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  • 25 Jul 2023
    Yes its true I am known as Hazel j Lykes a sissy who is craving more and more cock each time, Maybe I could wrap my sissy mouth and asshole around your dick. I love being a Slutty cross-dressing sissy faggot who gets off on being bound, gagged and used, call me a sissy, a little dick faggot, a limp dick pussy boy, slut or whore l don't mind.I'm a mature non-passable ex Transvestite Prostitute and Sissy Faggot that likes dressing up all head to toe slutty/girlie in stockings heels and lingerie. I Iove pleasing any men or women and I like to be kissed hard and long by real manly men. Let me get you hard then give you the best blow job I know how to. I just love sucking any hard cocks. Meeting Fri/Sat afternoons. Please be respectful, dd/free, and horny as hell.I do like men of a mature age and sizes and shapes (cut or uncut). Just be a little demanding, hard and horny, and always polite and open minded. I'II do practically anything to please real men like that. A regular guy friend would be awesome. My look is that of an aging and desperate cock hungry old whore....... giggles.If your real man you will never ask permission to **** me raw, just do it because your entitled to my ass pussy. My ass is for your pleasure you can **** me anyway you want and can cum as much as you want into any hole on my slutty body. l love the delight knowing l have other men's cum swimming around inside of me.I love men that shove their cocks up my asshole without asking if I would rather they used a condom. This is a major turn on for me I will squeal and beg you not to but ignore my plea's, somebody has to please the real men. It's also a real thrill for me when you cum inside my pussy. I love feeling cum dripping out of my asshole and down my legs after sex as I go home.l will give and receive watersports and drink as well as receiving a nice golden enema. l love sucking on a nice smelly smegma cock also love to rim a nice farter for ages. I'm also a bit of a wall licker in fact anywhere there is sperm l lick it up, walls floors doors toilet seats l lick anything. Used condom collecting is a hobby of mines, draining, wearing or smearing contents all over myself .But I'm just as happy unzipping your fly and pulling out your cock, letting it sway around slapping my face as I'm smelling it before putting my mouth up against your balls as your cock sways from side to side, kissing all the way up to the the head, licking it and when your dick is finally in my mouth and I'm in heaven.Mwah Mwah Mwah Hazelcd xxxxxx
    160 Posted by Hazel john Lykes
  • Yes its true I am known as Hazel j Lykes a sissy who is craving more and more cock each time, Maybe I could wrap my sissy mouth and asshole around your dick. I love being a Slutty cross-dressing sissy faggot who gets off on being bound, gagged and used, call me a sissy, a little dick faggot, a limp dick pussy boy, slut or whore l don't mind.I'm a mature non-passable ex Transvestite Prostitute and Sissy Faggot that likes dressing up all head to toe slutty/girlie in stockings heels and lingerie. I Iove pleasing any men or women and I like to be kissed hard and long by real manly men. Let me get you hard then give you the best blow job I know how to. I just love sucking any hard cocks. Meeting Fri/Sat afternoons. Please be respectful, dd/free, and horny as hell.I do like men of a mature age and sizes and shapes (cut or uncut). Just be a little demanding, hard and horny, and always polite and open minded. I'II do practically anything to please real men like that. A regular guy friend would be awesome. My look is that of an aging and desperate cock hungry old whore....... giggles.If your real man you will never ask permission to **** me raw, just do it because your entitled to my ass pussy. My ass is for your pleasure you can **** me anyway you want and can cum as much as you want into any hole on my slutty body. l love the delight knowing l have other men's cum swimming around inside of me.I love men that shove their cocks up my asshole without asking if I would rather they used a condom. This is a major turn on for me I will squeal and beg you not to but ignore my plea's, somebody has to please the real men. It's also a real thrill for me when you cum inside my pussy. I love feeling cum dripping out of my asshole and down my legs after sex as I go home.l will give and receive watersports and drink as well as receiving a nice golden enema. l love sucking on a nice smelly smegma cock also love to rim a nice farter for ages. I'm also a bit of a wall licker in fact anywhere there is sperm l lick it up, walls floors doors toilet seats l lick anything. Used condom collecting is a hobby of mines, draining, wearing or smearing contents all over myself .But I'm just as happy unzipping your fly and pulling out your cock, letting it sway around slapping my face as I'm smelling it before putting my mouth up against your balls as your cock sways from side to side, kissing all the way up to the the head, licking it and when your dick is finally in my mouth and I'm in heaven.Mwah Mwah Mwah Hazelcd xxxxxx
    Jul 25, 2023 160
  • 25 Apr 2023
    Well I'm  not a  person that complains  or laments  about things I  just  take  things Day  By  Day .  It 's been a  long time  since  I  wrote a  blog  here so  here  I  go .   In 2022 I  suffered and  injury to my  left  foot and  I  stepped on  something as  I  was  working  outside my shop . I  did  not  even know that  I  had  even hurt  myself until laker  on in the  evening  when I  removed  my  running shoes .  I  removed my  sock and I  did  not  see anything to  be  concered about but  my  foot  was  sore abit .  So  I  did  what  I thought  was  best and  cleaned  the  small  cut and  I  did  this  for a  few week hoping that  what  I was  doing would heal.  Well  to  make  long story  short  My  foot was  infected and  I  was  admited to Hospital because the  infection  was deep  within the  heal and bone  of  my  foot .  The  Surgeon that  I  seen  had asked that  I  would  give  some  thought to Amputation . So  I  did  and  it  turned  out that I  had the  surgery to save my  life and have my  left  foot  removed . Its  been  one  whole  year  since all this  happened and  its  been  one day  at  a  time and  now one  foot  at  a  time as  well . I ve  done  5  weeks of physio therupy  and Im  still  doing and  extended program until  mid  May .   I'm  very pleased with my  over  all transition and  walking with  a  new phosthic foot  and  Im very  happy  to  still  be cross  dressing  as  well .  I'm  not willing to  just  give  up  I found  that  Karen is  too  much  of a part  of  me to  give  her  up now  or  Ever !  So  just take  what  ever  your  doing  transioning  or  coming  out   one day  or  step at a  time ! 
