer than they need to.
âBut Iâm such a mess! Iâve ripped my blouse and I have to get to this interview. And my hair! Itâs a sight.â
âDarling,â I said. âI shall bring you a calming cup of komboucha, and sort out everything.â
With that I skipped upstairs, found a brush and some hair spray, and a little sewing kit. Realising I was still wearing the utility vest with the word âPOLICEâ on the back, I thrust the can of hair spray into one of the webbing pouches, did the same with the sewing kit, and slid my large Remington hair dryer into the holster and walked out to the car. Minutes later I drew up behind Rainbow, where she was pulled over on the hard shoulder of the hiway. I put the hazzard lights on just to be sure my vehicle was safe, and stepped out of the car.
Being a bright winters day I was, of course, wearing my aviator sun glasses.
âRainbow, dear. Donât you worry,â I said as I walked up to her dejected form. I could see sheâd torn the sleeve on her blouse. What a sight she was. Her hair was all out of place, and she was clearly a victim of âhelmet hairâ.
âOh, thank goodness youâre here,â she said.
âLetâs get you sorted out.â I said, âJust lean up against the car so I can sew that sleeve up nicely.â
Naturally I knew Iâd not have the right angle to sew her sleeve if I did it in the car.
âThatâs it, dear,â I said. âJust put your hands on the bonnet, so it hangs nicely.â
As she leaned against the vehicle I swiftly ran a few stitches along the ripped seem and moments later youâd never know it had parted. I then drew out the Remington and started blow drying her hair from behind.
That was when the police car pulled up behind me.
I suppose I should be grateful that here in Canada everyone knows everyone. It was David, our local police officer. You may remember I mentioned Jeff (https://fionadobson.com/lets-try-to-be-accepting-of-others/) to you, who looks after border control here. Well, David is his brother. Unfortunately he didnât finish grade ten, and so never got into border control. Needless to say David took in the scene in an instant.
âThatâs never going to work,â he said and got a better hair dryer from his holster. In a jiffy he had Rainbow in the back of his cruiser and drove her to the job interview, lights on and everything. We are so fortunate with our police here.
So, as you can see itâs never dull here. Now, this month I’ve been getting my Patreon running again, following the Twitter debacle. Yes, I got kicked, and yes 90,000 followers went down the river. I have been finding it so horribly toxic this last few years that I am not unhappy to be off it. However it has denied me a platform, so I am replacing it by returning to Patreon. Additionally I’ve added a special level there called ‘Behind the scenes with Fiona’ for those wanting to be a little more intimate with me.
I’ve also stepped into Mastadon, which I would say is very different from Twitter. It’s quite nice, but one has to get past the idea of building huge follower numbers. It’s more to do with engagement, and more importantly quality engagement. I can be found here – https://mastodon.online/@FionaDobson, if you’re getting into Mastodon.
This week I am highlighting a few articles on the site which you may find of interest. As you know I try to present a spectrum of content which is entertaining, informative and supportive. My intention is that whenever you swing by the site thereâs something of interest for you. Doing my weekly email in this format may help you jump directly to what you find of interest.
If you come to the site you may find I am online and able to chat. I donât keep set hours for this, so just drop by and see if Iâm around. I do love to talk with my members, and I try to make myself available to guide you toward content that may be of special interest, or just to answer your general questions. I should also say that the new Patreon presence is beginning to really kick in. For the coming week I am offering anyone who joins any of the Patreon levels free membership of our Elite Whatsapp Group (worth $10 a month) just to get that going a little more swiftly.
So, without further ado, hereâs the round up of this weeks content. Enjoy it, and if you feel generous join as a Good Gurl to enable me to keep producing fun and informative articles for you.
I do not really consider myself laboratory material, however, I have to say that as I observe the changes in my body I cannot help but reflect on them.
In an unusual look at how trans people are handled by the British medical system we see one persons experience. This serious account of how the medical profession wrestles with gender issues tracks the course of one person struggling to manage their transgender journey.
Thereâs ties when we feel the world is out of control. However, we can go some way to controlling our own body. Enjoy a gentle yoga session, which builds you hypnosis skills. Hypnosis requires you to calm your mind, and this helps considerably. Destress, and relax with this very feminine yoga session.
As Twitter continues to implode we see the rise of Mastodon. If youâre interested in using this great platform I have a few suggestions to get you started.
Well, what can I say. I think you know I love to go sailing, and fishing, and all those good things. However as a busy crossdressing advertising executive I do have to earn a crust.
I am pleased to say that the company I work in does embrace working from home. So, more often than not I do work from my kitchen table. All this is well and good. However, when a good friend suggests we head south for the winter and find warmer climes for a little, the appeal of being at home in Vancouverâs inclement winter weather being at home has its drawbacks. So much better to be working a stones throw from the beach in, say, Mexico.
With that in mind I packed up my swimsuits, bikinis and fishing rod and decided that this trannie needs an infusion of sun. For the next month Iâll be writing from Mexico and covering all my many responsibilities from a warmer location. Which is why right now I am wearing an orange bikini top, Daisy Duke shorts and sandals.
This comes at a time when I am seeing a great deal upheaval in the online world. Twitter unceremoniously dumped 10 â yes 10, count them â of my Twitter accounts. Over 90,000 followers left in the lurch. Thanks Elon, you fat douche. Iâve relocated to Mastadon – https://mastodon.online/@FionaDobson. However, I have always liked the ability to dash off a quick tweet to my members. This forced me into a little bit of a rethink. And the conclusion I reached was a little surprising.
