Sunday, 31 August 2014

Telekinesis...

You can feel the power being used... your hands, no longer under your control, start to undress you. You try to struggle and resist, but soon you are naked.

And then the power's effects truly begin. Your skin begins the soften, body hair falling away... chest swelling, hips flaring, waist cinching...

The clothes you resisted rise through the air, slipping and snaking towards your body as the changes are complete... as you are ready to wear them at last... unable to resist, and shaped to suit them... the dress, the stockings, the high heeled shoes... they are yours... you are theirs.

Saturday, 30 August 2014

Never mind telekinesis

Lucy is about someone accidentally developing superpowers... and one of them is hair colour and style control.

Yes please.

Of course, I'd want the power to change more than just that...

Friday, 29 August 2014

Thursday, 28 August 2014

I wish for...

The rustle of silk with every movement. The tap of a high heel with every step. The whisper of hose against hose. The bounce of soft curls. The taste of lipstick. The sway of hips and the swing of breasts.

No longer having to hide the woman I really am. I couldn't if I tried. No-one would ever mistake me for a man ever again.

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Pierced ears?

I don't have them. I nearly got them pierced in my early 20s, when being rebellious and so on would have been cover for doing that as a male, but didn't. Just something else I missed out on.

Monday, 25 August 2014

Ahhh...

The weekend is over, tidied up, a little time to myself... time to shower early and slip into something more comfortable. As I write this, I adjust my favourite skirt over my sheer black hose.

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Early impressions

A documentary about Kate Bush reminded me how her "chainmail bikini" look in Babooshka made a strong early impression on me, how she'd suddenly go from demure, veiled and soft-spoken to shouting stompy sexualised Red Sonja.

I wonder how much people messing around with gender and sexual stereotypes when I was little informed who and what I am now. It all comes from somewhere...

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Oh Clara, I wish I could wear that like you do...

And I guess the rest of Doctor Who was fun too.

Friday, 22 August 2014

Boy Meets Girl

The BBC are prepping a sitcom about a relationship between a "regular" guy and a transwoman, to star an actual transwoman. Apparently I missed the Trans Comedy Award that the script was submitted for. I hope it's, y'know, good.

Of course, there was another Boy Meets Girl on ITV five years ago, with Martin Freeman and Rachael Stirling body-swapping. It has to be better than that...

Thursday, 21 August 2014

It's a hair crime.

Wow, the Dracula TV series last year really wasn't good.

And don't make Katie McGrath blonde.

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Still haven't fully tidied up, or dressed up. And no, I haven't been tidying up in an apron. :P

At least I've caught up with some online fun, so that's something.

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Monday, 18 August 2014

Office wear

For an Elliquiy game, looking for suitably feminine attire for an office that's being Stepfordised.

1 is for the grownup ladies. I think 3 would suit us "girls".

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Plans

Okay, buying myself a whole new Gothy makeup set.

Around Halloween.

Saturday, 16 August 2014

I'm sexy! I'm cute! I'm popular to boot!

Your long golden hair is tied into a ponytail, bouncing and tickling the back of your neck.

It's the one time you're seen without high heels. But the bouncy little pleated skirt makes up for it.

Every guy in school wants you, or at least one of your squad.

You remember a time before you joined the cheerleaders. Life was so much less fun...

Friday, 15 August 2014

Grooming

My nails are getting kind of long. Unfortunately this means having to cut them back, not get a manicure and some polish.

It's interesting how something as simple as that gets loaded with meaning.

Shaving facial hair is normal for men, despite being a complicated and often painful process, to look more boyish.

Shaving my legs would be right out, though...

And the real head-scratcher is... why is the taboo stuff so darned arousing?

Thursday, 14 August 2014

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Me again

After a week and more sneaking around, it's sooooo nice to be able to dress again and play around online. I'm properly dressed for the first time this month. It feels so good to be in a skirt.

Remind me to buy myself something pretty for when the visit's over, rather than just a temporary respite.

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Helplessness

High heels. Hosiery.

Skirts so tight you have to walk with a wiggle and running is all but impossible. Or so heavy they weight you down. Or so long you cannot see your feet as you descend the stairs.

Girdles. Corsets. Long nails.

Everything designed to make you helpless.

Mmm.

As a small example, Louise found this video on getting into and out of cars in a tight skirt and high heels. As she noted, the demonstrator makes it look easy... but it isn't, is it?

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Identities

Umpteen years ago, I read "What's In A Name?" a one-off comic strip by Neil Gaiman in 2000AD about an author who used pseudonyms to cover various genres, imagining each as a different character - a tough veteran for action stories, a Byronic thinker for serious drama and (TG interest alert!) a sultry vamp for romances. He got to the point they were starting to intrude on each other's stories, so he came to a psychiatrist... who (this being 2000AD) had a mental projection booth thingy that allowed each persona to leave the original writer's body and live separately.