    217 Posted by Karen Tea
  • Well I'm  not a  person that complains  or laments  about things I  just  take  things Day  By  Day .  It 's been a  long time  since  I  wrote a  blog  here so  here  I  go .   In 2022 I  suffered and  injury to my  left  foot and  I  stepped on  something as  I  was  working  outside my shop . I  did  not  even know that  I  had  even hurt  myself until laker  on in the  evening  when I  removed  my  running shoes .  I  removed my  sock and I  did  not  see anything to  be  concered about but  my  foot  was  sore abit .  So  I  did  what  I thought  was  best and  cleaned  the  small  cut and  I  did  this  for a  few week hoping that  what  I was  doing would heal.  Well  to  make  long story  short  My  foot was  infected and  I  was  admited to Hospital because the  infection  was deep  within the  heal and bone  of  my  foot .  The  Surgeon that  I  seen  had asked that  I  would  give  some  thought to Amputation . So  I  did  and  it  turned  out that I  had the  surgery to save my  life and have my  left  foot  removed . Its  been  one  whole  year  since all this  happened and  its  been  one day  at  a  time and  now one  foot  at  a  time as  well . I ve  done  5  weeks of physio therupy  and Im  still  doing and  extended program until  mid  May .   I'm  very pleased with my  over  all transition and  walking with  a  new phosthic foot  and  Im very  happy  to  still  be cross  dressing  as  well .  I'm  not willing to  just  give  up  I found  that  Karen is  too  much  of a part  of  me to  give  her  up now  or  Ever !  So  just take  what  ever  your  doing  transioning  or  coming  out   one day  or  step at a  time ! 
    Apr 25, 2023 217
  • 28 Nov 2022
    This is my first blog, and thought I’d write this as 2022 has been a somewhat strange year. As some are aware, Suzy has been around for a few years, first registered back in 2008 on this sites predecessor.  Unfortunately at the end of 2015, I had a complete purge.  Everything went and I disappeared, that was until lockdown.  Since then Suzy reappeared and if I’m honest I’ve struggled mentally with it all. anyway fast forward to this year.  I’ve been receiving counselling since January, and it’s been difficult coming to terms with who I am.  Won’t sugar coat it, it has been tough at times, but I’m in a much better place, but long way to go. I came out to my partner and a close friend.  One went well, one certainly did not.  My partner absolutely hates the idea, and is not supportive in the slightest.  My friend on the other hand was the exact opposite, even offering to take me for coffee if I wanted.  I even introduced Suzy, via zoom to my friend and she loved seeing Suzy and that felt wonderful.  I also introduced my counsellor to Suzy, and we have had several sessions with both identities.  Being able to share Suzy with such people has been truly liberating, but also very daunting. So where has this taken me this year……..well, having spent more time dressed, due to the way the timing works on my counselling sessions, I’ve felt more at ease and more comfortable in both my male and female persona.  So much so, that in August, I ventured outside for the first time since 2015.  So what, you might say, as I’ve been on nights out and been to a tgirl club in the past.  Well this time I left the house fully dressed, and in broad daylight.  That was exciting and terrifying as my neighbours could have seen me, and questions would have been asked.  If that wasn’t scary enough, I went into an Argos shop to collect an order from my male side.  The staff in there were lovely, and treated me as they would any other customer.  The same happened at Sainsburys when I went for petrol, and I felt fantastic and so happy as I drove home.  From what I can tell, none of my neighbours saw me. I went out again in mid October, but this time as I was driving I suddenly felt very self conscious and almost panicky.  My hands were shaking as I paid for my fuel, but again the staff were lovely.  That was the good and not so good side of going out.  It hasn’t deterred me, and next opportunity I will go back out and about. so this year has been a mixed bag, but on the whole I’m a happier, more relaxed and at ease with myself person.  Suzy has grown and I’m hoping to keep growing . thank you for reading this hugs Suzy xxx
    334 Posted by Suzy Whyte
  • This is my first blog, and thought I’d write this as 2022 has been a somewhat strange year. As some are aware, Suzy has been around for a few years, first registered back in 2008 on this sites predecessor.  Unfortunately at the end of 2015, I had a complete purge.  Everything went and I disappeared, that was until lockdown.  Since then Suzy reappeared and if I’m honest I’ve struggled mentally with it all. anyway fast forward to this year.  I’ve been receiving counselling since January, and it’s been difficult coming to terms with who I am.  Won’t sugar coat it, it has been tough at times, but I’m in a much better place, but long way to go. I came out to my partner and a close friend.  One went well, one certainly did not.  My partner absolutely hates the idea, and is not supportive in the slightest.  My friend on the other hand was the exact opposite, even offering to take me for coffee if I wanted.  I even introduced Suzy, via zoom to my friend and she loved seeing Suzy and that felt wonderful.  I also introduced my counsellor to Suzy, and we have had several sessions with both identities.  Being able to share Suzy with such people has been truly liberating, but also very daunting. So where has this taken me this year……..well, having spent more time dressed, due to the way the timing works on my counselling sessions, I’ve felt more at ease and more comfortable in both my male and female persona.  So much so, that in August, I ventured outside for the first time since 2015.  So what, you might say, as I’ve been on nights out and been to a tgirl club in the past.  Well this time I left the house fully dressed, and in broad daylight.  That was exciting and terrifying as my neighbours could have seen me, and questions would have been asked.  If that wasn’t scary enough, I went into an Argos shop to collect an order from my male side.  The staff in there were lovely, and treated me as they would any other customer.  The same happened at Sainsburys when I went for petrol, and I felt fantastic and so happy as I drove home.  From what I can tell, none of my neighbours saw me. I went out again in mid October, but this time as I was driving I suddenly felt very self conscious and almost panicky.  My hands were shaking as I paid for my fuel, but again the staff were lovely.  That was the good and not so good side of going out.  It hasn’t deterred me, and next opportunity I will go back out and about. so this year has been a mixed bag, but on the whole I’m a happier, more relaxed and at ease with myself person.  Suzy has grown and I’m hoping to keep growing . thank you for reading this hugs Suzy xxx
    Nov 28, 2022 334
  • 21 Sep 2022
    Hello everyone! this my first attempt at blogging with other gurls out there and would like to get some response to my question: Does dressing up seem more like a fetish to you.... or is it something you feel compelled to do?
    383 Posted by Skyler Penny
  • Hello everyone! this my first attempt at blogging with other gurls out there and would like to get some response to my question: Does dressing up seem more like a fetish to you.... or is it something you feel compelled to do?
