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  • 26 Oct 2015
    Well in my workplace I am unhappy to report that I am being victimised on a regular basis.  On Saturday I counted my lucky stars I had been in the salon for 28 minutes before I was told 'fuck off Ashley'.  Thats a record.  Maybe the management have told them to go easy on me being the fragile little flower I am.  I am almost certain that this abuse can only stem from the fact I am a transsexual.   The Tuesday preceeding this I was told that I would have to wear a bra to work.  One of the stylists told me that she could see my tits through my top. OK its a primark top so she had a point (cant wear anything more expensive seeing as I get coated head to toe in bleach and tint everyday).  However a man wouldnt be told to wear a bra to work, so why should I have to?   I wore a bra on Friday.  I hate wearing a bra.   We're going on holiday to Italy.  All paid for.  Apparently the girl who does the wedding makeup wants to tart me right up.    I get picked on all the time.  I just want to blend in.  Not stand out.  Chill in the background.  Go unnoticed.   Can anyone help?    
    846 Posted by Mia Wallace
  • Well in my workplace I am unhappy to report that I am being victimised on a regular basis.  On Saturday I counted my lucky stars I had been in the salon for 28 minutes before I was told 'fuck off Ashley'.  Thats a record.  Maybe the management have told them to go easy on me being the fragile little flower I am.  I am almost certain that this abuse can only stem from the fact I am a transsexual.   The Tuesday preceeding this I was told that I would have to wear a bra to work.  One of the stylists told me that she could see my tits through my top. OK its a primark top so she had a point (cant wear anything more expensive seeing as I get coated head to toe in bleach and tint everyday).  However a man wouldnt be told to wear a bra to work, so why should I have to?   I wore a bra on Friday.  I hate wearing a bra.   We're going on holiday to Italy.  All paid for.  Apparently the girl who does the wedding makeup wants to tart me right up.    I get picked on all the time.  I just want to blend in.  Not stand out.  Chill in the background.  Go unnoticed.   Can anyone help?    
    Oct 26, 2015 846
  • 15 Oct 2015
    Ive been on hormones for 23 months now. Well on an effective dosage for 14 months. Finally I'm getting near to how I want to be. Its been a long old hike but I've finally got the body I wanted (nearly) and the confidence to go with it. It used to piss me off on here when people talked about being TG as a journey, but I guess thats what it is. I see it more as evolving. Your brain evolves. Your look involves. In some cases your body evolves. Its some fairly big shit to be dealing with. I never dealt with it so well. Sites like this can help during such periods in your life. What I've noticed though is i've started posting a lot less on trans sites. Now my Alan Turing chemical castration (yes i received 3 of the same injections as that poor fucker) has worn off my sex drive is back with a BANG I can be found on adult sites again. Shame on me. The thing is trans issues are obviously of interest to me. The blogs that go up on here (occasionally) by Pauline or whoever interest me (sometimes). Thats about it though nowadays. I've nothing against people who frequent TG sites who haven't got anything worthwhile to contribute. Photos of them dressed age inappropriately whilst the wifes out isn't my bag. I used to do that. So I guess not for the first time I sound like a hypocrite. Maybe I am. But I used to be an adolescent, and now at my age I cannot stand most of the little fuckers. I guess the same goes for closet crossdressers. I realise that dressing in gender inappropriate clothing (inappropriate to your genetalia before anyone chirps up) covers a whole world of shit. I get most/all of it. Doesn't mean I like most of it and those who do it. I'm being honest. I've got nothing in common with someone who wanks themselves half to death hairy legs in tights nor anything in common with people who like a kid have a dressing up box which they can get busy with and post pictures of themselves on the net. Massively hypocritical? Yes I am. I'm now at a point where I am one person. A whole person. I don't have a 'girl name' and talk about myself in the 3rd person. Yes I'm Mia on a sex site and Facebook (yes my friends and family Facebook), but being called Mia Wallace is done for a laugh. I'm Gemma on an adult entertainment site, but show me a hooker who uses their real name? Regardless I think the whole talking about yourself in the 3rd person is just plain odd. I realise I'm lucky and started HRT at just the right time to enable me to grow and style my hair effectively as a woman. I'm lucky I was born with my body. The thing is especially during the last two months where I've got a nice haircut and now my tits arse and thighs have grown I've now got the confidence I need. I'm one person. Don't get me wrong, even though on a personal level I don't like some of them, people that go out en femme I've got a whole lot of respect for. I'm not a total cunt. I just feel a detachment now from trans sites which are invariably heavily populated with closet cds. But with that detachment I have discovered more of a connection with boring old general life and those who live it. Its really weird how things go. I've even managed to hold down a regular job for 6mnths. Check me out. All that said though, this site helped me enormously during the last 4 turbulant years. But before any of you get too fuckin excited this isn't me saying goodbye. Hahahaha.  Unlucky buddy.  I still like seeing if anyones written anything remotely interesting once in a while. So If you yourself are on 'a journey' good luck you'll need it.  