A lot has changed online in the last three years. Iâve been connecting with my members for over six years now, and it will be seven in March. So, itâs unsurprising that the online landscape has changed a bit. About three years ago I got kicked off Patreon. Well, my content has shifted a bit, and Patreonâs policies have changed a little, so with the loss of Twitter Iâve decided to fill the gap by returning to Patreon.
My new Patreon presence is a little different though. This time round it will be a little more âbehind the scenes with Fionaâ in itâs feeling. You can also now use that as a method to buy the other levels of membership â Good Gurls â Seahorses â Premium Program â but now Iâve added a new tier, Behind the scenes with Fiona. This is really for people who want to let me sit on their knee as I go through my daily adventures and tributlations. Iâll be sharing the day to day events of your favorite crossdressing advertising executive there for just $9.99 a month.
The high waist is a perfect way to make the swimsuit your own look. Add a wrap and you’re decent for dinner.
If youâre not sure about it give it a try for a month. You can find it here. Of course all my other content will be continuing as before, though now with some rather neat refinements to make it even more titillating. Sylvester loves it when I use that word, by the way. You know, he really can be rather coarse at times.
Of course, if you go behind the scenes with me youâll be hearing a lot more information about what goes on in Mexico over the next month, and you can enjoy it directly on Patreonâs App. Itâs a cool little set up. Youâll be helping me a lot if you go over there and have a look at it.
In the meantime, Just so you know, I am posting content virtually daily now on the site. Thereâs a lot of new material, and often you can visit the site and find me chatting there. Itâs not a bot, itâs really me. I love chatting on the system with my lovely members.
Iâm also pleased to bring something else to your attention. You may have heard Jules Sanderson voicing some of my stories lately. Well, Jules is a counselor and will be offering counseling to members who are struggling with gender identity issues. That will be happening in the new year, and will be billed out by Jules. If this is an area you feel you might need help in drop me a line and I will pass those enquiries over to Jules.
Now, thereâs a young man looking at me quizzically and holding a couple of margueritas hopefully. I think Iâll invite him over to sit on my left hand while I proof read this message and then send it to you.
😊
Fiona
PS. Leaving Vancouver behind for a while is a double edge sword. I can’t bring all the things I love from that beautiful city. Enjoy Bryan Adams.
It’s always a pleasure talking online with my web visitors. I try to man the chat system at least three hours a day, and I’m always around on email.
Our Whatsapp Group for Elite Members is also a chat mechanism. Anyway, this evening I had a lovely first time visitor feeling a little ashamed as he’d never thought of himself having a feminine name. And yet they clearly wanted to allow this wonderful side of their personality to emerge. I am here for exactly this type of support.
One thing that got mentioned was, “Am I less of a man, wanting to do this?”
The answer, as so clearly demonstrated by Julius Braddock in An English Country Garden, is a resounding ‘No!’. If you read the remarkable story, you’ll see so very clearly that Braddock is no shrinking violet. As with so many of my members, Braddock is a person who has a developing personality, and a wonderful perspective on life. Be sure to have a read if you want an alternative view on issues of masculinity – and the development of the more complex person.
What a busy week it’s been . I’ve also nearly been rushed off my crossdressing advertising executive feet with work.
To give you an idea of my life at the agency I can give you a little window into typical day, since I know you’re sure to be interested.
Just yesterday I had to run into the office, which I generally avoid these days, but there were two or three meetings I had to attend. The agency handles a number of pro bono accounts for charities, and I often oversee these.
Called into the boardroom I listened to the new ideas for the Eczema fundraising campaign. Call it my sensitive nature, if you like, but when I get a good idea in my head it really is like an itch I have to scratch, which is why I keep such a tight handle on the accounts I run. I like to keep a close eye on the way the our clients are represented. I really don’t know why Desmond, one of the young account executives, would think that a scratch and win card would be an appropriate fund raising campaign for that particular account.
I was cornered at the watercooler between meetings at one point, by one of the boys in Creative.
“Fiona,” said Jeff, “you remember the lady that did that presentation on ‘Sexual Harassment in the Workplace’?”
“Which one,” I replied. “There were two of them. The tall one or the short one?”
“The one with the great rack,” said Jeff.
“Oh, that would be Joan,” I replied as I slipped away thinking that the workshop was lost on some of the boys in Creative. There was a smell of irony hanging in the air as I made my way back to my office to meet with the Leprosy Awareness Foundation delegation, who have asked us to come up with some ideas for their funding drive in a month or two.
An advertising agency brings a lot to a non-profit organisation such as this one. Sometimes the distance that an outside view can bring to an account will make all the difference. So, mentioning to the two very tightly wrapped and suited ladies sitting in my office, that a finger buffet may not be the best type of event at which to showcase their good work on behalf of the Foundation was something I had to tactfully suggest.
These are just some of the things that fill my day. You cannot imagine the relief of getting home, kicking off my heels and settling down for a nice cup of tea at the end of the day, Hannibal, my dachshund, sitting in my lap as I listen to a few gentle tracks to relax at the end of the day. I usually slip into some nice leggings and do a few stretches to finally let go of the office stress.
If you love to take great selfies, you might find the series I am running on the site this month of interest. You can find The Crossdresser’s Guide To Selfies HERE. Remember there’s a ton of free content on the site which you can access by drilling down through the tags at the end of the posts.
I do hope you’re enjoying the content on my site. If you’ve not already done so be sure to join one of my programs. If you’re already in one, thank you. I really do appreciate the support of my members. Oh, that reminds me! I have to prepare some ideas for a new client that manufactures brassieres.
It’s always a pleasure talking online with my web visitors. I try to man the chat system at least three hours a day, and I’m always around on email.