    Sep 21, 2022 383
  • 03 Aug 2022
    x Just a quick note -   I've noticed that hardly anyone wants to blog anymore.   Reading past blogs, I've learned a lot and would be hopeful that other girls would share their stories and wisdom.   Come on girls - Tell us what is going on in your life as well as share your expertises.     xoxoxo, Michelle G
    418 Posted by Michelle Gweneth
  • x Just a quick note -   I've noticed that hardly anyone wants to blog anymore.   Reading past blogs, I've learned a lot and would be hopeful that other girls would share their stories and wisdom.   Come on girls - Tell us what is going on in your life as well as share your expertises.     xoxoxo, Michelle G
    Aug 03, 2022 418
  • 09 May 2022
    Good Morning Everyone... I find it so very wonderful to wake up in soft and cuddly PJ's and a soft blanket as the real me inside. I've discovered that my tucking is lasting all night and those male bits seem almost non-existent, if not a bit numb.  It feels good that, at least for a while, I no longer have male parts down there.   As I wake up, I imagine a whole day as Michelle and think about what I should do today. Whether it is getting dressed in a flowing summer dress and going to the park, or putting on my cute jeans and simply doing some gardening around the house, I feel a sense of joy.   I try to make these feeling last as long as I can, but alas I'm not out full time. My significant other doesn't share my joy of being Michelle, and wants me to limit presenting as the true me when around her. So I put on a male mask and pretend to be a male when she is around.  It is because she is afraid of being identified as a Lesbian. That part really hurts me inside.     As time goes on, the need to be Michelle physically is growing significantly day-by-day. Living full time is what I truly want. The need to pursue losing my male bits and getting SRS keep growing, as does breast enhancement and female facial surgery.  For now that is only a dream, but someday I will have to take the steps needed, even if it means losing my significant other, whom I love.   So for now, I take hold of any moment I can be Michelle during the week, and treasure my dreams and waking up each day as Michelle. Even if it is only for a few precious minutes in my warm cuddly bed.  
    563 Posted by Michelle Gweneth
  • Good Morning Everyone... I find it so very wonderful to wake up in soft and cuddly PJ's and a soft blanket as the real me inside. I've discovered that my tucking is lasting all night and those male bits seem almost non-existent, if not a bit numb.  It feels good that, at least for a while, I no longer have male parts down there.   As I wake up, I imagine a whole day as Michelle and think about what I should do today. Whether it is getting dressed in a flowing summer dress and going to the park, or putting on my cute jeans and simply doing some gardening around the house, I feel a sense of joy.   I try to make these feeling last as long as I can, but alas I'm not out full time. My significant other doesn't share my joy of being Michelle, and wants me to limit presenting as the true me when around her. So I put on a male mask and pretend to be a male when she is around.  It is because she is afraid of being identified as a Lesbian. That part really hurts me inside.     As time goes on, the need to be Michelle physically is growing significantly day-by-day. Living full time is what I truly want. The need to pursue losing my male bits and getting SRS keep growing, as does breast enhancement and female facial surgery.  For now that is only a dream, but someday I will have to take the steps needed, even if it means losing my significant other, whom I love.   So for now, I take hold of any moment I can be Michelle during the week, and treasure my dreams and waking up each day as Michelle. Even if it is only for a few precious minutes in my warm cuddly bed.  
    May 09, 2022 563

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  • 24 Jan 2014
    hi ya just asking i do love albumn suggestions and like looking at pics but please if ya have ya knob out please dont suggest as i like girly shots clothes and make up so you look nice a cock in stockings aint girly . i dont mind if you are into that and dressing is a fetish each to their own    live and let live i say  i dress because i love being a girl i know im a guy (a cock in a frock lol) but i like the illusion  thats why i tuck it away      but i cant or wont hit the like button because ya got ya dangleys out lol and i dont want to appear rude by not liking it so its best all round    big hugs and to coin a phrase a friend of mine uses   peace love and lipgloss xxxxxxx   xxamyxx
    31 Posted by Deleted Member
  • hi ya just asking i do love albumn suggestions and like looking at pics but please if ya have ya knob out please dont suggest as i like girly shots clothes and make up so you look nice a cock in stockings aint girly . i dont mind if you are into that and dressing is a fetish each to their own    live and let live i say  i dress because i love being a girl i know im a guy (a cock in a frock lol) but i like the illusion  thats why i tuck it away      but i cant or wont hit the like button because ya got ya dangleys out lol and i dont want to appear rude by not liking it so its best all round    big hugs and to coin a phrase a friend of mine uses   peace love and lipgloss xxxxxxx   xxamyxx
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  • 14 Mar 2015
    Well today has been somewhat different for me, not only was it my mum's Birthday, but i also took her into The Village for a few drinks this afternoon and then onto velvet for a lovely Birthday meal, I had been promising to take her into Manchester for a long time - So I thought why not!  And yes before you ask, i was in girlie mode. Mum has known about Liz for quite a while now and is very comfortable with the Trans side of me and is always asking if I've bought any new clothes, and most of all hates how good my legs look! I chat to my mum everyday whether that is by text or a phone call, i always do, the thing is my mum like all of your parents and those close to you are not getting any younger, you should always grab the chance to speak to them whenever you can and spend as much time as you can with them. OK today was not the usual party atmosphere that we are accustomed to when we pop into the village on a Saturday, but more of a qualitiy precious time spent chatting in a relaxed environment with the woman who brought me into this world, helping "MUM" celebrate her birthday with Liz and not Ian.  Her words to me as I've just dropped her off at home " I have loved every second of today" like i said quality time.    Myself and Mum in Paddy's  And Mum enjoying another Cider in Via. So folks, wht not get yourselves off out and enjoy the preicous time while you can, you never know what's round the corner. Hugs  Liz and Marion (Mum) x
  • Well today has been somewhat different for me, not only was it my mum's Birthday, but i also took her into The Village for a few drinks this afternoon and then onto velvet for a lovely Birthday meal, I had been promising to take her into Manchester for a long time - So I thought why not!  And yes before you ask, i was in girlie mode. Mum has known about Liz for quite a while now and is very comfortable with the Trans side of me and is always asking if I've bought any new clothes, and most of all hates how good my legs look! I chat to my mum everyday whether that is by text or a phone call, i always do, the thing is my mum like all of your parents and those close to you are not getting any younger, you should always grab the chance to speak to them whenever you can and spend as much time as you can with them. OK today was not the usual party atmosphere that we are accustomed to when we pop into the village on a Saturday, but more of a qualitiy precious time spent chatting in a relaxed environment with the woman who brought me into this world, helping "MUM" celebrate her birthday with Liz and not Ian.  Her words to me as I've just dropped her off at home " I have loved every second of today" like i said quality time.    Myself and Mum in Paddy's  And Mum enjoying another Cider in Via. So folks, wht not get yourselves off out and enjoy the preicous time while you can, you never know what's round the corner. Hugs  Liz and Marion (Mum) x
