Accept yourself as you are – create yourself as you desire.
When I first started sending out the weekly messages I would often embed a music video. I don’t so often these days, as the messages are much more text heavy.
However, over the last few years the videos were very popular and were compiled into a playlist. It’s turned out to be a rather unusual and eclectic collection.
You may enjoy it.
Fiona
I include a wealth of hypnosis files for my members. Some of these are available without joining the Premium Program or Seahorse program. Have a good look through them and see if there’s anything that grabs you – I know you’ll love them.
You can find the complete list of what’s available HERE.
These have been compiled by myself, by Mistress Meg and also by young Stacy. So, you’re never going to feel bored.
Be sure to to enjoy them in the safe privacy of your own space, and they’re best used just before you go to sleep.
Let me know how you get along.
Fiona.
Did you know that Seahorse membership opens up a swathe of stories you may not have already enjoyed.
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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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When a partner decides they want to explore the gender fluid world of crossdressing it’s going to introduce some new strains on a relationship. But does it have to be the end?
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It’s so nice to see little Gerald doing so well at school. And now that he’s getting into theatre he’s learning all about make up.
“Now Gerald, you have to learn to apply make up just right, to pull it off on stage,” I said to him just the other day.
“What should I be pulling off, Auntie?” he replied.
“Pulling off having the right stage presence, naturally. And as luck would have it, I can help you,” I said as I applied a little lipstick to his lips.
“You’re so good to me, Auntie,” he replied.
“Oh, darling. It’s the least I can do,” I said in reply.
“But Auntie, do I have to wear these clothes?” he asked, looking at the pink satin panties and training bra I’d asked him to slip into.
“You should never underestimate the importance of costume,” I replied. “Besides, it will make it all feel so much more natural when you come to do it for real.”
“You’re so good to me, Auntie,” said Gerald.
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Fiona
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It seems like I spend half my time on texts these days. And then Sylvester will send something stupid like the text he’s just sent me.
Really, I’m running between meetings, trying to keep my hair nice, checking out the new boy in the post room (yes, we still have one) and helping one of the senior partners arrange his meat and two veg. Oh, I should explain Bernard is doing a shoot for a client who has a string of restaurants, and we have to photograph some of the food for the advertisement. I can’t’ tell you much about it as it’s not yet been released, but jeez, you should see the size of the client’s sausage.
And then I get a string of texts from Sylvester.
Really, I have to put up with the most annoying things at times, and Sylvester is one of them. If he’s not moping around and looking doe eyed at Amanda, he’s out trying to teach Rainbow how to drive. He came in to the kitchen yesterday after taking her for a driving lesson. He was shaking so much I had to comment.
“Sylvester, if that’s not early onset Parkinson’s, I’d say you’re looking a little shaken up,” I said as I poured the tea.
He gave that thousand mile stare he sometimes has, and while clutching a traffic citation in his hand he said softly, “How can you break the speed limit doing a three point turn in a cul-de sac? How did she do that?”
“Goodness me,” I said, adjusting my tartan three quarter length skirt. “Just what is it you’re teaching her to do?”
“It’s for her driving test,” he replied sounding quite dazed. “’Nineth time lucky’ she said. Ninth time.”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “Ninth time is always a charm.”
But that’s not the main reason I am writing to you.
I thought I’d just remind you that this is Pride Month, and inspite of what a few Neanderthals would have you believe, in most of the civilized world Pride is being celebrated with joy.
If you’ve not done so already, take a moment to find an appropriate way to support Pride in your neighborhood.
Have a delightful weekend.
😊
Fiona
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When Sylvester suggested I paint breasts on the back of my life jacket, thereby giving him something interesting to look at as he paddled in the double kayak, I refrained from the desire to beat him in the head with the paddle in my hands. We’ve taken to getting out and about on beautiful English Bay.
We’ve been doing so many chores at home recently I think we deserve a bi of a break. Just yesterday afternoon we were cleaning up an old chest of draws that had been neglected. Some candles had burned down and damaged the surface. We’re taking the finish back to the wood. I’ve been stripping while Sylvester scrapes the varnish and wax off.
