Eyebrows, Legs, and Gossip

 

Eyebrows are a bit like chair legs – I made a stool at school, and it sat square as can be – but if you get one that doesn’t sit square, it’s the devils own job to get the legs the same length agian, all round. It’s the same with my eyebrows. I get them almost right, when I think it only needs one more pluck, one more hair to sort it out; but – pulling it out leaves a gaping hole. OK, perhaps not GAPING, but the aesthetic line I was after has gone. To get the shape back then takes some serious plucking, and serious  plucking isn’t appreciated by Jay. But now I’ve found the antidote to the white skin, that plucking leaves behind – yes, it’s my eye-shadow. By chance I have got just the right colour to dab on the offending areas, and disguise all my efforts. Ok, perhaps one week is too short a time to claim absolute success, but if Time Team can postulate the existence of a Roman villa from finding just one tessera, then I can do some heavy postulating of my own – LoL.

Did I mention the problem with epilating one’s legs? Not the – don’t do that problem! – but the problem with hairs growing under the skin as they head for the light. My lady GP suggested using an exfoliating wash with one of those balls of nylon mesh. This did reduce the problem a bit, but the thing that cured the problem, was using one of those ‘silky mitts’ – sandpaper for rubbing your legs. Used every few days, it keeps the hair holes open, so they pop out, ready for the next waxing. Some of them don’t re-grow, and I’ve lost two thirds of my shin hair. I keep hoping the rest will give up too – LoL.
You know those little homilies that people add to there signatures, which can be quite entertaining, as you browse the forums and blogs – a recent fave; Only dead fish go with the flow. Well, my best favourite one, that I’ve seen being used on Angels Forum is – It’s easier to get forgiveness, than to get permission – and that is so like life, as we, (I), know it. I do do things on a whim, on the spur of the moment, without a thought for consequences etc. If I stop to think or plan – then it’s not going to happen – I’ll get cold feet first -LoL.
Lists were to the forefront earlier recently, – we were talking about a list of ‘Firsts’ and I said I could only manage a couple of items if I tried hard. Tina knew I must have more than that, and I must admit, I was exaggerating my lack of ‘firsts’ for editorial effect. Some of my firsts were oncers; for example, I’d been to ma’s, and headed back to my sister’s-in-law place via Tescos, and I had come away with a top and bra. So as it was a dark, 5 pm on a late winter’s afternoon, I put them on and went for a stroll around New Romney. I just adored the frisson, and only got one strange look, when I got sussed getting back into my car.
The current trend among my lovely bloggers is fascinating too. Tina was chatting about respect, which is a key word in our family – something we tried to instil into the terrible trio – and we blame the ills of the world on lack of respect. I was chattering about wanting some acceptance, and Demi has been chatting about the responsibilities we have for our partners and families. The subjects are all interlinked I think, as we all need a bit of all three. Looks like you’ve got homework again.

Hugs to you all, Anna.

 

Hysteresis, and some cross-dressing – at last!

There was a very interesting program on the Open University umpteen years ago, and it used a 3D graph that explained how people react to events. Why is it interesting? Because it explained why, when you upset your partner big time, the explosion doesn’t come until sometime later, but when it does, you actually have to improve a huge amount, (be amazingly contrite etc), before they flip back to cheerfulness. Flipping describes it just right too. There is something similar in science and maths called hysteresis, where the effects of an action, trail behind that action. So, calling your partner a silly moo today, may bring a big problem tomorrow.

It’s hysteresis that has proved my undoing. Over several years, I was gradually cultivating my feminine traits, and I thought I was doing very well, especially as I hadn’t had any adverse feedback from Jay. By this, I mean I was doing it full time. Then one day, she noticed that Bob wasn’t that Bobish, I guess – and kaboom. Retracting some of the femininity did no good; I had to go almost all the way back to Bobsville. The kaboom happened after a visit from my lovely sister-in-law, so she may have awoken Jay to all those small changes I had made. I adore them both, so I can’t blame them, can I? I haven’t a plan yet of where to go from here though, but I’m not giving up my cross dressing time, and my yearning to explore and show off my femininity.