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  • 16 Aug 2015
    Ok I know this blog isn't full of cock shots and all things kinky - but hey it is a little different! Yesterday myself and Shar went to a wedding reception and in my moment of madness I said "fuck it I'm going in girlie mode". So I started getting ready to the amusement of Shar, saying people won't know where to look, anyway I got ready and off we went, presant in hand. I wasn't feeling nervous, just good to be getting out again, although in a very straight and normal atmosphere. We arrived and I walk straight in greeted Sammy the bride and her new husband, to her amazement it was me Ian - but Liz! Having a mingle with the muggels and a chat to work colleagues, to my amazement no one actually read me apart from my work mates, who knew about Liz but had never actually met for real, apart from my ill fitting shoes being to big - yes to big I had a pleasant evening and it was a change from the norm! The moral to my blog is, if you dress with right attitude then why can't all of you lovely girls get out there and burst the bubble! Till next time, Hugs Liz x
  • Ok I know this blog isn't full of cock shots and all things kinky - but hey it is a little different! Yesterday myself and Shar went to a wedding reception and in my moment of madness I said "fuck it I'm going in girlie mode". So I started getting ready to the amusement of Shar, saying people won't know where to look, anyway I got ready and off we went, presant in hand. I wasn't feeling nervous, just good to be getting out again, although in a very straight and normal atmosphere. We arrived and I walk straight in greeted Sammy the bride and her new husband, to her amazement it was me Ian - but Liz! Having a mingle with the muggels and a chat to work colleagues, to my amazement no one actually read me apart from my work mates, who knew about Liz but had never actually met for real, apart from my ill fitting shoes being to big - yes to big I had a pleasant evening and it was a change from the norm! The moral to my blog is, if you dress with right attitude then why can't all of you lovely girls get out there and burst the bubble! Till next time, Hugs Liz x
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  • 26 Jul 2015
    Preparing for “D-Day” (“D” for “Disclosure”)   Stratford on Avon  May 2015  After Christmas I decided I was going to live out the rest of my life as a woman on a 24/7 basis.  I’m 70 next year and it was ‘now or never’.  For nearly 9 months I had been living as a woman at home and when out and about in the nearby towns but had not ‘come out’ to my friends and acquaintances in the village where I live.   I went dressed as a man when I disclosed my transgenderism to my (lady) doctor but took some photos with me, some dating back more than 50 years, so I could satisfy her this wasn’t just a recent phenomenon and that I hadn’t gone doolally because of my wife’s death early last year.   She was bowled over by the photos and asked me if I would give her make-up lessons so she could look 20 years younger too!    She immediately acceded to my request for a referral to the gender identity clinic (GIC) but then she had no option really, as there are strict NHS protocols and guidelines concerning transgender matters. As luck would have it, my local GIC was immediately next door in the ‘cottage’ hospital on the same campus as my doctor’s surgery; wasn’t I a lucky girl?  This hasn’t quickened up in the slightest the inordinately slow GIC process though.   She also changed my male name on the NHS records to that of my unofficially adopted female name and the NHS now only knows me as a female named Ms Trines Ward. All correspondence comes in that name. Any male doctor wishing to examine me must wheel in a female chaperone for my protection!  Recently I had an emergency operation and the hospital kept insisting I had to be put in a female ward; I only just managed to avoid this as I felt ill women and their visitors would not want to see me in the next bed without wig or make-up! In the male ward I wore androgynous pink and blue short pyjamas but the board above my bed clearly stated ‘Ms Trines Ward—female” as did the labels around my arm and ankle, and the staff punctiliously referred to me amongst staff and patients, as ‘she’ or ‘her’.   Back at the GIC, they informed me it was run by two psychiatrists and I would need a separate assessment consultation with each one before any treatment would be considered. There was a four months’ wait for each session which meant nothing could even begin to happen until October/November!  I thought this was completely out of order and I thoroughly read the two main published guidelines (both are on the net):   1. “Good practice guidelines for the assessment and treatment of adults with gender dysphoria” ref CR181 published by Royal College of Pyschiatrists Oct 2013   2) “Gender dysphoria services: a guide for General Practitioners and other healthcare staff” published by NHS.   These showed me my GIC’s timescales did not comply and some polite but firm letters and phone calls from me got the waits reduced to two months each; still lengthy but within the guidelines.  I can understand caution when dealing with tyros in their late teens/early twenties who might not even have ventured out dressed in public but not when dealing with very long in the tooth, fully experienced trans like me who know precisely where and how far they wish to go.   Both psychiatrists concluded I am fully transsexual and were happy to ‘take me all the way’. I’m not so sure. I’m not body dysphoric as far as my meat and two veg are concerned, in view of my age and recent bereavement I’m not seeking another partner, and neither am I gay so as Trines you might say I’m lesbian, so why would I want to lose my ‘wobbly bits’? I think I will be content to present myself as best I can as a woman even if I continue to have things in my knickers that other girls don’t have!  Provided I tuck no-one else will know whether I’ve had full reassignment or not.  What I want more than anything is feminising hormones so I can have effective facial and body hair removal and benefit from their desirable side-effects although at my age I cannot, unfortunately, expect oestrogen to give me any breast tissue   Meanwhile, I had to tell my three children and their families and then plan going fully public.   Whilst my wife ‘knew’ about me before we married, we agreed to keep it a secret from everyone for the protection both of our children and my wife from the substantial public opprobrium and ridicule they would have suffered, certainly back in the ‘70’s and ‘80’s. Indeed, on leaving home in the early 70’s I tried living full-time as a woman but had to give it up after 6 months because of the immense public hostility I suffered and the impossibility of getting a worthwhile job.   I now needed to inform my children of my condition and of my wish to ‘go public’. This would not be easy—and it wasn’t!  I paid for them to have quite expensive sessions with a counsellor experienced in transgender issues and this most definitely helped. All three of them are now fully supportive although my son, in particular, is still having trouble fully coming to terms with the ‘new’ me.  Fortunately there is a huge amount of love in my family and we will get there.   In 'Butch Biker Bitch' mode (Transtastic  photoshoot Feb 2015)   I have grandchildren by two of them and because they were all terribly upset by the death early last year of their granny, and they still are, my children do not want them to go through another bereavement because of the ‘loss’ of their granddad and neither do they want to risk them suffering cyber bullying so, for the time being at least, I have to be ‘granddad’ whenever I see them. I can do this wearing women’s shoes, trousers and tops so it is not too uncomfortable for me. It is a price I will pay if I have to.   With the children informed and ‘on board’ I was now, at long, long last  free to ‘go public’!  I had been planning this for several months as I wanted to try and ensure I would have the best possible result in terms of tolerance and acceptance by my local community.   I have lived in my fairly large village, population just over 2,000, for 15 years, 14 of those with my wife.  