The Techno-ising of Anna – ish!!

I was going to do some crossdressing this evening, but I’ve decided to use the time to write a blog.

I’ve been quite happy with my mobile phone, which I’ve had 5 years or so. Keeping your old phone normally gets you cheaper tariffs on it’s upgrade birthday, but as I mentioned somewhere, I’ve taken on my sons iPhone, as he has upgraded to the 4 version. Oh my god, how good is it? Awesome, that’s what. In my normal lacklustre way with things technical, I am never going to learn everything it does – but who cares – the bits I have discovered are so brilliant.

Stupid or Brave? That is the next question. Somehow I got it to link with my iPhone account, my Geocaching account, and my Yahoo mail account – and all this in Bob mode for my Andy stuff. It was so easy, so after a couple of weeks I added my Anna Yahoo mail account. Yes – that’s the stupid or brave bit. Andy at Yahoo only gets sensible mail, all our main mail and joke rubbish goes through the computer with – with – hmm – some program that you click on, and it goes there and down loads the stuff. (Outlook Express – Ed!) For Yahoo, I log on manually and read everything on line at Yahoo HQ. I found all my Flickr update emails were coming to my phone – how cool is that. So that’s why I thought it would be cool to add my Anna account – it’s fantastic.

I can read all your blogs that get sent to Yahoo, right off the phone. Some, with wider columns are not very user friendly, cos it takes too much cursoring around, but the narrower ones, I can fit in the screen and just pan down as I read. So I get instant updates of all my mail, blogs, Angels and Transliving Internatiional posts, and Facebook bits. The mail updates don’t make a noise when they come in, unlike texts, so there are no tell tale give-aways. It’s so nice having my proper stuff, (Anna’s stuff), on the phone. I’m taking the risk as Jay is even less technically minded than I am, but if the world blows up, it’s my fault – LoL.

Do you remember I was experimenting with full-briefs underwear, and I said that I thought they would be too big, and would show above the waist line? I finally tried them out the other month, and worn with belted jeans, or sports-style-trousers with a tea-shirt tucked in, they are no trouble at all, and they are SO comfortable. I can under-dress quite safely with them. The other thing I like about girls underwear, is that they are so flattering; in as much that for reasons of restraint, and to keep everything tucked in, you need to wear items a couple of sizes smaller than your dress size. I’m a 16 top, 14 bottom, and so a 10 to 12 in panties – roughly speaking, as it’s amazing how sizes very from different suppliers.


Shampoo and Strictly Make-up

I must tell you – I’ve discovered shampoo. I know, it’s been in the shops and on the tele for more years than I care to think about, but I thought it was all hype, so I used whatever shower gel I had to hand. The other day my daughter used my shower, (it doubles as the guest shower you see) and she left some Pantene Pro-V extra body shampoo and conditioner – I tried it, and it is GORGEOUS. My hair feels so silky and soft, and it lasts for a couple of days. No wonder girls are always doing their hair. Needless to say, I bought myself a bottle the next day. Jay wasn’t impressed – she normally gets her shampoo from Wilkinsons, who sell all the named brands at the best prices. We only go there when Jay wants to replenish her girlie stuff or get Xmas presents, and I wasn’t going to wait for THAT – LoL.

I’ve started using brown eyeliner today, just a bit, but I wore it around the house – not sure whether this is brave or stupid – time will tell. I have yet to get some brown mascara, as Demi suggested – (I was in Tesco’s, and Jay was busy at the cake counter, so I grabbed the eyeliner, and nipped through a check-out. I got my eyeliner and mascara confused – LoL.

I adore ‘Strictly Dancing’ – the American version is called ‘Dancing with the Stars’ I believe. All those gorgeous dresses and make-up, I’m in heaven. It’s one thing I can share with Jay, as she likes to cast a critical eye over everyone’s turnout, and so we can actually hold a discussion. She’s very uncomplimentary at times, and we have a different range of tastes – I like almost every thing she likes, and everything she doesn’t like – LoL.

I do wonder about the professionals sometimes, as they seem to choose most inappropriate stuff (dresses and make-up) for some people. If you like ‘Dancing on Ice’, just think what a mess of the clothing they made for the swimmer, Sharon – they made her look so gangly, it was as if they had something against her looking nice. On this series of ‘Strictly Dancing’, Michelle Williams looked lovely during the week, in rehearsals and interviews, but the make-up they put on her for the Saturday shows made her look very bony and hard faced – not like her usual glamorous self at all.

