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Spurt some lotion on me!

Well, what can I say.  I think you know I love to go sailing, and fishing, and all those good things. However as a busy crossdressing advertising executive I do have to earn a crust.

I am pleased to say that the company I work in does embrace working from home. So, more often than not I do work from my kitchen table. All this is well and good. However, when a good friend suggests we head south for the winter and find warmer climes for a little, the appeal of being at home in Vancouverā€™s inclement winter weather being at home has its drawbacks. So much better to be working a stones throw from the beach in, say, Mexico.

With that in mind I packed up my swimsuits, bikinis and fishing rod and decided that this trannie needs an infusion of sun. For the next month Iā€™ll be writing from Mexico and covering all my many responsibilities from a warmer location.  Which is why right now I am wearing an orange bikini top, Daisy Duke shorts and sandals.

This comes at a time when I am seeing a great deal upheaval in the online world. Twitter unceremoniously dumped 10 ā€“ yes 10, count them ā€“ of my Twitter accounts. Over 90,000 followers left in the lurch. Thanks Elon, you fat douche. Iā€™ve relocated to Mastadon – https://mastodon.online/@FionaDobson. However, I have always liked the ability to dash off a quick tweet to my members. This forced me into a little bit of a rethink. And the conclusion I reached was a little surprising.

A lot has changed online in the last three years. Iā€™ve been connecting with my members for over six years now, and it will be seven in March. So, itā€™s unsurprising that the online landscape has changed a bit. About three years ago I got kicked off Patreon. Well, my content has shifted a bit, and Patreonā€™s policies have changed a little, so with the loss of Twitter Iā€™ve decided to fill the gap by returning to Patreon.

My new Patreon presence is a little different though. This time round it will be a little more ā€˜behind the scenes with Fionaā€™ in itā€™s feeling. You can also now use that as a method to buy the other levels of membership ā€“ Good Gurls ā€“ Seahorses ā€“ Premium Program ā€“ but now Iā€™ve added a new tier, Behind the scenes with Fiona.  This is really for people who want to let me sit on their knee as I go through my daily adventures and tributlations. Iā€™ll be sharing the day to day events of your favorite crossdressing advertising executive there for just $9.99 a month.

The high waist is a perfect way to make the swimsuit your own look. Add a wrap and you’re decent for dinner.

If youā€™re not sure about it give it a try for a month.  You can find it here. Of course all my other content will be continuing as before, though now with some rather neat refinements to make it even more titillating.  Sylvester loves it when I use that word, by the way. You know, he really can be rather coarse at times.

Of course, if you go behind the scenes with me youā€™ll be hearing a lot  more information about what goes on in Mexico over the next month, and you can enjoy it directly on Patreonā€™s App. Itā€™s a cool little set up. Youā€™ll be helping me a lot if you go over there and have a look at it.

In the meantime, Just so you know, I am posting content virtually daily now on the site. Thereā€™s a lot of new material, and often you can visit the site and find me chatting there. Itā€™s not a bot, itā€™s really me. I love chatting on the system with my lovely members.

Iā€™m also pleased to bring something else to your attention.  You may have heard Jules Sanderson voicing some of my stories lately.  Well, Jules is a counselor and will be offering counseling to members who are struggling with gender identity issues. That will be happening in the new year, and will be billed out by Jules. If this is an area you feel you might need help in drop me a line and I will pass those enquiries over to Jules.

Now, thereā€™s a young man looking at me quizzically and holding a couple of margueritas hopefully.  I think Iā€™ll invite him over to sit on my left hand while I proof read this message and then send it to you.

😊

Fiona

PS. Leaving Vancouver behind for a while is a double edge sword. I can’t bring all the things I love from that beautiful city. Enjoy Bryan Adams.

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A little about my busy work day.

What a busy week it’s been . I’ve also nearly been rushed off my crossdressing advertising executive feet with work.

To give you an idea of my life at the agency I can give you a little window into typical day, since I know you’re sure to be interested.

Just yesterday I had to run into the office, which I generally avoid these days, but there were two or three meetings I had to attend. The agency handles a number of pro bono accounts for charities, and I often oversee these.