(The punchline being the author couldn't think of anything himself, so he had to create a new pseudonym in a new genre... and the double punchline being the psychiatrist considering publishing his notes, thinking no-one would believe him, thinking of a pen name and deciding against it.)

Anyway... the idea of taking another persona out and having it live separately as a different person stuck.

If I could pull Beatrice with all of her desires out into a separate body, leaving (redacted) to look like I do now and not want to look like Beatrice any more, I'm sure we'd both be happier.

But which one would be me...?

Saturday, 9 August 2014

Manly fantasy... with lots of dressing up

Immortals was on TV tonight. Lovely. Terrible, but lovely.

Not as lovely, from my POV, as The Cell (with Jennifer Lopez turning into a queen in a posture collar) or The Fall (with Justine Waddell in a kimono) but I'll take it. And Frieda Pinto managed to come right out of washing in a waterfall with her eyeliner just so and her red satin robe nice and clean too. Lucky thing. So nice to see a director who understands the value of a fabulous ensemble.

(And Henry Cavill with his shirt off and oiled up as well.)

I really must watch Mirror Mirror sometime.

Friday, 8 August 2014

Someday

I believe that in the future, we will be able to become whoever we want to be.

I hope I get to see that time.

What do you hope for our future?

Thursday, 7 August 2014

What do you do?

The package is addressed to you, but you do not recognise the sender. It looks like a shoebox.

It is.

Inside is a pair of elegant high heels. In your size.

Who knows your secret? Who would send these to you?

And do you put them on?

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Playing unwilling vs. willing

Right now I have a new RP going, where my character did not want to be changed. It's a punishment for being an aggressive alpha male type, among other motives. So he's furious about being kidnapped and turned into a girl against his will, and what is expected of him as a result. We've had to come up with reasons for him not to kill his abductor, or himself. I'm worried I'm pushing it too far, so I'm looking for a balance.

At a certain point, realistic responses to a forced change have to take a back seat, or such stories will end in escape or revenge. A few do, because that's how they feel they should.

I also have another with a boy who is actually intersex trying to get out of a con trick involving him posing as a lady. He's not used to power so he whines and grumbles as he goes along with it, but he's highly defensive of his negligible masculinity and that's great fun to play.

Willing characters, on the other hand, need some other source of plot, or it's just a changing and dressing fantasy, not a story. They're very easy to play because I'd be a willing character myself, but they might not be much fun to read.

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Send me back... somewhere nice.

One of the biggest TV shows of the year is likely to be Outlander, a time travel romance based on a very popular book series and with the Battlestar Galactica people making it.

Time travel romance is a major fantasy of mine, but Outlander is a bit of a weird one for me, though, because...

(a) the heroine goes back to the 1740s from the 1940s instead of the present...

(b) I don't really get sexy Highlanders, being Scottish.

(Trivia: a kilt may be a skirt but it doesn't trigger my dressing-in-drag arousal, since it's a MAN skirt and I can wear it at fancy parties without being in drag.)

And (c) the clothes she gets aren't pretty. There were pretty clothes in the 1740s, but not really in rough rural Scotland. There may be a big-pretty-dress scene at some point, of course. But I'd be pretty bummed if I got sent back and had to wear homespun wool all the time.

Monday, 4 August 2014

Male clothes... pretty much all boring.

A retro shop in town has a sign saying "life's too short to wear boring clothes." I wish I could live by that maxim...

Life's certainly too short to wear boring clothes all the time...

Sunday, 3 August 2014

In the closet, and not in the fun dressing-up way

My brother is visiting for the next three weeks, so posts might be a bit erratic. (And he doesn't even have a Gothy girlfriend I can try on clothes from, as he's married and she's back where he lives with their kids.)

Saturday, 2 August 2014

Costume / Drag / Theatricality

The Edinburgh Festivals have begun, four weeks of great shows, crap shows, and of course some drag shows.

The Lady Boys Of Bangkok have been a fixture here for years, with new girls just about every year making this poor un-passing dresser jealous. I saw them out and about one year... I suspect. Certainly it was a group of rather tall Thai girls in short skirts with some slightly falsetto voices.

Not a lot of all-male as-intended Shakespeare this year, sadly.

I have never gotten up on stage in drag. That would be a workable excuse, but the opportunity has never arisen.

Friday, 1 August 2014

TG Movies: (spoiler)

Okay, this is a Pedro Almodovar movie which doesn't reveal its TG-ish-ness until 2/3 of the way in. But it's not exactly secret among our little subculture... but still, cut for spoiler...

Cut for spoiler...

... I think...

... that should do it...