Fiona Dobson's Trans Blog.

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

It’s not every day that I get a panicked phone call from Sebastian begging me to meet him at the Flaming Buns Café near the office in which I pretend to work. I put on my heels and hurried down to see what could be so troubling to his poor soul.

“Sebastian,” I said taking a pavement seat beneath an umbrella outside the Café. “You look terrible, dear. What on earth is the matter?”

I adjusted my skirt, a little shorter than strictly necessary for the working environment, but very stylish all the same. I often wear a tennis style skirt, pleated and a solid color. A very pleasing sensation on my legs, I must say.  I sat quietly and listened to Sebastian as he poured forth his news.

It transpires that Rainbow has lost her job, again! She’d been working at a new bungee jumping centre a little up the canyon.  Anyway, this time it really doesn’t seem to have been her fault. I mean, really. You’d expect a war veteran to mention his prosthetic limb when going bungee jumping.

“That was most unfortunate,” I said to my distressed friend. “If there’s anything I can do to help, you must let me know.”

Sebastian had that sheepish look some people have before they ask a favor. He looked really very awkward.

“Go on,” I said. “Out with it.”

Sebastian shifted uneasily and then continued.

“She needs a reference,” said Sebastian. “I wonder if you could…”

‘Of course,” I replied. “You know I could act as her reference. I am happy to.  Does she have a particular job in mind?”

“Yes.  She’s applied for a position with Dr. Olivera, in the city centre. He has two practices. He’s an oral surgeon and proctologist, said Sebastian.”

“How very unusual,” I commented.

“Yes,” he continued. “And he runs them out of the same building. For one you go in the front of the building and the other you have to enter from the rear. It’s the dental surgery, strange as that may seem.”

“A very strange man, I think.”

Well, I now have to get on with my day.  I do enjoy telling you these anecdotes though.  If you’re enjoying them and have not already signed up as a Good Gurl, perhaps now is a good time to do so. If you’re already a member of any of my Programs, be sure to have a wonderful day and let me know how you are doing.

😊

Fiona

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I mentioned this to Sylvester and Bernard yesterday, and added, “Yes, for just a few dollars a month, you can be getting it whenever and where ever you want it!”

“I wish I was getting it whenever I want it,” mumbled Sylvester. You know he really can be quite coarse at times.

One such story is the acclaimed text called ‘Poison’. Many of my Seahorse members have enjoyed this. Here’s a very short extract.

“The soft sensation of nylon against my skin is almost the perfect form of foreplay. Pulling on the nylon stockings, and smoothing them up my leg, unhurried and luxuriously, before a date is always enough to make me wet.

Perhaps, it’s a response to my desire for something to happen or maybe it’s just a learned response. After all, most times I go out dressed in this manner, I get what I’m looking for. So, it’s only a matter of time before my body, hungry for the lecherous and desperate touch of a lover, is served to my satisfaction. You’ll note that I said ‘my satisfaction’. I point this out as I do like to play a little game.

It’s been about five years now that I’ve followed a rather particular dating practice. I usually use one of the more popular apps, Tinder of some such, and there I will select a — now what should I call them — a project. Yes. I select a project. You know, if you go to some of the apps you can even find me. Of course, I’m not going to make that too easy for you, as I really don’t want to give away all my secrets.“

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I am pretty sure that Sylvester is a petrosexual. He will likely be the last man on earth to buy an electric car.

Perhaps I have not introduced Sylvester as best I could. Today I will devote a moment or two to help you understand this man who plays such a large part in my life. And his large part is something I think of very fondly, of course. As he walks up toward my front door, his Harley Davidson leaking oil on my driveway, one can easily tell he is a man of distinction in his lime green shorts, Hawaiian shirt and straw pork pie hat.

It is a source of great concern to me that he has a ludicrous preoccupation with my wife’s friend Amanda, the queen of tweed. There is a sort of twisted logic to this. I should explain, as I know you’re interested.

First of all, Amanda is in a relationship with Marjory, my neighbour. Surprisingly Amanda also had a brief fling with my wife while they were at university together, though I am assured that is all history now. All the same, She Whose Name I Dare Not Speak insists I keep good relations with Amanda.

Secondly, Amanda drives a Prius. Now, correct me if I am wrong – which I am not – but isn’t that a bit ironic since, metaphorically speaking – Sylvester would like to change her engine oil and slide his petrol pump into her yearning tank? I think you get the general idea. I should add, a this point, that Douglas, the nice man who imports Toyotas to Canada mentioned the other day over a coffee, that they had a special meeting after Amanda bought her Prius Hybrid.  Apparently, it was the first time anyone had ever ordered the beige model, with beige seats.  These are usually provided as courtesy cars to anyone who drives into a snow plough, or they end up sold off at a discount.

With all this in mind it seems unusual that Sylvester should become infatuated with Amanda. I can only put it down to the possibility that some people always find themselves attracted to the unattainable. And it is true that Sylvester is repeating a behaviour he has engaged in before.  The whole Taylor Swift incident is something we rather avoid talking about.  Needless to say the restraining order should expire in the next couple of years.