Called into the boardroom I listened to the new ideas for the Eczema fundraising campaign. Call it my sensitive nature, if you like, but when I get a good idea in my head it really is like an itch I have to scratch, which is why I keep such a tight handle on the accounts I run. I like to keep a close eye on the way the our clients are represented. I really don’t know why Desmond, one of the young account executives, would think that a scratch and win card would be an appropriate fund raising campaign for that particular account.

I was cornered at the watercooler between meetings at one point, by one of the boys in Creative.

“Fiona,” said Jeff, “you remember the lady that did that presentation on ‘Sexual Harassment in the Workplace’?”

“Which one,” I replied. “There were two of them. The tall one or the short one?”

“The one with the great rack,” said Jeff.

“Oh, that would be Joan,” I replied as I slipped away thinking that the workshop was lost on some of the boys in Creative. There was a smell of irony hanging in the air as I made my way back to my office to meet with the Leprosy Awareness Foundation delegation, who have asked us to come up with some ideas for their funding drive in a month or two.

An advertising agency brings a lot to a non-profit organisation such as this one. Sometimes the distance that an outside view can bring to an account will make all the difference. So, mentioning to the two very tightly wrapped and suited ladies sitting in my office, that a finger buffet may not be the best type of event at which to showcase their good work on behalf of the Foundation was something I had to tactfully suggest.

These are just some of the things that fill my day. You cannot imagine the relief of getting home, kicking off my heels and settling down for a nice cup of tea at the end of the day, Hannibal, my dachshund, sitting in my lap as I listen to a few gentle tracks to relax at the end of the day. I usually slip into some nice leggings and do a few stretches to finally let go of the office stress.

If you love to take great selfies, you might find the series I am running on the site this month of interest. You can find The Crossdresser’s Guide To Selfies HERE. Remember there’s a ton of free content on the site which you can access by drilling down through the tags at the end of the posts.

I do hope you’re enjoying the content on my site. If you’ve not already done so be sure to join one of my programs. If you’re already in one, thank you. I really do appreciate the support of my members. Oh, that reminds me! I have to prepare some ideas for a new client that manufactures brassieres.

Have a lovely week.

Fiona

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Let’s try to be accepting of others.

Ali has been here in Canada for several years now, having arrived as a refugee along with his lovely family from Syria. As I have mentioned before he was a botany professor in Damascus University prior to the war there, and is now my gardener. His knowledge of fauna and flora really is most extensive.

Arriving from a country such as Syria one does have to check some of the experiences and baggage that we bring, at the door ā€“ as it were. Jeff, who looks after immigration at our local airport, says that most immigrants are all too ready to let go of the past and look forward to their new life in Canada. And many, like Ali, bring some wonderful talents to our communities, regardless of what they may have done in the past. Like many of us, Ali does not talk much about his former life. I imagine it could be quite dark but have had few glimpses of what it may have entailed. Itā€™s really none of my business.

Jeff takes great pride in telling me that he checks the passports of all immigrants arriving at the airport (other than when heā€™s on his lunch break or picking up his kids from school). He says that Canada accepts the poor, the disadvantaged and the impotent. He then rather sheepishly adds that unfortunately, while the poor and disadvantaged regularly show up, unfortunately the impotent couldnā€™t come.

Aliā€™s language skills, however, appear to still require some polish. As I sat drinking my morning tea in my kitchen Ali joined me and flicked through the local paper that had just been delivered.  I had just finished my daily yoga workout and was still in my pink leggings and powder blue sports bra, thatā€™s so good for working out.

He took his tea black and was quite absorbed in the paper.

ā€œIt says here,ā€ he said at length, ā€that the city is going to have a ā€˜pilot racoon cullā€™.ā€

ā€œItā€™s about time,ā€ I said, knowing how mischievous the racoon population of Huckleberry Close can be. ā€œTheyā€™re too clever by half.ā€

Ali frowned as he read the article.

ā€œItā€™s just that you wouldnā€™t think they could do that,ā€ he replied.

ā€œWhat do you mean?ā€ I said sensing something amiss.