Talking of cross dressing, did I mention that I have been practicing wearing my wig? and that I caught an image of myself in the mirror – and that I looked like my daughter. She’s lovely, and quite pretty, so that’s no bad thing. The other night, I had my first big dress up since the broken wrist saga – I have been a bit reluctant to do any cross dressing really, but I didn’t let that worry me. First I had another wow! moment. I put the eye shadow on – properly this time, both shades, right up to the eyebrows. The brown was neat, but when you add the other, light colour, it all changes and looks – glorious. Then the other night, I decided to do eye shadow, wig, nylons, bra and everything. I was dressed in my favourite long skirt and blouse, sashaying about the room in my high heels, watching my image in the mirror, when I just smiled at the whole thing – and my features changed, and I just looked so utterly feminine, it was gorgeous. If I can capture that on camera, Ill plaster it all over my sites. So watch this space.

Wigs – a girl was asking on Angels, ‘How do other CDs cope with the head temperature, when they wear a wig all day?’ I’d like to know too – LoL. I couldn’t wear my current, cheap and horrible, wig outside though, as I think it’s a bit too big and loose. Noeleena gave me a site that does nice wigs, and sooner or later I will have to get something decent, and that means expensive – well, to me it does – LoL.

 

Hugs to every one, Anna

Eyeshadow, Lists, and Flack

I’ve been up to no good again. I have bought some eye shadow, and with my droopy eyelids you can’t see much of it, and just as well you’ll be thinking.

Since our last trip to the relatives in Kent and Essex, Jay has been whinging about the length of my fingernails. I admit they are longer than the average Bob nails, but a girl needs something pretty about their personage. Just to prove that Jay can’t have the last word on everything, I wanted to do something covert, and it’s just so much fun to experiment. Like the lipstick experiment, I wasn’t expecting to have it on very long, but when I tried applying the eye shadow, two things were very obvious; the droopy lids as just mentioned, and the colours I chose – a brown and light brown. I chose them because my son said that for most people, browns are the best colour. At least, thats what I think he said, and as I was in Aldi, unchaperoned – LoL – I took the opportunity to buy something girlie, and this looked like a good choice.
The darker of the two browns is only a trifle darker than my own skin colour, and tucked in under the eye brows, it doesn’t show up. So if it doesn’t show up, why am I doing it – because I can. It’s nice to practice with something innocuous too, and as I hinted at just now, it’s sort of gives me the feeling that I am one up on Jay. I’ve been out shopping in the village today too, and just to be out and about with something girlie on is sort of emboldening.

I was chatting the other day about eyebrows. On my visit around the relatives, I did a bit of eyebrow research, and I discovered what? That I have married into a family with ugly eyebrows – in fact, mine are the prettiest. Really!

Tina was chatting on her blog about her list of firsts. It was a gorgeously long list and I don’t think I could claim more than a couple of them for myself – if I stretch a point or two –LoL. Then I popped into Demi’s blog, and she had a list – but hers was from the other side so to speak – this was a list of things to aim at doing – and I had a few of those. She was actually writing a letter to someone who had left her a comment, ( I think, but check it out yourself), and so she was writing this, hoping the person would come back and read it. It’s a very nice read too. Hmmm, I guess that’s more home work eh?

Jess and I have a problem with labels – me, partly as I don’t always understand what they mean exactly, – and both of us, because people use the labels to isolate and denigrate various other parts of the T community. It seems to me that the Trans community is where the gay community was 20 or more years ago. The gay and lesbian groups have overcome a lot of the abuse and discrimination that used to be showered on them, and hopefully we can do the same. The problem is, those who stand up for us, seem to come in for a lot of stick, and perversely, a lot of it seems to come from within the T groups. This is a shame, as it’s bad enough coping with transphobics etc. with out dealing with a lot of flack from t-girls. Some of the flack comes from within the LBGT ubergroup, and you would have thought, seeing how much the LBGs in it have had to put up with, they would be more sympathetic. My immediate lesbian and gay friends, who don’t know I’m trans incidentally, don’t appear to be transphobic, but some of the high profile LBGs are certainly overcritical of individual t-girls. I’ve got a lot of help from Angels and Transliving, but you can’t rely on 100% support even from the girls there either, if you stick your head up over the parapet. There is a lot of criticism on hand every where it seems. I guess the flack only comes from a minority of people, but the are certainly vociferous.

Hugs Anna

Demi’s bit                                   http://demilautrec.blogspot.com/2009/09/buried-messages-from-mouths-of-babes.html
Jess’s bits which will explain my last ramblings      http://jessicas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-boxes.html

Tops for Bob and BEM sex-role inventory test

I’ve been thinking that I’m getting no where fast. I’ve missed my dressing time while I’m wearing my fibreglass cast – my fave tops won’t slip over the darnn thing. It’s sad that the only place I can’t be feminine is at home. OK, not quite true, I can be feminine any time Jay isn’t in the same room, but that’s the sad bit – the woman I adore is the biggest problem. As soon as I step out the door I go femme in my head, although I’m in bob mode, and I practice my walk and poise. I don’t care if I send out mixed messages, as I feel it’s my only chance to shake off the lie I live most of the time. I’m a girl, so I should act like one – shouldn’t I?

