As you may know, my personal trainer, Sebastian, has a delightful sister named Rainbow. The west coast has many people named by well intentioned hippy parents, that have grown up to be very unlike their free wheeling parents.
While Rainbow is decidedly whimsical and likely in line with what her parents expected, not all my acquaintances are so well named. For example, Rainbow is a yoga teacher and perfectly qualified, being both gluten free and lactose intolerant. However, another friend of mine was blessed with the name âSwallowâ by her parents. If the swallow really is the bird of love, then one would hardly expect a corrections officer working in a high security prison to carry such a name and yet that is indeed where she has had a quite successful career.
I have always felt that the more time my nephews spend dressed in
lovely girls clothes the more they behave in a polite, soft and gentle
manner. Isnât that a nice thing to know?
Of course it is.
Well, recently one of my nephews has had a visitor, young Donald,
a really quite vulgar boy. He seems to
think it ok to push others around and one of my nieces recently came to see me
about him. Annette told me he had been peeking in her bedroom when she was changing,
which I found a most distasteful thing to do.
Heâs also been picking on some of the other children
in the neighbourhood.He also refuses to wear a mask, which I find extremely
disrespectful. I am sure youâd agree, this is really not the way a young boy
should behave.
âIf heâs unwilling to behave like a nice boy,â I said to Annette, âthen
we canât treat him like a nice boy.â
I thought about the situation for a moment or two, while offering Annette a small serving of frozen yoghurt.
This morning I was walking on the beach and noticed some
litter in the dunes. It was just some detritus left by a parent, likely
overwhelmed by their excitable kids. Nothing to really be upset about. I picked it up and disposed of it in a litter
bin not far away.
I would have forgotten the incident entirely but for
something that happened later in the day. Iâd finished the days work and took Hannibal,
my dachshund for his walk, and as I made my way through one of our beautiful
parks I noticed a young woman with a handwritten sign on her back picking up
litter. She had a stick and a garbage bag and was working her way through a
number of the people enjoying the summer evening. As I got closer to the young
woman I noticed the sign on her back read âVolunteerâ in hastily scrawled hand.
I was curious and so walked up to the lady and asked, âwhatâs
the story?â
She replied very politely that lives nearby and she walks in the park every day, and doesnât like seeing litter left around. Sheâd noticed that if she comes out now and then and picks up the litter now and then the people in the park notice her and start to clean up after themselves.
While sitting in my garden, enjoying watching Ali bent over working on some of the flowerbeds, I was surprised to see Sylvester (my mechanic) arrive and use my rear entrance (phrasing) sitting astride his enormous chopper.
Heâs spent much of his time polishing up his chopper recently, but then havenât we all? This lockdown can be a little tedious, can’t it? Sylvester does enjoy riding his Harley and keeping it pristine.
Maintaining social distancing he joined me in the garden and we sat and talked. He looked quite agitated. It takes a lot to phase Sylvester. Naturally, in my role as both friend and counselor I felt I should help.
âItâs Amanda. What am
I supposed to do about her?â
âEuthanasia?â I asked helpfully, adjusting the way my sun dress hung from my shoulders.
âPlease,â he insisted, âtry to be helpful!â
âWhat seems to be the problem, Sylvester?â I asked.
âWell, I asked her if sheâd like to come for a ride on my chopper,â continued Sylvester.
âBut Sylvester, Amanda is with Marjory now,â I said.
âI know. But sometimes I like to take people on my bike. Itâs
fun.â
âWell,â I said, âI suppose itâs fairly harmless. Even though
I understand youâve âchecked her fluidsâ on more than one occasion.â
My goodness, I do have to put up with some nonsense from some of the children in the neighbourhood. One doesnât like to have favorites, but I canât help but thank heavens my nephews and nieces are rather better behaved than some of the other neighbourhood children.
Several of the local children like to play in my garden. Iâve started having Ali, Fionaâs gardener â you may have heard of him â pop by and take care of my flowers. He rigged up a nice swing from an apple tree and some of the youngsters like to come over and play on the swing. Generally they are sweet, laughing and giggling away there. I love the sound of happy children. Of course, thereâs sometimes one obnoxious little trouble maker in the group, but one hopes the positive influence of my neighborhood kids will have a beneficial effect. Little Angela, Jacinder and Boris are all playing nicely. It’s not easy for the little ones while we have this virus to contend with.
