Accept yourself as you are – create yourself as you desire.
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Just for a moment Iād like you to share an intimate moment with me. Iād like you to imagine climbing inside my head. My head, not my panties.
Thatās 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.
Continue reading “Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 64.”
In our last session we got you to think about presenting the idea of how youād like to look so much better, and you mentioned you are aware how some people look so much more groomed. You complimented your partner on their looks and their skills making themselves look so manicured and refined.
Continue reading “How to talk to your partner about crossdressing. Part 2”
When Bernard, my photographer, said that heād experienced āquite a blowā the other day, my thoughts naturally went to his digestion.
āAh,ā I said with the sort of genuine concern you know I am famous for. āThe old trouble, again!ā
āWhat?ā he replied sharply. āNo, itās the weather. Weāve been having a strong Easterly wind most mornings, and I was caught out in it the other day.ā
As you probably know, Bernard is a keen sailor. His boat is moored nearby Huckleberry Close, by Trannie Annieās Sailorās Bar. And itās 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. Itās 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, Iāve found they are so much nicer today than they were a few years ago. Hereās 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 youāve been out in the sun. I often use Jason Aloe Moisturizing Gel ( https://amzn.to/440eCEo ). I donāt 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 itās 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.
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Fiona
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Join as a Premium MemberWhen 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.
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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.
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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, itās a response to my desire for something to happen or maybe itās just a learned response. After all, most times I go out dressed in this manner, I get what Iām looking for. So, itās only a matter of time before my body, hungry for the lecherous and desperate touch of a lover, is served to my satisfaction. Youāll note that I said āmy satisfactionā. I point this out as I do like to play a little game.
Itās been about five years now that Iāve 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 ā now what should I call them ā a project. Yes. I select a project. You know, if you go to some of the apps you can even find me. Of course, Iām not going to make that too easy for you, as I really donāt 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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It seems like I spend half my time on texts these days. And then Sylvester will send something stupid like the text heās just sent me.
Really, Iām 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 canātā tell you much about it as itās not yet been released, but jeez, you should see the size of the clientās 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 heās not moping around and looking doe eyed at Amanda, heās 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.
āSylvester, if thatās not early onset Parkinsonās, Iād say youāre looking a little shaken up,ā 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, āHow can you break the speed limit doing a three point turn in a cul-de sac? How did she do that?ā
āGoodness me,ā I said, adjusting my tartan three quarter length skirt. āJust what is it youāre teaching her to do?ā
āItās for her driving test,ā he replied sounding quite dazed. āāNineth time luckyā she said. Ninth time.ā
āOh yes,ā I replied. āNinth time is always a charm.ā
But thatās not the main reason I am writing to you.
I thought Iād 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 youāve not done so already, take a moment to find an appropriate way to support Pride in your neighborhood.
Have a delightful weekend.
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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. Weāve 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. Weāre taking the finish back to the wood. Iāve been stripping while Sylvester scrapes the varnish and wax off.
I enjoy doing outdoor activities to keep my body in shape. One activity Iāve 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 youāre 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.
āHonestly,ā I said as Sebastian poured another cup, āthese cucks will stop at nothing!ā
āWhatās that?ā asked Sebastian.
āWell, that ridiculous man DeSantis claims heās going to save our kids from raging queens. But Iāve never heard of any drag performers ever doing anything to a child?ā
āThat would be because they donāt do anything to children. Itās the old trick, invent a problem and then offer a solution and claim youāre the only person that can fix it,ā said Sebastian.
āSo, how many drag queens do abuse children?ā I asked. āI usually attend drag shows that are charity events raising money for good causes. I canāt remember ever seeing anything that has anything to do with abusing children. You’d think I’d notice.ā
āThat would be because itās nonsense. Fortunately here in Canada we donāt get sucked into that sort of thing. Iād be very curious to know just how many drag shows Ron Desantis has been to, as a point of interest,ā said Sebastian.