I have actively joined in with the local community, trying always to be nice to everyone, performing and directing with the drama society, secretary of the Twinning Association for many years, socialising in the four pubs, playing and umpiring for the cricket team, helping to organise village fetes etc.  In addition, I’ve always had a part-time job as deputy manager of the village’s very busy canal marina, selling boats and organising their big boat rallies and festivals. In addition, as a qualified Boat Master and passenger boat skipper, I give boat handling instruction throughout the inland waterways on my own account.   So I am very well known and, I like to think, well regarded  not only in the village but also through the large and widespread canal community. Coming out to all these many hundreds of people seemed to be a fearsome step to take, something I wasn’t sure I could manage.   I could of course always ‘cut and run’ by selling up, moving to a nice little house in a pleasant town somewhere, presenting myself immediately as Trines.  This way, I would not suffer any ridicule or shunning by people I knew. True. But the whole purpose of my fully transitioning was to be able to lead a full, entertaining and social life as Trines and to be accepted by and join in with my local community. If I moved away, I would not be known and, as an obvious transwoman, I would not make many new friends at all,.  I would be facing a rather lonely remainder of my life.   I didn’t struggle with this decision for very long, I bit the bullet and decided to openly disclose to my village; if it all went disastrously wrong then moving away would be my ‘Plan B’.   Family unity is so important to me I discussed every proposed step with my children and took on board all their suggestions. The doctor already knew, was professionally bound to secrecy and had got the NHS fully on side.   My next step was the vicar. I do have faith but for reasons I will not go into here had never attended the local church except for the occasional wedding and funeral. I knew her well through secular dealings and she had been fantastic over my wife’s funeral. I met her in male mode, told her I would like to start attending church services, that I wouldn’t mind singing in the choir (I knew they were desperately short and had no male voices at all) but there was just one tiny thing, I would be coming as a woman!  She was of course amazed by the news (my male persona is exceptionally masculine), bowled over by my photo’s and couldn’t wait to meet the real me which she did a few days later.   She was all for Trines being an active member of her congregation, brought her wardens confidentially on board for briefing on transgender matters so they could counsel any stroppy church members and got her bishop’s backing she could tell anyone who couldn’t freely accept me to clear off and find a different religion!  A target date of the first week in June was set and until then I would attend church and sing in the choir as a man and she would subliminally prepare everyone by seeding suitable comments about accepting and loving everyone regardless of their differences in the texts of her sermons, bidding prayers and in the Village News!   This now left me free to concentrate on my information leaflet. I had decided I would, the week before my transition, go round in drab to see every one of my friends and important acquaintances and tell them what I was proposing to do, show them some current and very historic photos if they wanted to see them, hope I could rely on their acceptance and continued friendship and leave them with an informative and illustrated leaflet which they could pass on to others if they wished.  This leaflet went through 6 or 7 draft stages and I was careful to include  things my children wanted said. I had 250 of these professionally printed on top quality, thick, glossy bi-folded A4  paper so they could easily withstand being passed around:- (if the type is too small to read, zoom in by pressing 'Ctrl' & '+' together):-   So the last week in May, the week before ‘D-Day’, arrived!   I went round telling all my friends and left them with a leaflet. I saw each pub licensee, leaving  half a dozen copies behind the bar as I was bound to be the village scandal for a few days and also got their promises that if any Neanderthals objected to my presence it would be them asked to leave the pub and not me. I had also booked a personal conference that week with my marina owner and his general manager. They had been on tenterhooks for weeks, fearful I was retiring or moving away. They seemed almost relieved when I told them Tony was becoming Trines, it was almost “Is that all? Thank God for that!” Subject to a private preview of the new me they were, as friends as well as equal opportunity employers, happy for me to continue in the role for them, dealing with the public. I’ve had to have new female uniforms bespoken as nothing off the peg was long enough and I made sure everything hugs my breast, waist and hips shapewear tightly. The office girls are green with envy as I look rather voluptuous and sexy—they have already demanded the same made to measure facility!   That Sunday I was not in church as I was managing the marina. The vicar took the opportunity of telling the congregation about me, how from the following week I would always be Trines,  and apparently spoke so beautifully and movingly on transgenderism  and why I should be embraced by them all,  there were quite a few damp eyes in the house. The wardens distributed my leaflets afterwards.    D - Day ! and its Aftermath   The following Monday, 1st June, Trines made her first public appearance in the village and Tony has never been seen since (except of course a couple of times down in London with the grandchildren).   Against all my fears and trepidation my public disclosure and transition has been an absolutely unbelievable success, beyond my wildest dreams.  I had told myself that if I could retain the goodwill of perhaps a third of my friends then that would be a good and acceptable result, making staying in the village worthwhile.  30%?  It’s greater than 100% as I now have more friends than before because of my transition!   People I’ve not seen before but who have read my leaflet or heard about me have been coming up in the street or pub to shake my hand, commend my bravery and to wish me luck!  I’ve had a rather nasty and emergency operation recently and news of this spread with the result that people, many of them my ’new’ friends, were falling over themselves, offering to drive me to and from hospital or to meet family at Rugby station and take them to visit me—a round trip of about 50 miles!   All my neighbours and friends are still very friendly, I can’t accept all the invites round for coffee etc, there are too many of them. I’m really welcome at church and am possibly the only lady bass in a church choir in the country! The church has put me on their fete committee and wants me to be the PA announcer and dog show commentator at the next one. I continue to work at the marina with no adverse feedback whatsoever from the public. I’ve recently been in charge of safety at the big annual historic boat rally, we get thousands of visitors each day, and had to go round telling loads of boat skippers and others what to do  (it’s like herding cats with them) - they all know me from previous years but if anything they were all nicer, friendlier and more compliant than they’ve ever been!  My boat training business has not dropped off in the slightest, no-one gives my transition a second thought when I inform them. The Twinning Association has asked me to prepare and present their next fund-raising quiz (a big annual event in the village). I’m cast in the next Players’ production, rehearsals start in September.  I’m very welcome in all four pubs and am never short of someone to chat to. I’ve been elected a member of a small, rather exclusive group of ladies who meet every few weeks to cattily swap the latest gossip and scandal whilst getting hammered on G&T!  I have even been asked if I would like to help out at the community-owned tea shop, serving coffee, cakes and conversation to villagers and passing boaters - which I will do after my current convalescence.   