I enjoy doing outdoor activities to keep my body in shape. One activity I’ve found that works very well is sea kayaking. There are a couple of things worthy of pointing out about this activity. First of all, you can crossdress, wear a wig and anything else you want, once you’re out on the water no one is going to be able to either do or say anything about it. Another great advantage to be gained from this activity is the wonderful grounded feeling one has when surrounded with this much nature.
Continue reading “Sylvester gets a poke from behind.”
I usually enjoy my morning tea after a short yoga work out, while I read the headlines on my tablet. Yet this week all I seem to be inundated with in my news feed is the news that some US states are legislating against drag shows and emulating such countries as Uganda in their headlong run toward transphobia. It seems an odd choice for a country claiming to be forward thinking.
“Honestly,” I said as Sebastian poured another cup, “these cucks will stop at nothing!”
“What’s that?” asked Sebastian.
“Well, that ridiculous man DeSantis claims he’s going to save our kids from raging queens. But I’ve never heard of any drag performers ever doing anything to a child?”
“That would be because they don’t do anything to children. It’s the old trick, invent a problem and then offer a solution and claim you’re the only person that can fix it,” said Sebastian.
“So, how many drag queens do abuse children?” I asked. “I usually attend drag shows that are charity events raising money for good causes. I can’t remember ever seeing anything that has anything to do with abusing children. You’d think I’d notice.”
“That would be because it’s nonsense. Fortunately here in Canada we don’t get sucked into that sort of thing. I’d be very curious to know just how many drag shows Ron Desantis has been to, as a point of interest,” said Sebastian.
“Well, he does look like a boyfriend I had at university. An odd chap. Ate my panties,” I said remembering an incident unsuitable to repeated here. My memory is a little hazy, but I do remember him being quite embarrassed at the Emergency Department in the hospital. It was a wild time.
“What an odd thing to do,” commented Sebastian.
“It takes all sorts,” I replied. “Nearly choked on them, as I remember.”
I poured more tea.
“But even so, how does this have anything to do with the transgender community? Don’t these people realise drag and transgenderism are two entirely different things?” I persisted.
“Fiona,” replied Sebastian, “you can’t expect these people to think about these things rationally. It’s quite literally beyond them. They have no experience of what they’re talking about, and it’s just about getting cheap votes. Of course, it’s easy to say ‘We’re going to save all these children!’ when in fact none are in any way under threat. And if you’re against their ridiculous legislation you look like you don’t care about children.”
“But look at my members,” I responded. “Most of them have children. You couldn’t find a nicer and more caring group of people.”
“I know,” said Sebastian. “These people appeal to the most frightened and weak members of society. They look for people who are easily influenced. IF they can convince them there’s a problem, then they can set themselves up as the solution. It appeals to many weak minded people. There’s no point trying to argue with them. There’s nothing you can possibly suggest that will make them turn around and say, “Oh yes, you’re right, Fiona!” No, they’re just frightened little people living very sad lives. And that is exactly who a fascist like DeSantis is reaching out to.”
“It seems very sad. And they will end up with blood on their hands, because good people won’t get the gender affirming care they need. But, I guess they don’t care about the kids who die because they’re denied gender affirming care. I guess they’re the wrong kind of kids, right?”
“That’s about the size of it,” said Sebastian.
What a world we live in. Fortunately there is such a thing as a vote. If you live in the southern US be sure to see you are properly registered so that when the time comes we can vote these fascist ding dongs out. Of course, Canadians like myself watch the likes of DeSantis with a sense of bemused amazement. He simply couldn’t even get elected to a school board in this country. At least these idiots make us look good.
“So, what are you up to this weekend,” I asked Sebastian feeling the need to change the subject.
“Bernard is taking Rainbow and I sailing,” he replied. “Poor Rainbow. She’s a struggling student now. She had to sell the watch she got off our grand father on his death bed. She needs cash to get through this month.”
“Oh dear,” I replied.
“Yes,” sighed Sebastian. “Apparently he put up a hell of a struggle but she got it in the end.”