I am so pleased to see that my personal trainer, Sebastian, is finally calming down. In isolation, along with his sister, Rainbow, heâs been struggling a little with the stress of the process. Here in lovely Vancouver people have been observing the lockdown very well, and as a result we had just one new death yesterday. Of course, even one is one too many, however the process does appear to be working.
He does help me online each morning as I work out, but I can hear the stress in his voice. I mentioned this very thing to Mistress Meg just yesterday.
âHe does seem to be a little on edge,â I said. âIt makes it hard to relax as I am doing yoga. He is rather highly strung.â
âYes,â replied Meg. âHe probably should be.â
Sympathy is not the primary emotion that springs to mind when chatting with Mistress Meg. Many of you will know her from her writing in the Seahorse level. Never one to stifle her opinions, I think she thinks of Sebastian rather like a puppy that continually looks for approval. She seems unsure whether she should laugh at it, pet it, or give in to the inevitable urge to give it a hefty kick over the nearest fence while no one is looking.
I hope youâre enjoying the weekend as we move further into this strange period. I have been told this is the blog you’ll love, even if you’ve never tried on your sisters panties. There’s a wealth of crossdressing advice, ideas and stories. There’s humor and there’s horror. Â There’s even hypnosis. We’ve got it all. Be sure to come on in and explore.
One of the most recent additions to my Patreon is Poison! Another serial, part 9 will be out shortly. Can you imagine, a woman slowly altering the genetic code of her suitor. Well, things turn out rather differently to what you may imagine.
Mistress Meg and Katia Thornwood generally write for our Seahorse Patreons, with their forceful approach to encouraging their guests to embrace all aspects of feminization. As Mistress Meg has pointed out, âfew dare protest, for fear of what might be pushed into their easily silenced mouth.â
Mistress Meg is also the keeper of Stories You Mother Never Told You, a disturbingly erotic series of pieces drawn from a set of dusty notebooks secured from a client. These will be of special appeal to all my Seahorse members.
Auntie Kittie, an unbelievable force of nature in her own right, continues to work Max hard, having him put her Diary entries up.
âHeâs such a good boy,â she said as she dropped off her notes this morning. I have visitors sit outside my kitchen window as I am indoors. Sitting on my deck she looked really quite pleased with herself. I think sheâs got something very questionable going on with young Max.
I am also excited to say my delightful friend Molly Blake in England is hard at it. She is working on a very exciting little project for you. That will be at the $1, Good Gurl level.
Of course, my Premium Program and Whatsapp Group is still a great success for my Unicorn members. While these can be bought separately, they are all included in the Unicorn level. And for the more cost conscious I am always happy to add new members to My Little Black Book â still a very popular way to connect with other CDs and Admirers.
As ever, and particularly at the moment, I want you to remember I am here for you. I spend a lot of time online and should you have any questions I am always pleased to answer them, even if it takes a few days for me to get to them.
I love to see your comments on the posts I put up. Be sure to continue to communicate â and donât forget, youâre not alone. Weâre getting through this together.
In an exclusive block buster expose we go behind the scenes at the White House and give you a fly on the wall report from the Oval Office. As you likely know, in my capacity as an Account Executive at the advertising agency I am often asked to contribute to some very detailed discussions with various clients. In tonight’s interview I am pleased to reveal some off the record comments shared by certain members of the White House staff.
For reasons of security some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. And when I say innocent, I mean as innocent as a large pot of Vaseline in house of ill repute.
Now, through the magic of the internet I’d like to transfer you to the 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, as several administration staffers are looking through the morning papers.
Stephen: “I don’t understand it. This rag says I have the dead eyes of a landed bloater.”
Kelly: “I believe a bloater is a type of fish. Don’t let it worry you. You’ll learn a bigger vocabulary when you graduate to grade 12.”