If anything my social life as Trines is better than it was for that person I used to be (what was his name?) and it wasn’t bad for him, so much so I think I am losing the need to meet up with my other trans friends as much as I used to. After all, there is nothing so satisfying as being accepted and socialised by ’normal’ people for the girl you are. I shall of course still get to Pink Punters occasionally as I will to Outskirts in Birmingham and come Hell or High Water I am definitely getting to Sparkle next year after it was so cruelly snatched from me this year by a cancerous tumour.   Those of you who’ve managed not to nod off but are still reading this and possibly thinking of transitioning yourselves at some time in the future, might like to have my views on why I think my public disclosure has been so successful.   1. I decided to brazen it out in the locality where I lived and was known, rather than move to a new location. Had it been necessary to move first then I might have delayed my local transition for a year or two so that I could get to know a fair number of people as a man. That would not, of course, have stopped me cross-dressing at home or from going out further afield in female mode.   2. I was well established and well-known in the locality, joined in community activities and, always trying to be a nice guy, I think I was generally well liked. Whilst having to come to terms with a friend’s transgenderism must be more difficult the better someone has known the person as a man, I think there may be that little more pressure to do so because they are a friend; if they were not or hardly known then, to avoid embarrassment or other difficulties I think people might be tempted to more or less ignore the trans, giving perhaps just a smile if meeting in the street.   3. I took my time and planned well!  I had been dressing almost every day since May 2014 at home and when out sight-seeing, shopping or socialising with other trans in towns near and far. I only presented as a man locally when I had to eg for a social function in my village or when I was working in the marina. By the end of the year the urge to go 24/7 was stronger than ever and I realised I had no option but to go for it and disclosed to my GP to get the GIC on my case. I then gave myself 6 months to prepare for ‘D-Day’ (‘Disclosure Day’).   Most reputable websites advise taking disclosure very slowly, telling only a few now, a few more in a couple of weeks and so on. This would not have suited my circumstances. It would have been highly confusing for villagers - and for me - to see me switching between Trines and Tony on a daily basis; it would have to be all, and this would be on 1st June. I brought the vicar on board for genuine reasons but she also was a sounding-board; if she and her wardens had been decidedly ‘iffy’ about it all I probably would have sounded out again with a friend on whom I could rely for discretion or possibly have decided to switch to Plan B (ie ‘cut & run’).   4. I prepared and distributed an information leaflet.   I had tremendously complimentary feedback; many thought this had been a master-stroke. Even a lot of my better educated friends confessed to knowing little or nothing about transgenderism despite the number of high profile cases reported in the press over recent months. They said they thought they would have been much less sympathetic over my situation and proposed actions had they not been able to read and think about it. Some said they would have simply put me down as a ’perv’!  My history dating back to age 4 was genuinely eye-opening to them and made them really want to help me through my transition. It also worked on people who did not know me.  I distributed just under 250 but I know a lot were passed around and perhaps some 500 villagers or more have seen and been quite affected by it. I strongly recommend anyone thinking of transitioning to prepare a similar leaflet.   5. Once I publicly transitioned I really ‘put myself about’.  I realised I would need to socialise as much as I could to reinforce my presence as Trines in the village and to get villagers talking to me. I made sure I visited each pub each week at a peak time. I attended village do’s, some of which I would never have gone to previously, just to make sure I was seen and for the chance to chat to others. I went on more walks around the village, canal and marina in order to meet lots of others. I invited many to my place for a coffee and chat which they either agreed to or invited me to theirs instead.  I will take this up again as soon as my convalescence permits me and rather nicely, I’ve had quite a few offers to mow my lawns and do other heavy household chores.   The inhabitants of my village have really come up trumps; their generosity of spirit has been truly humbling particularly when you consider that at 6ft 3in without heels (and I always wear heels!) a large, wide frame and a profoundly deep voice, I cannot easily 'pass'.   Whether, in view of my cancer, I will ever be allowed feminising hormones or will ever be offered re-assignment surgery has now paled into insignificance for me now that I am living and being widely accepted as the person I am.   I sincerely hope all other girls who publicly transition have family, friends and neighbours as lovely as mine to deal with.   All my love   x x  
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  • Preparing for “D-Day” (“D” for “Disclosure”)   Stratford on Avon  May 2015  After Christmas I decided I was going to live out the rest of my life as a woman on a 24/7 basis.  I’m 70 next year and it was ‘now or never’.  For nearly 9 months I had been living as a woman at home and when out and about in the nearby towns but had not ‘come out’ to my friends and acquaintances in the village where I live.   I went dressed as a man when I disclosed my transgenderism to my (lady) doctor but took some photos with me, some dating back more than 50 years, so I could satisfy her this wasn’t just a recent phenomenon and that I hadn’t gone doolally because of my wife’s death early last year.   She was bowled over by the photos and asked me if I would give her make-up lessons so she could look 20 years younger too!    She immediately acceded to my request for a referral to the gender identity clinic (GIC) but then she had no option really, as there are strict NHS protocols and guidelines concerning transgender matters. As luck would have it, my local GIC was immediately next door in the ‘cottage’ hospital on the same campus as my doctor’s surgery; wasn’t I a lucky girl?  This hasn’t quickened up in the slightest the inordinately slow GIC process though.   She also changed my male name on the NHS records to that of my unofficially adopted female name and the NHS now only knows me as a female named Ms Trines Ward. All correspondence comes in that name. Any male doctor wishing to examine me must wheel in a female chaperone for my protection!  Recently I had an emergency operation and the hospital kept insisting I had to be put in a female ward; I only just managed to avoid this as I felt ill women and their visitors would not want to see me in the next bed without wig or make-up! In the male ward I wore androgynous pink and blue short pyjamas but the board above my bed clearly stated ‘Ms Trines Ward—female” as did the labels around my arm and ankle, and the staff punctiliously referred to me amongst staff and patients, as ‘she’ or ‘her’.   Back at the GIC, they informed me it was run by two psychiatrists and I would need a separate assessment consultation with each one before any treatment would be considered. There was a four months’ wait for each session which meant nothing could even begin to happen until October/November!  I thought this was completely out of order and I thoroughly read the two main published guidelines (both are on the net):   1. “Good practice guidelines for the assessment and treatment of adults with gender dysphoria” ref CR181 published by Royal College of Pyschiatrists Oct 2013   2) “Gender dysphoria services: a guide for General Practitioners and other healthcare staff” published by NHS.   These showed me my GIC’s timescales did not comply and some polite but firm letters and phone calls from me got the waits reduced to two months each; still lengthy but within the guidelines.  