You may not want to take my word for it – from the most inexpert of make-up appliers that you are every likely to meet – but take a peek and check it out. Does that count as more homework? LoL.

Waxing Lyrical – Again!

‘Ok’, I thought, ‘lets put my wax strips where my mouth is’ – just figuratively of course. I did wonder, whether my big wax strips would be just as good, along the bikini line, as the little ‘ bikini line’ strips. So I put them to the test, and? I was wrong. The top of my thighs looked liked they had been kicked by a navvy – a thick line of bruises. The hair came away ok, but bon’t ask me why pulling hair off created such a mess, ‘cos I don’t know. I had to do some careful undressing for a while, so Jay didn’t spot the evidence – LoL.

We went to Kent for six days to see mum and various relations, and then onto Bristol. My son was having his graduation, his second one. He went through university many years ago, and graduated as an archeological preserver, but couldn’t get an archaeology type job, so he works in a call centre. His current employer paid for a Contact Centre Management degree, and it took three years; one afternoon a week off work, so that’s an eight hour day, four in the firms time, and four in his own time, plus all the homework etc. Lots of work, but he came away with a 2.1, so we are all pleased with that.

We didn’t go to the post ceremony party, as we all opted to do a bit of a family history hunt. We went to Berkeley, just outside Bristol, to see the house where my great granddad was born, and where he lived, before moving to Kent. We then went to see his mum and dads grave, in the local cemetery there, and it is such a pretty place, I wouldn’t mind being buried there myself – LoL. Not for a while I hope! The family worked at Berkeley Castle some of the time, but also had their own cooperage, brewery and sauces.

I had booked us into a guesthouse, on the outskirts of Bristol for two nights. I’d asked for a room with twin beds, thinking it would be cheaper than the doubles, but unfortunately, all the en suites were the same price. There was a surprise bonus for me though – it enabled me to sleep in my feminine underwear. I usually manage to underdress the last two days of a stay anywhere, but underdressing in bed – a sweet delight.

I’ve bought a brown eyeliner pencil, but I haven’t used it out yet. Every time I go out un-chaperoned, I take my lipstick, and put it on when I get to town. My eyeliner skills are so useless though, so at the moment I’m practising at home. It’s always a bit of a panic situation, as I never believe I’m going to get the stuff off cleanly, before reappearing downstairs en homme – LoL. It comes off a lot easier now that I’ve got the gen from Stacy, but it’s never a quick fix – or un-fix, LoL.

I’ve just read the instructions in my wax strip box, which tells me that I should cut the strips into small strips, before using them on the bikini line. They never remove 100% of hair, and I use each strip three to five times on the same area, to remove as much as possible. Reading other girls epilatory endeavours, leads me to think that no system is perfect.

More hair – or less.

You know what I’m like with wax strips – almost addicted, LoL. I normally use Boots own, which are quite tacky, and you can use them four or five times on the same spot to get rid of reluctant strands. This time I am using Veet, and instead of being one size per box, these have a variety. Being an inquisitive sort, I had a closer look, and found some narrow ones, labelled ‘bikini line, and ‘underarm’. Bikini line? whats wrong with the big ones – my bikini line is thick as everywhere else – LoL. Yes, I decided to do the underarm.

I have never had any issues with my underarm hair; it does a good job, a sort of dry film lubrication as I saw it. But removing it was fun – I told you I’m addicted – and better still, I’ve got a new ‘girlie thing’ that I can do. The best thing is, no one noticed, and so I don’t get told off. I know, it’s a bit childish, but to me it’s a bit of that reverse control freakiness, to combat that which comes my way when Jay spots something girlie.

I decided to try a less bright shade of lipstick last month, and it’s so less bright, it’s the same colour as my own lips. HHHmmmm, so what’s the chances of wearing it in mixed company, and no one knowing? It’s ok, relax girls, I won’t being trying it – but I would so like to, LoL.

Hugs to you all,

Anna x

Cisgender, but that’s not me.

I came across this new term the other day, and it wasn’t obvious to me, what it was all about. A cisgender person is someone who is happy with the gender they were born with/as. Sadly, I found this after coming across a post on Angels or Transliving International. A girl was talking about a friends partner, who had been the subject of abuse by a transgendered person, who she criticised as being cisphobic.

Abuse in any form, and in any direction is abhorrent to most of us, and from what I have read in other girls blogs, there are lots of support out there from cisgendered persons. At the moment, I can’t get my head round the fact, at all. We get so much help from non transgender/ non gender dysphoric friends,family and partners, that to pick on someone else’s partner is beyond belief.