Sipping his tea Ali continued reading without looking up and turned the page.  ā€œYouā€™d think theyā€™d fail the eye test.  I did.ā€

I sometimes wonder about Ali and his command of English. It is, however, better than my command of his obscure dialect of Arabic. Iā€™d given up my attempts to learn his language after failing to master such a simple phrase as ā€œIs it safe to drink the water in this hospital?ā€

We all of us have our own particular perspective that brings a bit of ourselves to all we observe. As a crossdressing non-binary person, when I see a Zebra I do not take offence at the black and white nature of the creature. Ali, on the other hand, sees a majestic beast of the African plains while Sebastian sees a walking barcode. He then goes on to pretend to scan it in much the same way as the checkout girl in the corner store, and adds, ā€œAt least itā€™s easy to keep track of them.ā€

We all of us have our divergent ways of looking at things and each is equally correct. As trans people I think we have to learn acceptance of others with views that donā€™t align with our own. They, like us, are travelling their own journey. As people who are often misunderstood, it is up to us to try to understand others – the good, the bad and the ugly – with kindness and without judgement.

But that is not the main reason Iā€™ve written to you this morning.  Iā€™ve been adding new content to some of my programs.  They are now even better value than ever. Be sure to join if youā€™ve not done so already. I always do my very best for my lovely members.

😊

Fiona

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I’m never too busy to shop.

Iā€™ve just finished a busy week of work at the advertising agency. Iā€™ve hardly had time to do the volunteering I love to do down at the SPCA. I often help out in their office.  Itā€™s so tiny, though. Thereā€™s hardly room to swing a cat in there!

I have however had time to get a little shopping in.  I decided to pay a visit to the department store downtown, and Sylvester, my mechanic, joined me. When heā€™d finished going round and round in the revolving door he followed me into the lingerie department. He really can be infantile at times, you know.

Such a delightful way to spend the afternoon. Looking at lingerie with a neanderthal companion. He is however good at carrying boxes while Iā€™m shopping. You can find some of my shopping list suggestions HERE.

In the meantime I thought you might enjoy the video below.Ā  Itā€™s a talk by Paula Stone Williams. They transitioned in their fifties and experienced life as both a man and a woman.Ā  Their perspective is worth hearing. If youā€™d like more content on the psychology of crossdressing, you can find it on my site here – https://fionadobson.com/tag/psychology/.

Have a great week.

😊

Fiona

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There’s no ‘f’ in trannies!

The latest episode of Clothes Maketh The Man is out. You can find it here.

Before I go any further, I should clarify something for Mildred from Colorado Springs, in response to your question of how to prevent her puppy stealing food from kitchen surfaces I had advised her to put it in the fridge. I was, of course, referring to the food, and not the dog. I understand Spot is making a full recovery, but now avoids confined spaces.

Now that things are a little less locked down I am having more guests over at my place.  Last night Sylvester and I enjoyed a nice glass of wine while we waited for Marjory and Amanda, my wifeā€™s appalling friend, to arrive for a night of board games. Apparently Amanda was a little late getting home, her industrial welding class having over run.

Thereā€™s no ā€˜fā€™ in ā€˜Tranniesā€™ said Sylvester, as I arranged the letters on the Scrabble board.

ā€œDonā€™t be so silly,ā€ I said as I placed the lettered tiles on the board. ā€œThere, ā€˜Transferenceā€™ and the ā€˜Tā€™ is on a double word score.ā€

Iā€™ve been trying to keep Sylvester amused as heā€™s been moping about the place recently. I think heā€™s a little jealous of Marjory, whoā€™s in a lesbian relationship with Amanda. All the same he did his best to be gracious, and put some music on while we played the game.

Marjory, who is very big on the competitive eating circuit, enjoys country music and Sylvester created a selection of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson classics.

ā€œSylvester,ā€ said Marjory, ā€œYou have such good taste.  Iā€™m a little surprised.ā€

Sylvester looked a little sheepish, and then Marjory added, ā€œIā€™ve always liked Johnny Cash, but Iā€™ve never really been a fan of Willieā€™s.ā€

Sylvester cast a sideways glance at Amanda, but wisely said nothing. Poor Sylvester.