I guess I’m an enigma, but hey who cares. Not being who or what I feel am is what I care about. But, the other day we went to a local market, and I fell for some new tops – but they were tops for BOB, would you believe. It’s 7 years since I outed to Jay, and for the first few years or more I refused to buy anything for Bob. When I had the chance, I had bought stuff to wear as Anna, but nothing satisfied my rules for male attire. The rule was, they had to be ‘unisex’.

Now, I actually hate the term, because it translates as One Sex. It should be called Uni-style, because it is one style for both sexes. I dare say, my views won’t have any effect on the clothing trade – LoL. My big grouse with ‘unisex’ clothing is that, in practice, ‘Unisex’ clothing is male clothing, given some pretty colour ranges, to appeal to woman. And lets face it, girls don’t care about the gender style of their gear, because if they like it, they’ll wear it. Not finding ‘unisex’ in a femme style proved to be my blocker. I don’t like wearing anything that reinforces the male gender identity. When girls wear blue it’s fine, they are still girls, when I wear blue I’m waving a flag with MAN on it. As my clothes wore out I eventually had to buy some male gear – and although I keep looking at ‘unisex’ stuff, I haven’t actually got any. I guess you will be saying – “Silly moo – anything is better than nothing – grab that ‘unisex’ stuff Bob and on your way.”

The tops? They had a girlie shear quality about them, if that is the correct word. Filmy T-shirts. A black one, with square blocks in differing black stitch patterns on black; a white one with square blocks in differing black stitch patterns on white, creating greys; and a white one with a small amount of black on collars and hems. The stall had a massive range of female clothes in all styles and colours – how I’d adore having a shopping spree there for Anna.

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To end on a good note, I don’t have any problems with my femininity, and I’m even becoming comfortable with what little maleness I have too, the problems are with not having the freedom to be whom I know I am. ok, I lie. I could just say, “Ok, from today I’m not going to anything else but be female”, and say good bye to Jay and life as I know it. But love for Jay means I’ve decided to stay in this no womans land. I said I was a enigma – LoL.

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Now here’s the fun bit, ( well, I’ve got to give you some homework to do)! this link tests what parts your male and female sides have in your make up. I don’t think it’s meant to be taken too seriously. Me? My male side is 43% male, and the female side is 93% pure woman.

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http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-bem-sex-role-inventory-test

I’ve been thinking that I’m getting no where fast. I’ve missed my dressing time while I’m wearing my fibreglass cast – my fave tops won’t slip over the darnn thing. It’s sad that the only place I can’t be feminine is at home. OK, not quite true, I can be feminine any time Jay isn’t in the same room, but that’s the sad bit – the woman I adore is the biggest problem. As soon as I step out the door I go femme in my head, although I’m in bob mode, and I practice my walk and poise. I don’t care if I send out mixed messages, as I feel it’s my only chance to shake off the lie I live most of the time. I’m a girl, so I should act like one – shouldn’t I?

I guess I’m an enigma, but hey who cares. Not being who or what I feel am is what I care about. But, the other day we went to a local market, and I fell for some new tops – but they were tops for BOB, would you believe. It’s 7 years since I outed to Jay, and for the first few years or more I refused to buy anything for Bob. When I had the chance, I had bought stuff to wear as Anna, but nothing satisfied my rules for male attire. The rule was, they had to be ‘unisex’.

Now, I actually hate the term, because it translates as One Sex. It should be called Uni-style, because it is one style for both sexes. I dare say, my views won’t have any effect on the clothing trade – LoL. My big grouse with ‘unisex’ clothing is that, in practice, ‘Unisex’ clothing is male clothing, given some pretty colour ranges, to appeal to woman. And lets face it, girls don’t care about the gender style of their gear, because if they like it, they’ll wear it. Not finding ‘unisex’ in a femme style proved to be my blocker. I don’t like wearing anything that reinforces the male gender identity. When girls wear blue it’s fine, they are still girls, when I wear blue I’m waving a flag with MAN on it. As my clothes wore out I eventually had to buy some male gear – and although I keep looking at ‘unisex’ stuff, I haven’t actually got any. I guess you will be saying – “Silly moo – anything is better than nothing – grab that ‘unisex’ stuff Bob and on your way.”