āWell, he does look like a boyfriend I had at university. An odd chap. Ate my panties,ā 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.
āWhat an odd thing to do,ā commented Sebastian.
āIt takes all sorts,ā I replied. āNearly choked on them, as I remember.ā
I poured more tea.
āBut even so, how does this have anything to do with the transgender community? Donāt these people realise drag and transgenderism are two entirely different things?ā I persisted.
āFiona,ā replied Sebastian, āyou canāt expect these people to think about these things rationally. Itās quite literally beyond them. They have no experience of what theyāre talking about, and itās just about getting cheap votes. Of course, itās easy to say āWeāre going to save all these children!ā when in fact none are in any way under threat. And if youāre against their ridiculous legislation you look like you donāt care about children.ā
āBut look at my members,ā I responded. āMost of them have children. You couldnāt find a nicer and more caring group of people.ā
āI know,ā said Sebastian. āThese people appeal to the most frightened and weak members of society. They look for people who are easily influenced. IF they can convince them thereās a problem, then they can set themselves up as the solution. It appeals to many weak minded people. Thereās no point trying to argue with them. Thereās nothing you can possibly suggest that will make them turn around and say, āOh yes, youāre right, Fiona!ā No, theyāre just frightened little people living very sad lives. And that is exactly who a fascist like DeSantis is reaching out to.ā
āIt seems very sad. And they will end up with blood on their hands, because good people wonāt get the gender affirming care they need. But, I guess they donāt care about the kids who die because theyāre denied gender affirming care. I guess theyāre the wrong kind of kids, right?ā
āThatās about the size of it,ā 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.
āSo, what are you up to this weekend,ā I asked Sebastian feeling the need to change the subject.
āBernard is taking Rainbow and I sailing,ā he replied. āPoor Rainbow. Sheās 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.ā
āOh dear,ā I replied.
āYes,ā sighed Sebastian. āApparently he put up a hell of a struggle but she got it in the end.ā
I felt this was an awkward subject but continued, āShe always said he was a bit of a tight wad. Though he did have a soft spot for her, as I understand it.ā
āOh yes. Rainbow told me that if she buttered him up, heād always end up splashing out.ā
āGood grief,ā I replied.
But thatās not the main reason Iām writing. I just thought Iād 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 youāll 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 heās being prepared for a very sporty mobile enema.
āYou look so athletic,ā I mentioned to Sebastian as he dismounted. āBut where do you put your shopping?ā
He looked a little disdainfully at me and then said, āI cycle for my body, not my shopping.ā
I felt a little as though I had been put in my place, but replied, āWell, those pants look as though you pushed your vegetable order down them.ā
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 Sebastianās 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.
āI was thinking of a Syrian soup, Shakriya. Itās lamb with yoghurt,ā he said.
āThat does sound delightful,ā I said excited to try some new dishes.
āIs Sylvester bringing anything?ā asked Ali.
āI think heāll do what he usually does and bring a simple tart.ā
āOh,ā replied Ali. āHeās met someone then?ā
I do wonder about Ali. Sometimes I think he understands more English than he says.
But thatās not the main reason Iām writing to you this week. I have posted some great content this week. As we move into our āpost Patreonā 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 Iāve 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.
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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 Annieās 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. Itās not often weāre 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.
āDerek,ā I said. āThis poster,ā and then he interrupted.
āIsnāt the image beautiful?ā He gushed. āItās from one of those radio telescopes.ā
āYes,ā I replied. āThe image is lovely.ā
āHeās very excited about it all,ā carried on the creative director. āThe posters will go out on Monday, if the printers run it over the weekend.ā
āWell,ā I said calmly. āYou might want to get off that train then.ā
āBut why,ā said Derek.
āAsking people to come and meet the author of a book about the infinite universe is one thing, but then saying ācome early as āspace is limitedā seems just a little contradictory,ā 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.
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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 Iām 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.
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Fiona
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