I felt this was an awkward subject but continued, “She always said he was a bit of a tight wad. Though he did have a soft spot for her, as I understand it.”
“Oh yes. Rainbow told me that if she buttered him up, he’d always end up splashing out.”
“Good grief,” I replied.
But that’s not the main reason I’m writing. I just thought I’d let you k now I have a wonderful offer running on Patreon at present. If you become a Unicorn member through my Patreon membership and stay on for three months you get a delightful cup. Something to press to your lips every morning, to remind you of me. I know you’ll love it.
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Fiona
Become a Patron!Inside the dark closet, you can’t tell what color the walls are.
With the fine weather comes the chance to wear more exciting clothes. I love to get into a mini skirt in the summer. And equally the sun brings out the more eccentric dressing styles.
Not least among these are my friends that cycle. Seeing Sebastian cycling up the road to my quiet house in Huckleberry Close is both a curious and disturbing sight. While my bicycle has a very pretty wicker basket and I added a few pink tassels for style to the handlebars, Sebastian prefers a more sporty style. Crouched over the handle bars he looks like nothing so much as he’s being prepared for a very sporty mobile enema.
“You look so athletic,” I mentioned to Sebastian as he dismounted. “But where do you put your shopping?”
He looked a little disdainfully at me and then said, “I cycle for my body, not my shopping.”
I felt a little as though I had been put in my place, but replied, “Well, those pants look as though you pushed your vegetable order down them.”
I feel strangely liberated commenting on others clothing, as I glide across the grass wearing a bright lemon pleated skirt and pale blue tee shirt. I should try not to be unkind to Sebastian. And it has to be said that his vegetable order is nothing if not plentiful.
He shifted awkwardly as I chatted. But that does rather neatly bring the subject onto food and soon it will be time for the Huckleberry Close summer party. We usually each bring a dish, and everybody shares in the wide diversity of food often from our own cultures. This year I am preparing boerewors, a lovely South African sausage dish with Sebastian’s help. Now there really is a man who knows his way around a sausage. Auntie Kittie is making a lovely Pavlova, and so I asked Ali what he would be making.
“I was thinking of a Syrian soup, Shakriya. It’s lamb with yoghurt,” he said.
“That does sound delightful,” I said excited to try some new dishes.
“Is Sylvester bringing anything?” asked Ali.
“I think he’ll do what he usually does and bring a simple tart.”
“Oh,” replied Ali. “He’s met someone then?”
I do wonder about Ali. Sometimes I think he understands more English than he says.
But that’s not the main reason I’m writing to you this week. I have posted some great content this week. As we move into our ‘post Patreon’ development I am moving content over to the website all the time. Mistress Meg, Max and even Auntie Kittie have been beavering away in my kitchen, posting and writing content to add to http://FionaDobson.com. For my Seahorses Mistress Meg has added some new content in the series about Stories Your Mother Never Told You, and of course I’ve posted some content for all my members about being outed to my children, and of course we now have all the released episodes of Clothes Maketh The Man posted up and available to all. You can get them here. And this weekend we posted The Long Game, a two part story that anyone who had a sister who dressed them will appreciate.
Have a delightful week. I know Mistress Meg will be posting some hypnosis files this week, so we have that to look forward to, and I think the next episode of Clothes Maketh The Man should land in the next few days.
😊
Fiona
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The work of a crossdressing advertising account executive is never done. On Friday night I was preparing to leave the office when my eyes fell upon the latest piece of creative from our graphics department.
Just as I was looking forward to a nice lager down at Trannie Annie’s bar I noticed the proof of the poster. It was all signed off and ready to be sent to the printers, when three words leapt off the page at me.
I caught my breath as I reread the text. It’s not often we’re asked to do poster campaigns these days and this one was for a prominent science author who was doing a book tour. Confidentiality prevents me from mentioning names here, however this particular individual is very recognizable, speaking with the aid of a computer synthesized voice, and with his career rolling forward apace.
I called the creative director immediately and caught him as he was stepping aboard a train on his evening commute home.