The tops? They had a girlie shear quality about them, if that is the correct word. Filmy T-shirts. A black one, with square blocks in differing black stitch patterns on black; a white one with square blocks in differing black stitch patterns on white, creating greys; and a white one with a small amount of black on collars and hems. The stall had a massive range of female clothes in all styles and colours – how I’d adore having a shopping spree there for Anna.

To end on a good note, I don’t have any problems with my femininity, and I’m even becoming comfortable with what little maleness I have too, the problems are with not having the freedom to be whom I know I am. ok, I lie. I could just say, “Ok, from today I’m not going to anything else but be female”, and say good bye to Jay and life as I know it. But love for Jay means I’ve decided to stay in this no womans land. I said I was a enigma – LoL.

Now here’s the fun bit, ( well, I’ve got to give you some homework to do)! this link tests what parts your male and female sides have in your make up. I don’t think it’s meant to be taken too seriously. Me? My male side is 43% male, and the female side is 93% pure woman.

.http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-bem-sex-role-inventory-test

Disguising that Manliness or Passing or both

Since my last chat I have found the links to the subjects I mentioned in the last blog. I had to do a search on the Angels site, and so the links are quite long. I’ve included the links rather than cut and paste the text in defferrence to the original authors. I guess that means todays blog is going to look distinctly scruffy.

The post about hiding those manly characteristics was actually called “18 Ways to Disguise Maleness”, and the bit on eyebrows goes like this.

Quote:
18. Bushy eyebrows This is covered elsewhere on the site but plucking your eyebrows can greatly improve passibility, especially if you have a pair of Dennis Healey, woolly-bear caterpillars above your orbits. Always pluck from the bottom, pluck gradually and try not to get carried away. A visit to a professional beautician is a good idea at first, just to get the style that suits. You can buy eyebrow shaping kits from highstreet chemists but I’ve never actually tried them out.
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The full text for this post is at:-

http://www.angelsforum.co.uk/phpforum/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=37&p=81&hilit=maleness#p81

“Oh bother”, I thought on reading the paragraph, “Now I’ve got to find more eyebrows!”, so I went looking for them, and I quickly found a better bit on the hairy things in a post called “Tips on Passing” That one goes like this.

Quote:
Eyebrows Pay attention to eyebrows – if you can’t pluck them into a reasonable shape then you can conceal them and draw new ones. To conceal eyebrows, paint the brows against the direction of growth with a theatrical make-up adhesive and when it is tacky, press down. Next, smooth over the eyebrow with Kryolan Eyebrow Plastic (from Charles Fox) and use a sponge to apply a thin layer of Lashfix colourless eyelash adhesive on top (this forms a “skin” which provides a good base for foundation). Use a very soft eyebrow pencil to draw new brows and try to be realisitic! This takes a bit of practice but the results can be excellent.
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The full text for this post is at:-
http://www.angelsforum.co.uk/phpforum/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=35&p=79&hilit=eyebrows#p79
　
There are lots of interesting bits and pieces in those links, and you don’t have to register with Angels to read them – don’t you get miffed when you see a link to a very interesting blog etc, and when you get there, you have to register with another flipping site to read it? I guess it’s the way the blogs have been set up – but I’ve joined enough sites already – I don’t need any more. If your blog is not for public access, I’m going to lose interest fast – unless of course it is on one of the 3 sites I’m registered with already.

Happy blogging and surfing, Anna.

Some Successes, Some Setbacks

I need another computer, another contact with the outside world, out of sight from Jay. This one is ok, but I have to put my musings onto a memory stick/key thing and transfer it to my laptop – the Dilly Dell thing. I call it Dilly as in Dilly Daydream, cos the Dell people sell you a machine which is supposed to be all singing and dancing – and everything stops working in one form or another as the months pass, until you buy the upgrades. I refused to be cheated in this way, and got my software else-ware.

That’s not what I wanted to chat about. I just wanted a girlie chat. I noticed that some of my fave blogs are going through a slow period, and that made me aware of my own slowdown too. So I’m chatting.

When I first found the Angels site, I saw Joanna’s post – 10 things every Trannie should know about passing, or some such thing. I’d discovered one or two of them myself.