My son split up from his first serious partner, (I think), and was a bit upset that we didn’t cut our ties with him too. We had built up a bond of our own, and you can’t change your affections just like that. Had we gone off the deep end, it could have looked like we were being homophobic from an outsider, who didn’t know the whole tail. We aren’t homophobic as I’ve said, but that doesn’t mean we’ll like every gay person we meet, (and we haven’t); so perhaps the above subject event was a one off fallout, but as I don’t know what was said by whom, etc. I don’t know that. The tone in which we say things can put a completely different slant on even a simple statement, and no doubt the writer of the post had taken this in to account.

Lets raise our glasses, to all those cisgender, transgender, and any other gender people we know, and be tolerant of, and blessed with, all our differences.

Love and hugs to you all, Anna, xxx

T-Girl under Training

I’ve been rather remiss of late, barely scrapping enough time to keep up with every one’s posts. The iMac is so amazing for photos, and I’ve been loading up loads of family pics, from our old CDs, to see what they look like. Then we had visitors, and they were loads of fun – I might tell you if I get time – and we have got hooked on geocaching, so that’s another hobby to fill in the time. Being active keeps you young, they say.

You lovely girls have being doing a marvellous job, teaching me new things. Calie told me about trimming eyebrows. She said ‘I take a comb and put my eye brow through it. Then, I take a razor and shave everything that sticks through the comb. It’s a nice compromise and keeps them neat.’ I thought at the time, better be careful which comb you use, and imagined a pair of eye brows a millimetre thick. Guess what, I only had an aluminium comb to hand when I tried it first time, and a millimetre isn’t that bad – LoL – OK, 1 1/2 mil. As Calie said, it’s a nice compromise, and so far, no matter how thin I have them, it doesn’t raise the hackles of the eye brow police. Thanks Calie.

Same top and wig, new make up attempt

Stacy on Transliving International, read my diary there, and told be about removing make up. I’d written this:

I got some Anna time the other evening, and I decided to practice with the few items of make-up I have. Just my new wig, eyeliner and eye-shadow, and lippo – Oh my goodness, I hardly recognised myself. I took some pics with the iMac built in camera thing – but I’m too chicken to share them just yet – LoL. Then panic set in, when the stuff wouldn’t rub off straight away – LoL – even with the proper make-up remover.

After a bit of chat, where I mentioned I was using Rimmel, Stacy explained what to do. She said:

‘Ok you need to soak a cotton pad with remover, and with your eye closed, (do one at a time) place the pad on the eye and press in gently, after a minute or so then wipe the pad from the outer corner to the inner corner, then repeat and it should all come off.

Lipstick, blot with a tissue first, then you can use the eye make up remover here as well because lips are as delicate as the eyes. Once again place the pad on and leave, then wipe away.

Once this has been done, now is the time to take the make up remover and go over the face generally to take off the last dregs.

Then use your chosen wash method, before moisturising the skin.

Rimel do some great products, how ever they do not do any thing that will cover a beard, so really it is wasting money on concealers and foundations,when a light coverage of my derma product will cover all and last for ages.’

Well… I’ve had another go, and it does work. However, I spent a bit of time in front of the iMacs Photo Booth, and I’ve put some pics on my Flickr site. This was a first for me, using my site for self portraits. I feel ok about it today, and if I don’t get cold feet over them, I’ll try to do better next time. Anyway, back to the story, I only had the usual hour window to shower, do make up and dress, photos, undress, and remove make-up. I cut it very fine, so I was still in a rush. Stacy’s system works quite well, but it still isn’t instantaneous. I used pencil eye liner this time, but it’s still a dog to get of. I will just have to plan the whole affair with patience and timing – LoL.

Someone, ages ago now, well, last month perhaps, mentioned that Drag stood for Dressed as a Girl, and Drab stood for Dressed as a Boy, which was something I didn’t know. She was also asking whether we girls think of our boy clothes as drab, so thats drab drabs I guess. I started to leave a reply, and ran out of time – sort of had to cut and run. It was a few weeks before I got back home and caught up with every thing, and now I can’t find the post.

My take on some of her questions (here’s the answers, you get to guess the question).

It would be nice to wear my femme clothes all the time, rather than en homme, but Bob’s gear is as pretty as I can get. I only tend to buy Bob stuff when I have to, as I hate doing it, but when I do, it has got to be neat.

