Fiona Dobson's Trans Blog.

What’s it like not knowing you’re transgender? This is probably the scariest question because you don’t know where to place yourself.

In this sincere exploration of her own journey the wonderful Ashley Adamson describes a part of her own journey.

I kicked off my heels and what Sylvester calls my ‘office drag’ and slipped on a more casual outfit after work, as I often do. A change of clothes and I am already leaving the stress of work behind.

After work I put on the kettle and settled into the garden chair in the late summer sunshine. My garden is a great joy to me after a hard day pretending to work at an advertising agency.

Watching the sun sparkle on the little fountain that bubbles away in the pond, and enjoying the sight of lighting glint off the muscled contours of Ali’s shoulders as he kneels weeding the flower beds, I feel the tiniest sensation of guilt at the enormous level of privilege I enjoy. I sipped my tea, and poured one for Ali, who joined me at the wicker table.

He is such a delight to chat with. This afternoon he told me the most extraordinary story of his cousin, who works on a cruise ship.

“It was when the ship was being repositioned that he had the accident,” said Ali.

“The accident?” I replied.

“Oh yes, he lost his leg. Ice skating can be very dangerous,” he continued.  

“How on earth,” I queried, “can you loose a leg ice skating. And you say he was on a cruise ship?”

“When they were repositioning the ship he would go to the skating ring which they had on board. The crew are allowed to do that sort of thing when there’s no guests aboard. The swimming pools are virtually empty and things like the skating ring still have to be kept cold, so he’d go down there when he was off duty, and skate in the empty ring. This particular time the ships stabilisers weren’t working and the weather was very stormy. Evidently the pitching of the ship while he was in the deserted skating ring was more than he could handle.”

“And he lost his leg like that? I can’t imagine how you could loose a leg skating.” I said.

“Oh, it wasn’t the fall that did it. It was the frostbite. They didn’t find him for two days.”

“My god,” I said. “Life at sea really can be dangerous.”

The trouble is, while Ali’s language skills are a little trying at times, I really do doubt the content of some of the things he tells me. Last week he was insisting that some growers of bonsai trees in Japan hire dwarfs to trim them. Just for ceremonial purposes, or so he says. Little Bonsai lumberjacks. My suspicion is that this may not be true. And yet, skepticism is such an ugly trait. What is a gurl to do!

However, none of that is why I am writing today. The latest episode of Clothes Maketh The Man is out. You can find Part 65 HERE.

Thank you so much to all my supporters. I greatly appreciate the help you give me, which has allowed me to write Clothes Maketh The Man for over six years now. I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon.

😊

Fiona

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It’s a source of great amusement to Stacey, and some of the other girls I have around, that to really leave an impression on one of the sissies in our care one has to know how to deliver an experience with the maximum of impact.

For example, just the other day we had a couple of our guests pleasure another man for our amusement. A simple enough request, you’d think. However to help our unwilling but compliant guests feel more enthusiastic we made one of them watch the other giving a friend a blow job.

How strange it must have felt for the poor little man. Never had a cock passed his lips, and here he was watching another man doing something he felt almost repelled by. And yet he stared transfixed, knowing that any moment it would be his turn to do the very same.

Oh, the emotions dancing across his face. Was that anticipation or revulsion? Did he wonder how that load of cum would taste as it slid warmly down his throat? Who knows. And who cares, I’d make him blow his friend just to make me laugh.

But you know what? It’s never very hard to persuade them. More often than not they hungrily go to it, devouring that warm firmness right into their throat. I can hardly suppress a laugh as he coughs and splutters, the way they always do.

Katia Thornwood.

All these terrible things happening in Hawaii! One can only feel sympathy for those affected by the fires.

I am of course a keen environmentalist and have been concerned about rising temperatures for years. My particular angle is to have more people get out of their cars and onto their bicycles.

It’s rather awkward to watch Contrapoints talking about Al Gores’ film, An Inconvenient Truth. Al Gore doesn’t appear to be the buffoon he was once thought to be. I’ve included Natalie’s piece about it below.  I thoroughly recommend checking it out.

Really though, why do we drive around in a two ton object to buy a pound of flour. No one can convince me that’s an efficient model for the 21^st century. Besides, this ass gets to be firm and muscular when I get on my bicycle. I love it, and so do the boys following behind.

But life really is never about being efficient, is it? We’re all just doing our best to get through the day. Just like Rainbow, my good friend. She’s still studying to be a therapist, after a rather awkward misunderstanding. However, one does have to admit, being a student she’s working some very odd part time jobs. You may remember the advertising agency where I pretend to work, has a funeral home as a client. As luck would have it, Rainbow did manage to secure a part time job there for a while.