But thatā€™s not the main reason Iā€™m writing to you tonight. Iā€™m just letting you know that thereā€™s a new episode of Clothes Maketh The Man out, part 52, and reminding all my members that Iā€™ve recently added some wonderful new hypnosis files to the Seahorse Program.  Mistress Meg has been particularly busy, creating some great material. Thereā€™s always plenty of hypnosis files on the site, many of which are free, and they can be found by following this link.

I have adjusted some of my pricing recently giving a discount to those booking for a one year subscription. Be sure to check out my programs here ā€“ http://FionaDobson.com/my-programs

Have a lovely week,

Fiona Dobson

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Wrap your lips around this.

First of all I should make a quick correction, for the benefit of one of my members who has contacted me regarding some confusion in advice I gave her recently. When I said that a pair of sugar tongs may be used to pull fur balls from a cat, I should have pointed out that these are found in the catā€™s throat. Now that thatā€™s clarified, I can get along with todayā€™s post.

While I do not condone smoking in an way, I admit that at New Year I will sit in my conservatory and smoke a cigar with Sylvester to celebrate the arrival of the new year. I know itā€™s not very ladylike, but Mistress Meg and Katia Thornwood do enjoy the occasional puff and as long as itā€™s just once a year I donā€™t really have a problem with it.

As I sat in a ratan chair, blowing snow piling up outside the window, I remarked to Sylvester that nothing can really beat getting your lips round eight inches of Cuban and that itā€™s a lovely way to start the new year.

My long maxi pleated skirt fell about my stockinged legs, as we sat there watching the snow. I felt nice and cozy in the night, warmed by a sherry and a radiator which keeps this pleasant room toasty on cold winter nights.

Sylvester blew a smoke ring and then said, ā€œI didnā€™t realise these cigars were from Cuba.ā€

ā€œThe cigars? Oh, no I think these are from Nicaragua,ā€ I replied.

He really should follow the plot.

Anyway, thatā€™s not the main reason I am writing. Thereā€™s a fun new self hypnosis on my site which I thought Iā€™d tell you about. You can find it here.

I hope 2022 is getting off to a good start for you.

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Fiona

http://FionaDobson.com

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I’ve been having a little trouble with my colon!

Iā€™ve been having some dreadful trouble with my colon lately. Now, I know what youā€™re thinking, but ever since Max changed some of the settings on my computer keyboard I just keep getting a problem with it! I think he reset the layout to the French keyboard!

In the cold wintery weather weā€™re having Iā€™m going to remind all my girls the importance of moisturizing your skin. Using a nice aloe cream helps, and you can find them at any pharmacy or health food store. It keeps you looking fresh and really helps your skin. You can also find some here.

I am busily chatting with a few of the suppliers who sometimes give some great discounts to my members. It’s always nice to nail down an agreement with a company that provides great clothes and makeup for my members. Be sure to check out my shopping list here.

I can see Ali working on my bush, in the garden ā€“ heā€™s saying something about that not being the only thing that going to get nailed. Aliā€™s English is very selectively intermittent.

Now, if youā€™re not already a member I suggest you do join up soon, whether you choose to as a Good Gurl, for just $1 a month, or one of the more extensive programs.

Oh, I have to go nowā€¦ I can see Auntie Kittie heading up the drive, Iā€™d better hide the sherry!

Have a lovely week and be sure to let me know how youā€™re getting on.

Ciao.

Fiona

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Marjorie’s got old man’s beard in her bush!

When Ali, my gardener, came in to my kitchen and announced that my next door neighbour, Marjorie, had old manā€™s beard in her bush I was most concerned.

ā€œBut Ali, you realise Marjorie is in a relationship with Amanda, donā€™t you?ā€

ā€œItā€™s the same every year,ā€ he said in frustration. ā€œShe doesnā€™t take care of her bush at all. And with this rainā€¦ Itā€™s so moist. If sheā€™s not careful it will get into our garden.ā€

ā€œWell now,ā€ I said feeling a little awkward and not quite sure where to look. ā€œHow very disturbing,ā€ I said.