Iâve been chatting with a few of the members this week and weâve been talking about how people are handling social distancing and isolation. Rainbow, Sebastianâs sister, appears to think itâs all a hoax and that itâs really just the authorities trying to disguise the fact that this is the dawn of the zombie apocalypse. She seems to think thatâs why the streets are so empty. She says they donât like the sunlight.
There have been some great suggestions in our Whatsapp Group for activities that make this period a little more fun. When Sophie asked what she could do to keep feeling feminine, Lenni suggested going out and getting some clear nail polish â even if youâre unable to dress in public. It helps you look after your nails and feel feminine.
Iâve found a good way to maintain social distance and still be
able to communicate with Sylvester and the various welcome, and less welcome,
visitors to my house. I sit at the
kitchen window and chat through the window, while they sit outside with their
own coffee mug.
I am not paranoid, but weâre learning to live with social
distancing in a responsible way here in Canada. We respect the rules around
isolation, because weâd like to get things back on track at the soonest
reasonable opportunity. I know peopleâs views on this vary. This video
accurately shows how easy it is to pass on a virus, and we take it very
seriously here.
âIâd like to get out to a pub,â said Sylvester. “A glass of Alexander Keith’s IPA, with beads of condensation on a warm spring evening would go down pretty well.”
I know that many of my members are frustrated at being locked down, and as the days go by it can seem like thereâs no end in sight. I recently listened to a BBC report from a US reporter locked down in Wuhan, who described the experience as being a psychological process not unlike the stages of grief.
There are various descriptions of this around the net, but the most common appears to suggest the following are stages of grief:
Denial â Sylvester: âThis isnât necessary!â Me: âTell that to the people without health insurance.â
Anger â Amanda: âIâll be buggered if Iâm wearing a mask.â Me: âPlease wear a mask.â
Bargaining â Sebastian: âIf I socially isolate today, maybe weâll get past this sooner.â Me: âLetâs do it.â
Depression â Auntie Kittie: âLetâs hit the wine reserves.â Me: âYours or mine?â
I thought this a very interesting way of thinking about this. Weâre just going to have to get used to this. Thereâs no arguing with it, and as much as some orange haired buffoon might try to push people back to work early, the health of those I love are more important to me than his profits. So, I would like to share a few things to help you get through this difficult time. These are merely the opinions of a crossdressing advertising executive, and I donât expect the world to whole heartedly agree with me. However, you may find some of these suggestions to be of interest.
“That Amanda‘s a fat cow!” said young Max as he talked to me through my kitchen window, maintaining social distancing.
At the time I was pulling on a pale pink sports bra. He glanced at me now and then, unable to avert his blue eyed gaze, the filthy little pervert.
“Max,” I said calmly, “Just because she’s in a lesbian relationship with your mother, there’s no need to be calling her fat. Besides, she’s the editor of Pig and Pig Farmer Weekly, and your boss. That means you should accord her some respect.”
He looked a little crestfallen and then said, “Alright. She’s a morbidly obese cow, then.”
“That’s better. She’s a very dear friend of your mother’s. Besides, if as you say your mother is going to do this whole isolation thing at her place, it will leave you more time to work on my site.”
“What about my dinner?”
“Max! Don’t be so 1983! You should know better than that!” At 22 years old that boy should know better.
Perhaps I should explain. For some months now Marjorie, Max‘s mother, has been wrist deep in a lesbian love affair with my wife’s childhood friend Amanda. This has taken some emotional toll on poor Max, who is struggling to accept the new relationship.
How odd, don’t you think, that Max who quite lecherously watches me doing yoga with Sebastian (my lovely personal trainer and the man who put the ‘dog’ in downward dog) should have such awkwardness around his mother and Amanda having a relationship. I would agree that Amanda, the queen of tweed, having a relationship with anyone seems challenging, but love finds a way in the most challenging of situations. Ultimately we fall in love with people, don’t you think, rather than someone’s gender?
It reminds me of something I tell many of my members. Judging others is a privilege we sacrifice the moment we put on panties with a partner. Equally, no one has a right to judge us.
It’s not lost on me that the very people that would like to judge us so harshly are often the ones that would delight in fucking our brains out first. But that aside, I do always suggest my lovely members release judgement of others. There’s a great piece of writing on my site about this called The English Country Garden, by Julius Braddock. I recently made that free as it’s such a very influential piece for so many people. You may wish to give it a go.