Waxing: now there’s a problem. I started waxing everything when I realised I was actually a girl, and most of them Jay has banned, but she hasn’t banned waxing the backs of my hands and fingers, or the ‘V’ cleavage of my chest. Waxing the backs of your hands was one of those ’10 things’. If I remember where it was, the list of 10 that is if you are not concentrating, I’ll post a link. The NfY, Niece from Yorkshire, told us a story about one of her workmates. He was so hairy, they nicknamed him Gorilla; it appears his hair went down his arms and right to the ends of his fingers. I had a bit of a smirk, me with thick hair down to my watch line, (when I wear a watch, which is rarely), and then nothing! That’s a bit mean though, calling a guy a gorilla, although gorillas are nice friendly creatures. I had waxed legs all last summer, but eventually the aggro got too much and so I stopped. I’ve bought some hair dye to dye them blonde, so they don’t show up – well, it’s not as if they won’t be there is it – but I’ve chickened out doing it so far.

Plucking the eyebrows – ouch. This is a success. Jay was not impressed when I first did it; the big give away being the pale skin uncovered by the plucking. The good news is – the skin tans up after awhile, and so I continued plucking the darn things without any more hissy fits. Jay trims them with scissors when she cuts my hair – she is very talented, and I love her to bits – so I also trim them myself with an electric razor, which keeps the mass down, while plucking helps the shape.

Nails; they are a blooming nuisance – they never stop growing – oh, you’ve noticed too – and they break off just as I’m getting them into a nice shape. Jay whinges if they get too long for her taste – but mostly she is OK. I think she must gradually get used to them, until suddenly – wham – she suddenly notices I’ve got nice medium length rounded – I don’t care for square – nails. The other thing that attracks unwanted attention is when we both go to grab the same biro or something, and I stab her with a nail – “Your nails are too blooming long again!” quickly follows the ‘ouch’. It’s no wonder that girls use stick on nails, but I have yet to try those. Hmm, that could be this months experiment!!!

Well, that was a nice chat, for me anyway. Bye for now, Anna.

A visit to Kent and Yorkshire

This is a tale of our recent travels to Kent and Yorkshire; a ‘visit the relations’ kind of trip, (in Bob mode as I’m still in that darn closet, and not even a hint of light around the door). We also went to relax a bit, but seeing that I am retired already on health grounds, you might think my life is just one session of relaxing, and so it is mostly.

You won’t want to read about everything we did, but there were a couple of interesting happenings. On our first visit to mum, (she’s 93, but her house is like a sauna, and not disable friendly, which is hard on Jay ); anyway, there we are at the door, I let us in and call, ‘Coohee’ or some trite thing, and this strange voice calls out. Mums Wednesday girl (WG) is there, who I don’t remember meeting before, but obviously I knew of her. WG goes in once a week; takes mum her money; takes her out if mum feels up to it; chats and sorts things out. What a lovely women. Jay is chatting to mum, and WG and I are talking about hairy arms and legs; wow -  how girly is that. I was in shorts and I still have hairless patches that have never grown back after my experiments with waxing. (Jay has banned waxing now). I just felt so feminine too, it was delightful. Every waking moment should feel like that. WG is an old school friend of my youngest sister – I might quizz her on WG later – I’m dieing to know if she sussed me out, as no one else has. When I see pictures of myself, in Bob mode, I often wonder why no one else sees the girl in me trying to get out.

We got back to sis-in-law and her No. 2 son was there with his partner, and 2 gorgeous daughters from his first partnership. What his new partner – he met her on the net, – yes reallly!! – sees in him I just don’t know – she’s very nice. He comes out with some right macho things – (he’s an MCP you see) – and when he does I take great delight in siding with the girls. I was a died in the wool feminist even before being gender dysphoric. So .. we had a chinese takeaway, did lots of chatting .. and they left mid evening.

Part two of our trip was to take sis-in-laws daughter back to Yorkshire. Because our house is disable friendly, we had been looking after her while she recovered from her hip op. So there we are, in our bedroom in Kent, and Jay decided that it would be a good idea to repack our cases, so that in Yorkshire we need only take one case out of the car. Problem – my femme underwear in my case, and it’s my case she wants to use!. I tried to put her off, but she wanted to do it THEN. I managed to heave everthing out of the case, and repack some clothes with the underwear between them. I went back later after Jay had finished add her clothing, and moved them to a safer place.

So … that’s my little story. We are back home .. all alone .. and it’s a delight .. except for one thing .. I wish I could have joined every one at Sparkle .. not to be this year .. but who knows, next year, or the one after perhaps .. I can but dream. I can’t wait to read everyone’s blogs – so get typing girls. I’ve copied this from my diary on Transliving by the way.

Sulks before breakfast.