I learned some rather disturbing news the other day when I heard she’d once more been let go.  Apparently, recently a rather well known celebrity died and things were not handled very well. The name’s not going to mean much to my readers, but this old gentleman was the original songwriter who wrote the song, “The Hokey Pokie” – https://youtu.be/r6ATJtUCKws.

Of course, it was important that his arrangements be made with suitable reverence. However, when putting him into the beautiful rosewood coffin Rainbow had terrible difficulties. It seems rather undignified to even write about it. She put the left arm in, anyway, things sort of went down hill from there. It took three hours to get the old fellow in there.

But that’s not the main reason I am writing. I thought I’d give you the opportunity to join my Whatsapp Group for the discounted rate of just $4.95 a month. You can do this by joining my Good Gurl Group anytime in the next 3 days, if you’re not already a member, and I will automatically give you access to the Whatsapp Group. Many people who have no local community find this group is an interesting place to chat with other crossdressing friends and share interest and support. You can join as a Good Gurl HERE or on my Patreon.

Have a lovely week,

😊

Fiona.

Ah, the summer.  A time for me to wear short skirts in the office, bright colored panties and to spend a little time bending over infront of well proportioned young interns pretending to pick up a carelessly dropped comb or some other personal item.

At this time of year it is quite usual for staff at the agency to take holidays, and this offers the opportunity for some fresh faced interns from the local university to spend time filling in at the company, learning a little of the advertising business. Being quite a successful firm, we’re never short of fresh enthusiastic young faces, bringing their enthusiasm to the company and generally sticking their oar in where it doesn’t belong. And, with all these innocent young puppies around the place, someone responsible is generally appointed ‘intern captain’ to wrangle them and keep them out of trouble.

Now, I don’t mean to sound harsh, but some of these geniuses seem to think that just because they’ve done a course in marketing they know all there is to know about the business. That, in itself, is unsurprising. However, what is surprising is that one of the partners in the agency seemed to think it would be a good idea to make me Intern Captain this summer.

“But, Darryl,” I protested, “I’m not ‘a responsible adult’! You’ve known me for years, you should know I can’t be trusted.”

Daryl made some unintelligible reply, which is his usual form of communication, his Irish accent being so thick that you could stop a charging bull with it.

“Shusel, creative phantom ‘Eager Beaver’,” said Darryl with a chuckle, or at least that’s what it sounded like and then shambled off in the direction of the studio and his well stocked private fridge.

Anyway, the long and the short of it is that instead of being out at the beach in an expensive high cut swimsuit smelling of suntan lotion, where any sensible person would be in the summer sun, I find myself shepherding the bright minds of tomorrow through various tasks at the agency. Naturally, some have talent in one direction or another. Some are bright thinking souls, and some simply look pretty, like the young man before me in my office just yesterday.

Giovanni is a young man from Rome, completing his masters degree in something impressive. He’s not entirely without ability, and I think he spends a good deal of time in the gym, judging by the shapely definition of his muscles beneath his shirt.

He looks vaguely roguish, and like in some other time and place he might sweep me off my feet, flying by on a Vespa, his white silk shirt billowing open in the Mediterranean breeze, as I clung to him sitting side saddle, sliding sensuously through traffic on cobbled streets.

“I spent a little time in Rome,” I commented to him as he sat expectantly in my office, having handed me the draft script he’d come up with for a radio advertisement for one of our local accounts. “I like to go over there from time to time. I’ve picked up a little Italian, and I enjoy the local tongue.”

I leaned forward in my chair and saw his eyes drop to my chest, and then he handed me the script, blushing a little for some reason. I lingered there a moment before I took it and read through it slowly, shifting this way and that in my seat.

This was for one of our smaller clients, a funeral home. Having recently remodelled their facility they were quite keen to show it off, and wanted to run a short radio campaign to draw attention to it.

“It’s just this one line I’m struggling with,” I said to Giovanni, giving him a warm smile. “’Come and see our new facility when you’re passing.’ It’s just a little open to misinterpretation. Perhaps we could reword that.”

Well, I may not be getting to the beach this afternoon, but perhaps I can introduce this fine young Roman to the delights of Vancouver. I may even have the opportunity to indulge my passion for languages with him and show him my oral skills a little later, one never knows.

I do hope this finds you enjoying your summer. Today I want to share with you a wise tip.  In the harsh summer sun it’s important to moisturise. Every morning before I walk little Hannibal, I use a good quality suntan lotion as a moisturiser, not only keeping my skin safe, but also preserving it’s peach like warm glow. In the evening I always use a little Aloe Vera cream before going to sleep. It’s a simple regime but it will look after your skin and keep you looking young. Developing the habit of using a moisturising cream daily will also help you feel more feminine and confident.

Have a lovely week.

😊

Fiona