But that is not the main reason I’m writing to you. I wanted you to know that if you sign up for my Patreon now you will be able to participate in some of the give always I’ll be doing this weekend.
I am so excited to be welcoming so many new members to my Patreon. I am very grateful for the lift I’ve experienced these last couple of weeks, although I acknowledge this is because many people are stuck at home. I’d like to make that confinement easier for you, and these wonderful upgrades give you plenty to do while stuck at home.
To encourage more new Patrons I am offering a very special incentive. Anyone signing up for my $1 a month program will be able to join in some great promotions I’ll be doing this Easter Weekend.
I will be giving away some free Premium Program Memberships (worth $10 a month), as well as some free memberships to my Whatsapp Group (worth $10 a month). To participate you will need to join the $1 monthly Good Gurl tier, so be sure to join that right away.
The premium program is something my members use to refine their knowledge of the non-binary world and crossdressing, and the Whatsapp Group is a wonderful group of friends participating in chats and a supportive community. They’re great bonuses.
These promotions will only be open this weekend (Friday – Easter Monday evening) and only to people who are members of my Patreon. Join now and you’ll be eligible for those upgrades as I offer them over the weekend.
This will of course give you access to Poison! which is being very well received. I know you’ll love it.
Gurls, we’re going into a tough week. Let’s make sure we show how resilient we all are as we do so. Setting a fabulous example is our challenge for the week.
I know many of my members have had a difficult path to walk in the past. It goes along with this particular journey. In the week ahead there’s a lot of people who are going to be struggling. Our resilience can be a lesson for those who need an example to follow.
As we go into the coming week I want to share something I’ve realised over the years. How much courage you have has nothing to do with what color panties you happen to be wearing. Nor does it have anything to do with what’s between your legs. It’s about having a stout heart and belief in yourself. And it’s more infectious than COVID19. As others see your resilience they too will gain strength.
Practicing social distancing and not succumbing to the fear of what’s ahead is very important at the moment. Don’t let the news drag you down, and stay positive. There’s a wealth of fun things to occupy you on https://fionadobson.com This is also a great time to be using the time available for planning what happens next. How will you change?
Putting on a smile and some fresh panties is going to be what keeps us moving ahead for the moment.
I’d love it if you can show those around you how strong you are by keeping a positive face on.
As my wife’s appalling friend Amanda said recently, “We must be the change we wish to see in the world! You know who said that?”
“I think it was Ghandi,” I replied.
“General Paton! That’s who said that! So… there you go.”
“Well,” I replied. “They were so very similar. But I will keep that in mind,” I assured her.
Poor Andy, just when he thinks things are going to get better fate takes a dump on his head, again. Itâs the crossdressing story youâre going to love, even if youâve never tried on your sisters panties.
I can hardly believe I have been writing this for 4 years. Over 85,000 members have enjoyed the free version of Clothes Maketh The Man. You can enjoy the full ongoing serial for just $1 a month by following me on Patreon, and then you get extras like Auntie Kitties Diary and Poison! Not to mention my regular posts.
Help me out by signing up today and pushing my membership on Patreon a notch higher.
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Who would ever have guessed that being in voluntary isolation could be something you’d actually enjoy! This is a great time for reflection and reinvention. Throughout this period the gurls in our Whatsapp Group are finding fun things to do.
Yesterday we had “Toenail Tuesday”. You are welcome to join in. We have lots of ideas for keeping occupied while in isolation. Just to remind you how important this is, the illustration below is a simulation of the effect of social distancing, and how it’s application can significantly change the outcome.
The discussions in the Whatsapp group are very broad. They’re moderated and family friendly. There’s a lovely group of crossdressers and their friends in there.
Enjoy the images on this page. They’re just some of our lovely gurls, including Lenni, Jules, Jenny, and Danielle – in no particular order, to reserve anonymity.
If you’re locked down and wondering what to do, join us in our Elite Whatsapp Group and post your painted toe nails. We enjoy chat and ideas about crossdressing, and everything else, for that matter. On Tuesdays we do ‘Toenail Tuesday’ and share pics of our painted nails.