Itā€™s so very easy to have misunderstandings when your gardener has an understanding of English thatā€™s less than perfect. In fact, this very morning after I had pulled on some stockings and a lovely little kilt, I found myself answering one of the many emails I get to clear up a rather disturbing misunderstanding. Having advised one of my members, Mildred from Colorado Springs, on some issues she was having with training her new puppy she reached out to me feeling most distressed.

As you probably know I am a font of assistance to my members. I had, as I remember, suggested that to help her acclimatize the puppy to itā€™s new surroundings she should take the animal into each of the rooms in itā€™s new home in turn, and then put it down on some old newspaper. Well, youā€™d think those instructions were impossible to misinterpret. Apparently I was mistaken.

I really do make every effort to help my lovely members. And of course, that unusual group, my Seahorses, enjoy the attention of Mistress Meg, who has been busy uploading some new content to the site. If youā€™re a Seahorse member you may already be enjoying the excitement of The Stories Your Mother Never Told You. When one of Mistress Megā€™s clients asks her to look after a journal written years ago by his mother she agrees to do so, on condition she can read the content. As she learns of his motherā€™s lascivious behaviour what can she possibly do, but read the content to her client, while he is bound and made to listen.

These disturbing accounts are perfect for my delightful Seahorse members. You can learn about Valerie and her friends in this 1950ā€™s story that draws back the curtain on a decade of naughtiness. If youā€™re not already a Seahorse member you might want to join this special group in the run up to Christmas.

If you’re looking for ideas for a treat why not check out my Shopping list. There’s always ideas for a few fun things to get yourself there. And don’t forget, if you’re not already in one of my programs they’re a wonderful way to enjoy yourself over the holiday season.

Have a great week.

Fiona.

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My dog, Hannibal, has been interred!

Well, I thought what Sylvester was saying was that Hannibal, my dachshund had been interred. Wondering if this were some punishment for running wildly about the park, I assumed he meant heā€™d been taken by the bylaw officer. This is what you get for letting your friend walk your dog.

Iā€™d have walked Hannibal myself, were it not for the fact that I need my legs waxed. Rainbow has been kind enough to come over to help, and after weā€™ve finished weā€™ll be enjoying an eggplant yoghurt facial she has concocted. As you can imagine I am using the term ā€˜enjoyingā€™ advisedly. Iā€™m sure you understand thereā€™s a certain amount of scheduled maintenance has to happen to keep up appearances, as a crossdressing account executive at the advertising agency. Much as one would care for a beautiful object, or as Bernard, my photographer, put it rather unkindly a large public building.

Sylvester thinks Hannibal, who is extremely sweet particularly when he snarls at Amanda, is a chick magnet. Whenever he walks Hannibal young women who ought to know better come up to Sylvester and start fawning over him. I mean, Hannibal, not Sylvester. Fawning over Sylvester would be like fawning over a Caterpillar Tractor. As a result Sylvester enjoys walking Hannibal some days, usually after the local yummy mummies have dropped there screaming charges off at the Huckleberry Montessori Daycare Centre For Spoiled Brats.

He wanders around the park looking sombre and brooding like a poet or a man recently widowed who needs the loving embrace of a dissatisfied young mother. Preferably blonde, a former gymnast, and quite possibly with poor English skills.

ā€œWhat do you mean, Sylvester,ā€™ I said into the phone. ā€œThey canā€™t inter my dog!ā€™

ā€œNo, heā€™s been ā€˜interredā€™. Itā€™s a fancy way of saying heā€™s got very dirty.ā€

I paused. I think Sylvester has been spending too much time with Ali, my Syrian gardener.

ā€œI donā€™t think thatā€™s what that means,ā€ I said. ā€œIf you mean heā€™s dirty I suggest you bring him back here and give him a good wash. And I donā€™t mean like last time.ā€

I could tell Sylvester was about to protest and quickly added, ā€œSylvester, throwing Hannibalā€™s ball through Mr. Singhā€™s car wash does not count as cleaning my dog. Iā€™m still getting abusive phone calls from him from the last time.ā€

I hung up the phone and returned to the business at hand, Katia having recently arrived and was presently sitting with Rainbow and myself contemplating the yoghurt facial. 