“Derek,” I said. “This poster,” and then he interrupted.
“Isn’t the image beautiful?” He gushed. “It’s from one of those radio telescopes.”
“Yes,” I replied. “The image is lovely.”
“He’s very excited about it all,” carried on the creative director. “The posters will go out on Monday, if the printers run it over the weekend.”
“Well,” I said calmly. “You might want to get off that train then.”
“But why,” said Derek.
“Asking people to come and meet the author of a book about the infinite universe is one thing, but then saying ‘come early as ‘space is limited’ seems just a little contradictory,” I replied.
Needless to say he was off the train moments later and making his way back to the office. I hope your weekend is going to be more fun than theirs.
In the meantime I have just put up a new page called ‘I nearly got caught!’. Feel free to add your comments to it and tell your own story.
🙂
Fiona
Sylvester was in my garden this morning enjoying a glass of my freshly made lemonade, hand squeezed and made from a recipe I enjoy.
“I do hope you’re like this, Sylvester, I juiced my lemons this morning especially for you,” I said.
Sylvester stared at my chest and then took another sip. You know he really can be quite coarse.
I do find fresh lemonade is a great way to refresh myself on these warm west coast days. Here’s a useful recipe if you have yet to make lemonade yourself. Now, I’m not saying Auntie Kittie has a problem with alcohol, but the moment I added a little gin to the mix her head appeared over the back gate to my garden and she gave a dainty wave.
“Is any body home,” she called out staring at the gin bottle.
And then she was in. Really, what can I do!
Not to be derailed from the job at hand, I sat the two of them down and told them of something that’s been on my mind of late. I am often asked by members and their wives, ‘does crossdressing mean I’m going to be a worse husband?’ I had one such discussion this morning with a member whose husband was, ironically, a veterinarian.
Auntie Kittie topped up her lemonade with a healthy belt of gin and turned to me and said, “Of course it doesn’t.”
Sylvester glanced at Auntie Kittie and thankfully kept quiet. She is an expert on marriage having had two husbands. Widowed twice by the age of sixty is by some measures, quite an achievement.
“My poor Willard used to love to wear a nice frock from time to time,” she went on. “Of course, he was a slave to his prostate…”
She left that one hanging in the air. I wasn’t quite sure how to go on from there.
Surprisingly, Sylvester chimed in, “didn’t I see some statistics recently saying that people who are in the non-binary category are 23% more likely than the other adults to own a dog or cat?”
“Yes, ” I said. “Max pulled up those stats the other day.”
“Well, that suggests they’d be more likely to be sympathetic. You know, having a slightly more gentle nature,” mused Sylvester.
I stared at him, and said, “Well, done Sylvester. I think you just made your first emotionally intelligent observation. I do believe you’re becoming more sensitive. There’s hope for you and all other Neanderthal men out there. Next you’ll stop trying to light your farts at the church picnic.”
Sylvester looked a little morose at this and muttered something about that only happening on the one occasion.
Have a lovely weekend.
🙂
Fiona
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I am so excited to tell you about some lovely new bras specifically for crossdressers that are coming on my radar. Several of my members having been trying out some of the ones available on my site and coming back with great feedback.
Mildred from Colorado Springs writes “My breasts are now bigger than those of most of the women I find attractive. I so want to find a suitable bra, but get very worried about buying them locally. I’m very shy and I feel there’s very little customer support for someone like me!”
Mildred, as you know bras are all about support. And there’s no reason in the world why you shouldn’t have a nice silky or lacy bra to wear either beneath your clothes at home – or all day for that matter. Have a browse around. You can even find some very cool breast forms here. The more you explore the more you’ll be able to nip those fears in the bud!
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I was doing yoga in my garden just this morning with Sebastian, when he raised something that’s been on my mind a while.
“Fiona,” he said, while adjusting my position in a deep hip opening yoga position, “I have always like that on your blog you are unafraid to deal with the deep and penetrating issues.”
I felt him leaning into my posture, pressing me slightly deeper into the position.
Continue reading “I know what I believe, no need to wear that on my sleeve…”