Jay put a hot wash on the night before, and as I threw in some towels, I put in a pair of panties too. Jay does that, it is meant to spruce them up a bit. Jay always sleeps in later than me, so I didn’t think it would be a problem – wrong!

It’s 10 past 6am the next morning, no Jay in the bed, so I guess she is in the bathroom – I doze off and awake 15 minutes later – still no Jay. I sit up and look out of the window and Jay has hung my panties on the line and is staring at them in a concentrative pose. Hmm .. I’ll play dumb at see what happens. A sulking moody Jay is what happens, as she comes in and asks me if the underwear is mine.

‘Yes’ I say, as nonchalantly as possible.

‘I don’t want your clothes in with mine – do you understand’?

That’s got to be a result – sulks but no fireworks.

Underwear on show

When I first decided to go all out, at being a girl, the problem of clothing arose, and it was quite a while before I added underwear to the ensemble. I wanted to wear girl clothes all the time from day zero, and I thought that something androgynous, like jeans and jumpers would do, providing they were female jeans and jumpers of course. Jay hit that on the head straight away, and Andrea, (my first name for myself), went under cover. I started secretly wearing some old clothes of Jay’s that I found in the eaves of our house. I was counselled against doing this, and so I got some of my mum’s that I found in her attic. It was later still that sis gave me some that she had bought, and never got around to wearing. But underwear, that was another problem.

The problem was me – I was just so scared of finding that I was turned on by underwear. I was scared that if I tried wearing bras and panties, and I was turned on – then it would mean I wasn’t gender dysphoric, but just going through some late middle aged fetish – just a dirty old man. When wearing proper clothes, (women’s clothes that is), didn’t turn me on – but it just felt so right, comfortable, normal, and made me feel gloriously contented – but not aroused, thank goodness, then I decided to try underwear. I had bought some underwear from Aldi supermarket before, and I felt hugely embarrassed.

‘Surely everyone will know they are for me and not my wife’, I thought. The cashiers didn’t seem bothered. I had broken the ice – so to speak – before panty day, by buying hold-ups first, and later a bra. Now the panties; plain, white, and tight; they were my first choice, and since then I have experimented with thongs and shorts, and delicate colours, cottons and synthetics. The thongs were a waste of money, but a girl’s got to try everything, has she not? I still feel embarrassed when shopping for ‘delicates’, but not so much anymore – practice makes perfect. I like the cotton ones best, and the Sloggi from Matalan are very comfortable.

You are probably wondering where all this leading, and what was today’s faux pas. First off, I only wore the underwear when cross-dressing, but as I got more familiar with it, I decided to wear it as often as possible, and still do. If I can’t wear proper clothes daily, at least I can wear something no one recognises as being girlie, or I can wear something no one can see, or both of course. My trainers are women’s shoes, but no one can tell as Reebok are very good at making identical styles for both sexes, so that covers the first point; point two is the underwear of course, but you knew that already. So I wear panties during most daytimes, and underpants at night.

Now picture the scene, I’ve been gardening, and I have got grubby, I come in doors, and say hi to Jay and go to the bedroom. Jay follows, and is admiring my handiwork from the window, and I get undressed, ready to head for the shower. You’ve got it one, I’m standing with Jay, in just my panties chatting about the garden. She glances down and I NOW remember I’m in Anna’s underwear, and not Bob’s. Julie looks out at the garden again and I nonchalantly amble out to the bathroom and whip my panties off, and back to Jay as though nothing has happened. No big explosion, no row, nothing! I was in my white plain cotton ones, and all she saw was something white, and I guess what she was actually checking on was – was I nude in front of the window – no, so she was satisfied. She has a thing about nudity in front of the window, even though it overlooks the back garden, and the nearest house with line of sight would need a telescope to see anything.

She probably knows I am into panties now though. We were watching Countdown and the teatime teaser was something to do with underwear, and I got the answer very quickly of course – LoL – and Jay jokingly asked, (I hope she was joking), if I wore frilly underwear. Of course I said that I didn’t, and added that I could spot frilly underwear a mile off. I’m a lousy liar, even with all this practice since day zero happened, so I guess she knows now.

My next goal – to wear proper underwear at night too. If you have read more than one or two of my posts you’ll be thinking – ‘When hell freezes over’. Laugh out loud.

Hugs Anna.

 

Anna Arendt’s Blog

This is the first day of my new blog – relocated from Yahoo360 – sadly gone in to RIP. About life as a disenfranchised T Girl – but no swearing or sex or titillation here – just life as it goes by.