ā€œDo you plan to eat it or fix the grouting with it?ā€ she asked.

As you likely know, Katia Thornwood is what I can best be described as a disciplinarian, working with some of my Seahorse members. These are those special members who require that extra little helping hand in their dressing. Katia and Mistress Meg look after them and can be found on my Patreon. However, Katia was visiting my house to discuss some minor business matters and was looking forward to seeing Sylvester.

ā€œHeā€™s a very useful sort of chump,ā€ observed Katia. ā€œHe leant me some of that very fine oil for a pair of nipple clamps I use on my visitors. Iā€™ve been using them a while now, and I hardly hear a squeak out of them.ā€

ā€œThe clamps or the visitors,ā€ I asked.

ā€œBoth,ā€ she replied. ā€œI have these rather frightening surgical shears Iā€™d like him to oil. Theyā€™re most intimidating. They look perfect for castration.ā€

I winced a little and then said, ā€œWell you can be sure your clients would speak highly of you after that.ā€

Katia sniggered and replied that theyā€™re really just for show and insisted itā€™s good to maintain her tools.

Fiona

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It’s a cruel summer.

What a great time to go out and find the perfect bikini. Here in Vancouver we’re living with some pretty nasty forest fires nearby, and smoke has become an issue. So many climate related issues reminds me of the importance of having exactly the right thing to wear as the earth spirals into global warming and frying us to a crisp.

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I must say that last time I spoke to my good friend Greta Thurnberg I did say that as much as I just loved the idea of reducing our carbon footprint I thought she might put some energy getting a little makeup organised, and some nice footwear. I mean to say, if you’re worried about your carbon footprint it stands to reason that you should at least try to adapt with style.

All that said, it does rather strike me that the leaders of today, and I am thinking of Dickie Branson, Elon and Bezos, all of whom are doing their best to leave the planet, might temper some of their efforts and rather than burning rocket fuel in our precious atmosphere, try improving life down here instead. I can think of many people I’d love to shoot into space, but frankly none of those rockets seem to be very environmentally friendly. I mean, are any of these rockets ‘low emission’ models?

Be sure to stay covered up on days when there’s a high UV index. And check out this lovely swimsuit. Perfect for the well dressed crossdresser to wear for a day at the beach.

Have a lovely week,

Fiona

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Sylvester wants me to suck his twelve incher!

What an eventful week. It all started with Sylvester, but then doesnā€™t it always.Ā  He had a nasty fall from the toilet after a particularly strong curry. I have been trying to be as supportive as possible, visiting and bringing over things he needs while he rests up.

I should point out that over the years Sylvester has become much more than simply my mechanic. He is a dear friend and we often used to travel together. A couple of years ago we visited England and explored my childhood home on the Isle of Wight. Apart from doing a few touristy things, we did visit one of my neighbours who has been a friend of my since childhood. He lives on a neighboring farm and apart from the usual stock keeps a few chickens and rare avian breeds. I always look forward to seeing his woodcock, pullet and swallow.

And of course thereā€™s always the fun of buying a few souvenirs to bring back to friends at home. Last time I remember we brought back sticks of rock for friends. I should explain that these are long shafts of hard candy about a foot long, often with the name of the place it comes from set into it. I donā€™t really think thereā€™s a North American equivalent of this, much to the disappointment of dentists throughout the new world.

When I dropped off a few things to make Sylvester more comfortable while he rests up this week he asked me if Iā€™d like to suck on his twelve incher, and then handed me a stick of rock left over from our trip. You can probably imagine how surprised I was. So many of my trips provide me with memories that will never leave me.  At least, not without a long course of therapy.

I expect it will be a little while before we once again share the joys of being squeezed into economy seating on an airline next to a fat guy that brought his own salami. I may even get to the stage where I miss the body searches that Jeffrey at the airport always gives me when I arrive back home. Jeffrey is the sweet young man that looks after customs at our the airport. The last couple of times heā€™s insisted on doing the search even though I was just picking up a friend returning from a local flight and had just parked my car. He really is quite familiar. He could save us all a lot of time and just ask me out on a date, but I guess heā€™s just shy.