The only mitigating factor in Sylvester’s favor in his ridiculous pursuit of Amanda is that, as the Editor of Pig And Pig Farmer Weekly, Amanda does indeed have some relevant experience. Either way, it all seems rather odd to me that Sylvester, who is often found up to his elbows under a Camaro, has got himself all hot under his Carhart overalls forAmanda, who in turn is to be found up to her elbows under Marjory. Truly, the heart is a complex organ.

But, that is not the main reason I am writing. I thought I’d drop you a quick line to remind you that the next episode of Clothes Maketh The Man is out.  Yes, Part 64 has hit the street. You can find it here. Thanks to all my Patreon members and members here; your generosity in supporting me helps me keep producing great content.

In these difficult times for the trans community I am urging my members to wear a trans pin where ever possible. You can buy a pack of ten from here – https://amzn.to/46AILf5 . I give these to friends and allies to wear if they wish to. I say this because when people hear about the idiocy of the actions of Justice Robert’s Supreme Court it’s all somewhat abstract. As hard won trans rights and LGBTQ rights are eroded it is important that we help others understand just who it is that they’re abusing. It’s you, it’s me, it’s the nurse driving to work in traffic next to you, and it’s the troubled teen who needs proper counselling. There’s nothing abstract about the mother sobbing because her son has opened his wrists. We have to treat this as we do so many things,  with dignity and kindness. We can do so in the knowledge that there is a special place in hell for scum like Justice Roberts. https://www.cnn.com/2023/07/02/politics/john-roberts-scotus-dissent/index.html

We will get through. We will do so by caring for those others would abuse, by extending kindness to those with only hatred in their hearts, and by being better human beings than they ever could aspire to be.

Have a wonderful week.

😊

Fiona

PS. Don’t forget, click on a name that is hotlinked to explore that person further. There’s a lot of content around both Sylvester and Amanda. You may enjoy it. 🙂

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Fiona

– Find Part 1 here – Chapter list here –

Just for a moment I’d like you to share an intimate moment with me. I’d like you to imagine climbing inside my head. My head, not my panties.

That’s better. Now, think about this. As I pulled away from the barn, I was leaving two idiots trying to get out of the building, and the dusty road wound up toward the top of a rise, and I had no clue what lay ahead of me.

When Bernard, my photographer, said that he’d experienced ‘quite a blow’ the other day, my thoughts naturally went to his digestion.

“Ah,” I said with the sort of genuine concern you know I am famous for. “The old trouble, again!”

“What?” he replied sharply. “No, it’s the weather. We’ve been having a strong Easterly wind most mornings, and I was caught out in it the other day.”

As you probably know, Bernard is a keen sailor. His boat is moored nearby Huckleberry Close, by Trannie Annie’s Sailor’s Bar. And it’s not just Bernard who enjoys a good blow on the beach. I have done a good deal of sailing myself. I know my sprit snotter from my mast rake.

I mentioned that to Ali, my gardener, who wondered why Bernard would need gardening equipment on his little ketch. English Bay is a treasure on the coast here in British Columbia, framing the city of Vancouver with a sheltered bay that many who sail love to frequent. Several of my members are known to sail here from time to time. It should be said that Sylvester also gets the occasional boat maintenance job. As a mechanic he often has to service marine engines. It’s not unusual for me to wander into his workshop to find him there with a shaft in his hand, and a propeller on the workbench. He says it comes up nicely with a good polish.

My life really never is dull. I like to wear a colorful wetsuit when I sail, I’ve found they are so much nicer today than they were a few years ago. Here’s a little tip (ed. Phrasing). You can buy a two piece wetsuit on Amazon very reasonably and you can have a pee without having to spend half an hour slipping out of a one piece one. Believe me, it makes for a much more comfortable day on the water. There are some lovely patterned designs for the casual crossdresser wanting to get wet and wild on the beach. My love is particularly for smaller boats and fast catamarans. Sebastian likes to get out on the Bay with me, being such a sportsman.

Even Amanda likes to get out on the water from time to time. She has even been fishing with Sylvester, in circumstances that can only be described as dubious. Apparently she saw his flies and decided she would go with him, and wanted to keep her hand in.

Now, as Auntie Kittie reminded me as she was chugging down some schnapps for breakfast, the sun can be stronger by the water. Be sure you get a good sun block, and some Aloe gel for after you’ve been out in the sun. I often use Jason Aloe Moisturizing Gel ( https://amzn.to/440eCEo ). I don’t get paid to promote that. I just happen to find it makes an excellent moisturiser after a day at the beach, and it seems very kind to my skin.

These days so many of us are drilled into not spending enough time on ourselves. Whether it’s a hobby you choose to develop, or you just want to get down to the water, remember that this summer you can enjoy being the best gurl you can be, by spending healthy time outdoors.

😊

Fiona

PS. In case you’d never noticed, I usually put a hotlink on the first mention of a name in my posts. If you click on this it takes you to the other posts in which they’re mentioned. It’s a fun way to explore my site. Try some of the links. 🙂

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