Enjoy this simple crossdressing hypnosis exercise. I know you’ll enjoy it as much as the many people who follow me on Youtube.
If you love to sleep in lingerie, listening to this before you fall asleep will bring an added pleasure.
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My goodness, I do have to put up with some nonsense from some of the children in the neighbourhood. One doesn’t like to have favorites, but I can’t 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. I’ve started having Ali, Fiona’s gardener – you may have heard of him – 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, there’s 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, he’s 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.
“He does seem to be a little on edge,” I said. “It makes it hard to relax as I am doing yoga. He is rather highly strung.”
“Yes,” replied Meg. “He probably should be.”
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 you’re 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.  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, “few dare protest, for fear of what might be pushed into their easily silenced mouth.”
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.
“He’s such a good boy,” 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 she’s 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 – 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 – and don’t forget, you’re not alone. We’re 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.”
I’ve been chatting with a few of the members this week and we’ve been talking about how people are handling social distancing and isolation. Rainbow, Sebastian’s sister, appears to think it’s all a hoax and that it’s really just the authorities trying to disguise the fact that this is the dawn of the zombie apocalypse. She seems to think that’s why the streets are so empty. She says they don’t 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 – even if you’re unable to dress in public. It helps you look after your nails and feel feminine.
I’ve 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 we’re learning to live with social
distancing in a responsible way here in Canada. We respect the rules around
isolation, because we’d like to get things back on track at the soonest
reasonable opportunity. I know people’s views on this vary. This video
accurately shows how easy it is to pass on a virus, and we take it very
seriously here.
“I’d like to get out to a pub,” 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 there’s 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 – Sylvester: “This isn’t necessary!” Me: “Tell that to the people without health insurance.”
Anger – Amanda: “I’ll be buggered if I’m wearing a mask.” Me: “Please wear a mask.”
Bargaining – Sebastian: “If I socially isolate today, maybe we’ll get past this sooner.” Me: “Let’s do it.”
Depression – Auntie Kittie: “Let’s hit the wine reserves.” Me: “Yours or mine?”
I thought this a very interesting way of thinking about this. We’re just going to have to get used to this. There’s 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 don’t 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.
If you’re not already reading Poison! you should probably start! Blair has to take a pill a day – and what harm could that do, really? He’s about to find out.
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. It’s the crossdressing story you’re going to love, even if you’ve 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.
Tonight I have a deep plum color, not unlike the wine my brother once made, and which had the rather unusual effect of leaving one almost blind after four glasses. The taste was awful. It didn’t actually kill you, but by the bottom of the fifth glass you wish it had. He’s a terrible wine maker. And he never makes enough. What can you do?
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.
In our Whatsapp Group the gurls are preparing for Toenail Tuesday, and painting their toe nails. You can join us by becoming a member of the Elite Whatsapp Group.
I’m amazed at the creativity of my lovely members. We’re talking about all kinds of fun things and having a ball. Subjects covered today have included: Nails, Prince Harry (who doesn’t mind if he doesn’t make the scene, he’s got a daytime job, he’s doing alright…) the string section at the end of A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall, Poison!, an empty ski resort in Colorado, and whether Greenpeace activists are hotter than Friends of The Earth activists (“she looked like David Bellamy with a hang over.”), and of course – what to wear during isolation.
Remember, it’s not what you do, it’s the way that you do it… Join us and we’ll get through this together.
Sylvester very kindly dropped in this morning. He was concerned I might not have put together a good supply of things to get through the next little while, as many of us hunker down for a while. I think I am well prepared, however there was one thing I did find a little curious about his care package.
On the top of the package was a book by Donald Trump. I felt this was a little odd.
“I know things are bad,” I commented. “I don’t think they’re quite that bad,
though. My reading list is quite
extensive, and this would be somewhere behind Dyanetics, or perhaps the
Montreal telephone directory of 1985.”
“It’s meant as toilet paper,” commented Sylvester.
“Oh, yes. I suppose it always was. Well, it’s good to find some use for it.”
Below are some very helpful toilet tissue links. It’s good to put these things behind you, of course. I was visiting Washington last month and a good friend of mine who we will just call ‘Nancy’ put me on to several reliable suppliers. You know she has them in each bathroom and is lobbying to have the installed in the bathrooms in The Capitol Building.
I realise a lot of my members will be stuck at home for various reasons in the coming weeks, and frankly as inconvenient as it is it’s also the responsible thing to do at present. We don’t need to either expose ourselves (calm down) or be exposed to more people than absolutely necessary. With this in mind I will be spending more time online chatting through the site or through our Whatsapp Group. I’ll also be raising the frequency of posts on FionaDobson.com and my Patreon. We’ve got a great series running on my Patreon at present, Poison! – you can read the first installment here.
If you are bored be sure to check out the Whatsapp Group as it includes discussions about all manner of things, and we’d love to see you in there. You’ll never be bored.
Max has just been by and is entering Auntie Kittie’s diary on his laptop. Auntie is not really very good with technology, unless of course you include the Norwegian designed electric corkscrew I have in the kitchen. As a result Max enters her hand written diary entries into our Patreon for her many loyal followers.
He was working away as I changed into a lovely pleated skirt. Now that I am working from home full time (as we all should be if possible), I like to dress as comfortably as possible.
Seeing Max hammering away at the keys of his laptop is gratifying, especially at the rates I pay. However, as I walked past I noticed a map on his screen, looking like a StarCraft game. Perhaps you know computer games, but if not, the idea is basically to take and control territory.
So, as I glanced at his computer quickly, thinking I was looking at a computer game, I commented to him, “Wow! It looks like someone is about to get annihilated!”
Max turned round and looked at me in horror.
“What?” I said in response to his scowl. “They’re going to be wiped off the face of the planet. I’ve seen enough of those games to be able to tell you that without any doubt. I have two kids, you know.”
Max looked appalled and said, “That’s the spread of the corona virus map, Fiona. It’s from Johns Hopkins University.’