But thatā€™s not the main reason I am writing.Ā  I have been so thrilled with the following Iā€™m building on Patreon, I thought Iā€™d give you a quick heads up. I will be putting the base program price up soon, so if youā€™re not already in there and Ā want to get in to the $1 a month level itā€™s probably a good idea to get in there soon. As I said to Jeffrey last time I came through arrivals, as he gave me that knowing smile and pulled his glove on, ā€œyouā€™d better get in there quickly before I put it up.ā€

By the way I Max has posted my latest story on the Fiona Dobson Patreon, which you can access free here. It’s a cautionary tale for those members crossdressing in their senior years, and it’s really worth a listen.

😊

Fiona

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Sylvester’s got his knob out and is giving it a polish.

We had a little socially distanced gathering the other day which I feel I should tell you about.  Amanda, as you likely know, is my wifeā€™s friend and the editor of Pig And Pig Farmer Weekly, the seventh most popular pig related publication in the Midwest. As such I have found inviting her to some brainstorming sessions has helped at times. On this occasion Bernard, my photographer, and Sebastian were also present.

Poor Sebastian, heā€™s very worried about his sister, who you will remember made a small error and applied for the job involving a little ā€˜light house keepingā€™, and is now positioned in the far north manning a navigation outpost alone in the northern arctic. Bernard is also feeling quite disrupted. He loves to go hunting and fishing. The cold months unfortunately reduce his leisure activities substantially. So, you can see the need for a something to destress us all seemed quite pressing.

ā€œI think we should address the elephant in the room,ā€ said Bernard. Naturally I glanced at Amanda. He continued, ā€œwe need some direction.  Something to help us see past how difficult things are at the moment. We need some goals.ā€

ā€œYou are so right, Bernard,ā€ I agreed. ā€œItā€™s like my friend Justin said just the other day. Spring is coming! We should remember that!ā€

Itā€™s not unusual for me to have a call from the Prime Ministerā€™s office late in the evening, with Mr. Trudeau looking for a little advice.  He often asks me for a helping hand, and I am always happy to give him one.

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Preparing yourself for your next adventure.

Thereā€™s a temptation to think of crossdressing as something people only do in the privacy of an intimate environment. In many cases that is true, though most of us would like to take it further, but stifle this desire.

Breaking out of this mold and dressing outdoors is a major step for many of us and leads to a better understanding of the fluid nature of our gender. Once the initial trepidation is over come ā€“ and, yes, I could write a book on that alone ā€“ then a new world emerges. It feels wonderful to find this, and for many itā€™s the first time they feel entirely comfortable and can be themselves.

As one enjoys the freedom to wear what we want, and be who we are, it starts to feel increasingly comfortable. I often point people toward this article to get a better basic understanding of crossdressing, and what it means to you. Itā€™s the experience in the end that is our best teacher, though. It takes courage to make those first steps. You might think of it as the price you have to pay to be your true self.

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Are you lactose intolerant? Don’t tell Mistress Meg.

I am so pleased to see that my personal trainer, Sebastian, is finally calming down. In isolation, along with his sister, Rainbow, heā€™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.

ā€œHe does seem to be a little on edge,ā€ I said. ā€œIt makes it hard to relax as I am doing yoga. He is rather highly strung.ā€

ā€œYes,ā€ replied Meg. ā€œHe probably should be.ā€

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.

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Even when you’re on your own, I’m right here with you.

Hi there,

I hope youā€™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. Ā There’s even hypnosis. We’ve got it all. Be sure to come on in and explore.

Many of you have enjoyed Clothes Maketh The Man. This is an ongoing story, and I am currently working on Part 44. Hereā€™s a link to the Clothes Maketh The Man posts.

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, ā€œfew dare protest, for fear of what might be pushed into their easily silenced mouth.ā€

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. 

ā€œHeā€™s such a good boy,ā€ 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 sheā€™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 ā€“ 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 ā€“ and donā€™t forget, youā€™re not alone. Weā€™re getting through this together.

Fiona