Me.. We-ll, mostly ME,
more to follow
Hmmmm.. Always was going to be a puzzle, this bit. I mean, what do I say? How did I get here?
Why do I do it? Er... If only I knew.
I guess it started when i first began to see the differences between boys and girls. And noticed, they got different
things to wear. Softer things. Pretty things. Okay, it's only now I call them pretty things, back then, I only saw them
as being very different to what I got to wear.
Finding my way into a friends big sisters room, and sneaking a look into her underwear drawer..... WOWSERS!
So strange, soft to touch. Something went CLICK, and the rest is history. At home, I found an old case full of
my mothers teen pettis and slips.... Wait until I was left at home on my own... Try them on...
EEK! Something stirring down below.... And that was it... Hooked... Lingerie addict!
And of course, the old getting caught bit. Oops. Thrashed, shouted at for being a pervert, had to look that up!
Taken to the child psychologist. That was sooo much fun... Long cosy chats, I think he cured me....GIGGLES!
So then the rebel without a clue bit began. Looking for trouble? Just follow me!
The druggie bit.The gang bit, the biker gang bit... been there, done that.
All the time, being the big tough guy. Wear womens clothes? Me? I'll F***ing kill you!
Well at least the folks thought i wasn't dressing... Little did they know!
Well, they knew alright. Every now and then, they would find my little stash of bras and panties.
Have a rough night at the bar? Knuckles a bit sore? Just slip into something soft and lacey.... Cured.
So, for years, there I was... Big, hairy Bas***d, beard way down my chest,( Worse than ZZ-Tops!), but at night,
pretty underewear. Even started to buy dresses, skirts, tops. Hmmmmm.
After many years of this, I found a shop in Fife... You know the one I mean.. Enough adverts for them already!
Started to meet others, but still clung onto the beard. Even went to a few events... Wow, loads of Bikers.... Hmmm
Then, one year, Tiff bought me a L/G dress for my birthday... all ribbons and bows... sooooooooooooo sweet.
Sort of thing you couldn't wear with a beard. And off it came... For only the 3rd time since my teens,
no hair on my chin. And for the first time since about 13, no hair on top lip!
Oh dear, Trudy was out into the world. Well, in version 1 of this site, the face was blanked out to hide the
hairy face. Okay.. Ha HA to the cow at the back of the room that said," Should still be blanked out sweetie".
Enough already!
Stepped out into the World at the Harmony weekend. Bit nervous ... but a bit of French courage,
(thank you Pernod!), no worries... phew!
Then on the Saturday afternoon, I had to play the Vicar at a wedding... EEK! In front of everone. More Pernod again!
Next stop, the Tinsel and Glitter weekend in Blackpool.
Great party, met loads of lovely people. And then my first time out the door.
Four of us took a taxi into town. Into Funny Girls. Gulp! Nothing like a small venue for stepping out.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
A BIG thanks to all the wonderfull people I've met along the way.
I could never done it without you.
Hugzzzzzzzzzz and Kisses all-round.