I can understand caution when dealing with tyros in their late teens/early twenties who might not even have ventured out dressed in public but not when dealing with very long in the tooth, fully experienced trans like me who know precisely where and how far they wish to go.   Both psychiatrists concluded I am fully transsexual and were happy to ‘take me all the way’. I’m not so sure. I’m not body dysphoric as far as my meat and two veg are concerned, in view of my age and recent bereavement I’m not seeking another partner, and neither am I gay so as Trines you might say I’m lesbian, so why would I want to lose my ‘wobbly bits’? I think I will be content to present myself as best I can as a woman even if I continue to have things in my knickers that other girls don’t have!  Provided I tuck no-one else will know whether I’ve had full reassignment or not.  What I want more than anything is feminising hormones so I can have effective facial and body hair removal and benefit from their desirable side-effects although at my age I cannot, unfortunately, expect oestrogen to give me any breast tissue   Meanwhile, I had to tell my three children and their families and then plan going fully public.   Whilst my wife ‘knew’ about me before we married, we agreed to keep it a secret from everyone for the protection both of our children and my wife from the substantial public opprobrium and ridicule they would have suffered, certainly back in the ‘70’s and ‘80’s. Indeed, on leaving home in the early 70’s I tried living full-time as a woman but had to give it up after 6 months because of the immense public hostility I suffered and the impossibility of getting a worthwhile job.   I now needed to inform my children of my condition and of my wish to ‘go public’. This would not be easy—and it wasn’t!  I paid for them to have quite expensive sessions with a counsellor experienced in transgender issues and this most definitely helped. All three of them are now fully supportive although my son, in particular, is still having trouble fully coming to terms with the ‘new’ me.  Fortunately there is a huge amount of love in my family and we will get there.   In 'Butch Biker Bitch' mode (Transtastic  photoshoot Feb 2015)   I have grandchildren by two of them and because they were all terribly upset by the death early last year of their granny, and they still are, my children do not want them to go through another bereavement because of the ‘loss’ of their granddad and neither do they want to risk them suffering cyber bullying so, for the time being at least, I have to be ‘granddad’ whenever I see them. I can do this wearing women’s shoes, trousers and tops so it is not too uncomfortable for me. It is a price I will pay if I have to.   With the children informed and ‘on board’ I was now, at long, long last  free to ‘go public’!  I had been planning this for several months as I wanted to try and ensure I would have the best possible result in terms of tolerance and acceptance by my local community.   I have lived in my fairly large village, population just over 2,000, for 15 years, 14 of those with my wife.  I have actively joined in with the local community, trying always to be nice to everyone, performing and directing with the drama society, secretary of the Twinning Association for many years, socialising in the four pubs, playing and umpiring for the cricket team, helping to organise village fetes etc.  In addition, I’ve always had a part-time job as deputy manager of the village’s very busy canal marina, selling boats and organising their big boat rallies and festivals. In addition, as a qualified Boat Master and passenger boat skipper, I give boat handling instruction throughout the inland waterways on my own account.   So I am very well known and, I like to think, well regarded  not only in the village but also through the large and widespread canal community. Coming out to all these many hundreds of people seemed to be a fearsome step to take, something I wasn’t sure I could manage.   I could of course always ‘cut and run’ by selling up, moving to a nice little house in a pleasant town somewhere, presenting myself immediately as Trines.  This way, I would not suffer any ridicule or shunning by people I knew. True. But the whole purpose of my fully transitioning was to be able to lead a full, entertaining and social life as Trines and to be accepted by and join in with my local community. If I moved away, I would not be known and, as an obvious transwoman, I would not make many new friends at all,.  I would be facing a rather lonely remainder of my life.   I didn’t struggle with this decision for very long, I bit the bullet and decided to openly disclose to my village; if it all went disastrously wrong then moving away would be my ‘Plan B’.   Family unity is so important to me I discussed every proposed step with my children and took on board all their suggestions. The doctor already knew, was professionally bound to secrecy and had got the NHS fully on side.   My next step was the vicar. I do have faith but for reasons I will not go into here had never attended the local church except for the occasional wedding and funeral. I knew her well through secular dealings and she had been fantastic over my wife’s funeral. I met her in male mode, told her I would like to start attending church services, that I wouldn’t mind singing in the choir (I knew they were desperately short and had no male voices at all) but there was just one tiny thing, I would be coming as a woman!  She was of course amazed by the news (my male persona is exceptionally masculine), bowled over by my photo’s and couldn’t wait to meet the real me which she did a few days later.   She was all for Trines being an active member of her congregation, brought her wardens confidentially on board for briefing on transgender matters so they could counsel any stroppy church members and got her bishop’s backing she could tell anyone who couldn’t freely accept me to clear off and find a different religion!  A target date of the first week in June was set and until then I would attend church and sing in the choir as a man and she would subliminally prepare everyone by seeding suitable comments about accepting and loving everyone regardless of their differences in the texts of her sermons, bidding prayers and in the Village News!   This now left me free to concentrate on my information leaflet. I had decided I would, the week before my transition, go round in drab to see every one of my friends and important acquaintances and tell them what I was proposing to do, show them some current and very historic photos if they wanted to see them, hope I could rely on their acceptance and continued friendship and leave them with an informative and illustrated leaflet which they could pass on to others if they wished.  This leaflet went through 6 or 7 draft stages and I was careful to include  things my children wanted said. I had 250 of these professionally printed on top quality, thick, glossy bi-folded A4  paper so they could easily withstand being passed around:- (if the type is too small to read, zoom in by pressing 'Ctrl' & '+' together):-   So the last week in May, the week before ‘D-Day’, arrived!   I went round telling all my friends and left them with a leaflet. I saw each pub licensee, leaving  half a dozen copies behind the bar as I was bound to be the village scandal for a few days and also got their promises that if any Neanderthals objected to my presence it would be them asked to leave the pub and not me. I had also booked a personal conference that week with my marina owner and his general manager. They had been on tenterhooks for weeks, fearful I was retiring or moving away. They seemed almost relieved when I told them Tony was becoming Trines, it was almost “Is that all? Thank God for that!” Subject to a private preview of the new me they were, as friends as well as equal opportunity employers, happy for me to continue in the role for them, dealing with the public. I’ve had to have new female uniforms bespoken as nothing off the peg was long enough and I made sure everything hugs my breast, waist and hips shapewear tightly. The office girls are green with envy as I look rather voluptuous and sexy—they have already demanded the same made to measure facility!   