When Jay was in hospital having a new hip, I got a lot of time en Femme, and yes, I used to do everything, even the washing up, in my best clothes – in fact, virtually all my Anna stuff is best stuff. I know G-girls (genetic or genuine) don’t dress up to do chores, for this T-girl, if it’s the only chance in the day, (week – Lol), then I’m going to do it looking as nice as possible.

Bob has simple tastes, scruffy trainers, jeans and tops for gardening and jobs around the house. Second best trainers and jeans and tops for casual wear, and best trainers, best jeans and best tops for smart wear. Bob does have some casual sports/trouser things for a change, but not for best wear – LoL.

Wigs by Post – or How I had a Cunning Plan

If you need cheering up, I hope this gives you a chuckle, I’m still smiling, 2 weeks later.

Those of you whom are regular readers, will recall from the comments department, that Tina offered to sell me one or two of her wigs. Noeleena sent me details of a good wig site, but as my en femme time is all closet, and very short in the time department, I didn’t want to spend a lot, so Tina’s offer had my vote.

Tina sent me some pics of the two wigs, and I rather fancied the blond one with dark highlights, (lowlights?), (streaks?). Now, here is the clever bit – no sniggering yet please – because I had a cunning plan!! Jay being about as anti-Anna as you can get, I needed to be sneaky, so I asked Tina to send me the wig, so that it would arrive while we were on holiday in Scotland. I’m always the first into the house when we get home, so I could scoop it up, with the rest of the mail, a yard high behind the door.

This year the camp wi-fi was on zero bar, occasionally going into one. I kept trying the laptop in various locations around the cottage, and in the second week got a few connections, two I had to duck out of quickly when Jay came into the open-plan lounge-kitchen, and once I actually got Tina on that Yahoo chat thing that pops up when you are checking your mail; well, we’d hardly swapped a couple of sentences and the link crashed out.

I needed an internet connection because my lovely sister-in-law (MLSiL), had flown to Prestwick with Ryan Air, (never again she said), and you have to book in by internet. So it’s day 3 or 4 of the two week holiday, and I drive to the restaurant, (they have wi-fi there, even though it’s closed for modernisation), complete with laptop and MLSiL. We get an instant connect, but hit a problem when it says ‘Press the print button to print out your boarding pass’. Nice one Ryan. Just then a couple of workers come out of the restaurant, and had a bit of a chuckle about us using their wi-fi. They pointed us in the direction of the Fort William library, who do internet stuff.

The Library staff were super, and we soon had a log-in, (free), and quickly had the printout, (20p). MLSiL goes off looking for slippers and I check Anna’s mail. There is one from Tina,, and she said “The wig is in an anonymous looking jiffy bag. It went through my letterbox at a push, so if it doesn’t go through yours, they’ll leave a note and you can collect it from the sorting office”. I’m mulling this over and I spot an email with Tina’s latest blog. I’m just reading this “Just a Tranny at heart” story when MLSiL is standing behind me saying that she couldn’t find any slippers. I hastily log out of it and off we go.

I spend the rest of the holiday mulling over the wig affair; unfortunately, our postie doesn’t do tickets; ours does the – leave it next door thing. I thought I needed a contingency plan, like where is the best lawyer, how do I split the car and the new digital TV, could I stay in the house and have the upper floor – no just kidding – but a little spanner was about to hit the works. On day 8 my right ankle swelled up, followed three days later by my left ankle, and they ballooned and made walking almost impossible. The A&E didn’t know what was happening, but gave me some Voltarol and told me to keep my legs up.

The rest of the holiday still went OK, Jay doing all the driving, and me on the back seat. On the drive home, I managed a couple of stints driving, and then I had a cunning plan. I delegated unloading the car to Jay, suggesting she piled everything on to the top step at the front door, and I’d heave them in from there. This got me into the house first, where I retrieved the jiffy bag and hid it. Later, with the luggage all indoors, Jay went off to the supermarket for some groceries, and I was up the stairs, quicker than a snail, to try the wigs on – yes, the lovely Tina had sent them both. I look my most feminine yet > pics to follow.

Tina bless her, let me set the price, and asked me to donate the monies to charity, rather than give it to her. Her charity was the breast cancer charity that Astrid is supporting in her moon walk. It’s my favourite charity too, so it’s kind of apt I think.

So, I have some homework for you girls – please visit Astrids site and if you feel empathy with her, help her on her way to her target. Thank you. No apologies for pushy though – LoL.