That Sunday I was not in church as I was managing the marina. The vicar took the opportunity of telling the congregation about me, how from the following week I would always be Trines,  and apparently spoke so beautifully and movingly on transgenderism  and why I should be embraced by them all,  there were quite a few damp eyes in the house. The wardens distributed my leaflets afterwards.    D - Day ! and its Aftermath   The following Monday, 1st June, Trines made her first public appearance in the village and Tony has never been seen since (except of course a couple of times down in London with the grandchildren).   Against all my fears and trepidation my public disclosure and transition has been an absolutely unbelievable success, beyond my wildest dreams.  I had told myself that if I could retain the goodwill of perhaps a third of my friends then that would be a good and acceptable result, making staying in the village worthwhile.  30%?  It’s greater than 100% as I now have more friends than before because of my transition!   People I’ve not seen before but who have read my leaflet or heard about me have been coming up in the street or pub to shake my hand, commend my bravery and to wish me luck!  I’ve had a rather nasty and emergency operation recently and news of this spread with the result that people, many of them my ’new’ friends, were falling over themselves, offering to drive me to and from hospital or to meet family at Rugby station and take them to visit me—a round trip of about 50 miles!   All my neighbours and friends are still very friendly, I can’t accept all the invites round for coffee etc, there are too many of them. I’m really welcome at church and am possibly the only lady bass in a church choir in the country! The church has put me on their fete committee and wants me to be the PA announcer and dog show commentator at the next one. I continue to work at the marina with no adverse feedback whatsoever from the public. I’ve recently been in charge of safety at the big annual historic boat rally, we get thousands of visitors each day, and had to go round telling loads of boat skippers and others what to do  (it’s like herding cats with them) - they all know me from previous years but if anything they were all nicer, friendlier and more compliant than they’ve ever been!  My boat training business has not dropped off in the slightest, no-one gives my transition a second thought when I inform them. The Twinning Association has asked me to prepare and present their next fund-raising quiz (a big annual event in the village). I’m cast in the next Players’ production, rehearsals start in September.  I’m very welcome in all four pubs and am never short of someone to chat to. I’ve been elected a member of a small, rather exclusive group of ladies who meet every few weeks to cattily swap the latest gossip and scandal whilst getting hammered on G&T!  I have even been asked if I would like to help out at the community-owned tea shop, serving coffee, cakes and conversation to villagers and passing boaters - which I will do after my current convalescence.   If anything my social life as Trines is better than it was for that person I used to be (what was his name?) and it wasn’t bad for him, so much so I think I am losing the need to meet up with my other trans friends as much as I used to. After all, there is nothing so satisfying as being accepted and socialised by ’normal’ people for the girl you are. I shall of course still get to Pink Punters occasionally as I will to Outskirts in Birmingham and come Hell or High Water I am definitely getting to Sparkle next year after it was so cruelly snatched from me this year by a cancerous tumour.   Those of you who’ve managed not to nod off but are still reading this and possibly thinking of transitioning yourselves at some time in the future, might like to have my views on why I think my public disclosure has been so successful.   1. I decided to brazen it out in the locality where I lived and was known, rather than move to a new location. Had it been necessary to move first then I might have delayed my local transition for a year or two so that I could get to know a fair number of people as a man. That would not, of course, have stopped me cross-dressing at home or from going out further afield in female mode.   2. I was well established and well-known in the locality, joined in community activities and, always trying to be a nice guy, I think I was generally well liked. Whilst having to come to terms with a friend’s transgenderism must be more difficult the better someone has known the person as a man, I think there may be that little more pressure to do so because they are a friend; if they were not or hardly known then, to avoid embarrassment or other difficulties I think people might be tempted to more or less ignore the trans, giving perhaps just a smile if meeting in the street.   3. I took my time and planned well!  I had been dressing almost every day since May 2014 at home and when out sight-seeing, shopping or socialising with other trans in towns near and far. I only presented as a man locally when I had to eg for a social function in my village or when I was working in the marina. By the end of the year the urge to go 24/7 was stronger than ever and I realised I had no option but to go for it and disclosed to my GP to get the GIC on my case. I then gave myself 6 months to prepare for ‘D-Day’ (‘Disclosure Day’).   Most reputable websites advise taking disclosure very slowly, telling only a few now, a few more in a couple of weeks and so on. This would not have suited my circumstances. It would have been highly confusing for villagers - and for me - to see me switching between Trines and Tony on a daily basis; it would have to be all, and this would be on 1st June. I brought the vicar on board for genuine reasons but she also was a sounding-board; if she and her wardens had been decidedly ‘iffy’ about it all I probably would have sounded out again with a friend on whom I could rely for discretion or possibly have decided to switch to Plan B (ie ‘cut & run’).   4. I prepared and distributed an information leaflet.   I had tremendously complimentary feedback; many thought this had been a master-stroke. Even a lot of my better educated friends confessed to knowing little or nothing about transgenderism despite the number of high profile cases reported in the press over recent months. They said they thought they would have been much less sympathetic over my situation and proposed actions had they not been able to read and think about it. Some said they would have simply put me down as a ’perv’!  My history dating back to age 4 was genuinely eye-opening to them and made them really want to help me through my transition. It also worked on people who did not know me.  I distributed just under 250 but I know a lot were passed around and perhaps some 500 villagers or more have seen and been quite affected by it. I strongly recommend anyone thinking of transitioning to prepare a similar leaflet.   5. Once I publicly transitioned I really ‘put myself about’.  I realised I would need to socialise as much as I could to reinforce my presence as Trines in the village and to get villagers talking to me. I made sure I visited each pub each week at a peak time. I attended village do’s, some of which I would never have gone to previously, just to make sure I was seen and for the chance to chat to others. I went on more walks around the village, canal and marina in order to meet lots of others. I invited many to my place for a coffee and chat which they either agreed to or invited me to theirs instead.  I will take this up again as soon as my convalescence permits me and rather nicely, I’ve had quite a few offers to mow my lawns and do other heavy household chores.   The inhabitants of my village have really come up trumps; their generosity of spirit has been truly humbling particularly when you consider that at 6ft 3in without heels (and I always wear heels!) a large, wide frame and a profoundly deep voice, I cannot easily 'pass'.   Whether, in view of my cancer, I will ever be allowed feminising hormones or will ever be offered re-assignment surgery has now paled into insignificance for me now that I am living and being widely accepted as the person I am.   I sincerely hope all other girls who publicly transition have family, friends and neighbours as lovely as mine to deal with.   All my love   x x  
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