    806 Posted by Mia Wallace
  • Ive been on hormones for 23 months now. Well on an effective dosage for 14 months. Finally I'm getting near to how I want to be. Its been a long old hike but I've finally got the body I wanted (nearly) and the confidence to go with it. It used to piss me off on here when people talked about being TG as a journey, but I guess thats what it is. I see it more as evolving. Your brain evolves. Your look involves. In some cases your body evolves. Its some fairly big shit to be dealing with. I never dealt with it so well. Sites like this can help during such periods in your life. What I've noticed though is i've started posting a lot less on trans sites. Now my Alan Turing chemical castration (yes i received 3 of the same injections as that poor fucker) has worn off my sex drive is back with a BANG I can be found on adult sites again. Shame on me. The thing is trans issues are obviously of interest to me. The blogs that go up on here (occasionally) by Pauline or whoever interest me (sometimes). Thats about it though nowadays. I've nothing against people who frequent TG sites who haven't got anything worthwhile to contribute. Photos of them dressed age inappropriately whilst the wifes out isn't my bag. I used to do that. So I guess not for the first time I sound like a hypocrite. Maybe I am. But I used to be an adolescent, and now at my age I cannot stand most of the little fuckers. I guess the same goes for closet crossdressers. I realise that dressing in gender inappropriate clothing (inappropriate to your genetalia before anyone chirps up) covers a whole world of shit. I get most/all of it. Doesn't mean I like most of it and those who do it. I'm being honest. I've got nothing in common with someone who wanks themselves half to death hairy legs in tights nor anything in common with people who like a kid have a dressing up box which they can get busy with and post pictures of themselves on the net. Massively hypocritical? Yes I am. I'm now at a point where I am one person. A whole person. I don't have a 'girl name' and talk about myself in the 3rd person. Yes I'm Mia on a sex site and Facebook (yes my friends and family Facebook), but being called Mia Wallace is done for a laugh. I'm Gemma on an adult entertainment site, but show me a hooker who uses their real name? Regardless I think the whole talking about yourself in the 3rd person is just plain odd. I realise I'm lucky and started HRT at just the right time to enable me to grow and style my hair effectively as a woman. I'm lucky I was born with my body. The thing is especially during the last two months where I've got a nice haircut and now my tits arse and thighs have grown I've now got the confidence I need. I'm one person. Don't get me wrong, even though on a personal level I don't like some of them, people that go out en femme I've got a whole lot of respect for. I'm not a total cunt. I just feel a detachment now from trans sites which are invariably heavily populated with closet cds. But with that detachment I have discovered more of a connection with boring old general life and those who live it. Its really weird how things go. I've even managed to hold down a regular job for 6mnths. Check me out. All that said though, this site helped me enormously during the last 4 turbulant years. But before any of you get too fuckin excited this isn't me saying goodbye. Hahahaha.  Unlucky buddy.  I still like seeing if anyones written anything remotely interesting once in a while. So If you yourself are on 'a journey' good luck you'll need it.  
    Oct 15, 2015 806
  • 10 Apr 2015
     Are YOU Considering The Gender Identity Clinic   I've read several blogs on here (and written a few to) regarding taking steps to seek professional help with regards to gender difficulties. Having been through the process from start to finish I thought it might be worth writing this article in order to help people understand the several stages you go through, from initial contact with the GP all the way through to what to expect at the clinic itself. I hope anyone in this situation finds this information useful.   THE GP   This is obviously the first point of contact.   Obviously this is a difficult step to take. Talking to someone who is working in an official capacity about the problems you are facing regarding your gender difficulties can understandably be a very dauntingt. The truth is you really have nothing to worry about. The GP is there to care for your needs. They have a 'duty of care' to you as an NHS patient to help you resolve any medical issues you are facing, be it a common cold or chronic gender dysphoria. In simple speak they are your 'friend'. In reality the chances are very remote that your GP will have substantial, or even any, experience in this field. Its not part of their professional remit. Its their job to refer you to a shrink. Depending on where you live in the country there is an outside chance it may be a gender shrink, but in all likelihood it will be a regular shrink at your local lNHS mental health practice. Your GP however will remain your point of contact throughout this whole process and will help you co-ordinate you through each stage. So your relationship will be ongoing which means it would be helpful for you to build up a good rapport with him/her.   THE SHRINK   I can't talk much about this as my issues (which I will try to refrain to talk about as best as possible throughout this writing) were more complex. The shrinks job is to make a brief assessment of you and then pass on a referral to the Gender Clinic. Don't worry its highly unlikely you will be carted off to a nuthouse for choosing to wear a dress. Your GP will again be kept in the loop.   THE GENDER IDENTITY CLINIC   Again this can be daunting. But it isn't. You are talking to an expert in their field. This is the point when your issues are actually being looked at with regard to any possible outcome in the future. Its going to vary a lot with case to case, but a lot of mine was spent looking at my background, my childhood, current family relationships etc. You will be asked about criminal record, employment, substance abuse etc. The they will want to know about when you realised you had gender issues and how you deal with them now. Obviously from here the interview will go in several different directions depending on the person they are seeing as we are all very much individuals. The interview will be scheduled for 45 minutes and you will be given a date for your second interview. The second interview will mirror the initial one. However it will be with a different person with different questioning techniques and most likely be the head of department. Once this interview is concluded both wlll schedule a meeting with each other to discuss their findings. You will be expected after the first second or third interview, varies case to case to start a real life experience if you haven't done so already. You will be expected to change your name and live full time as a woman. This real life experience is to last a year. Once you have proved to them you have lived full time as a woman, then they will be prepared to fully investigate Hormone Replacement Therapy. It may have been discussed at previous meetings as may also how far you want to go with the process (Full op or keep your bits). You will be given blood tests to ascertain if your body and chemical constitution is suitable healthwise. You will see a general physician at the clinic who will give you an examination. Throughout this process, each meeting, the physician, the blood tests and even the initial shrink, all results will be sent to your GP.Its is likely that your GP will liase with you during certain times of the process to keep up to date with your progress. If you do start hormone treatment you will have a blood test every six weeks and if theres any problems they will let you know, if not and you don't want the full op, thats you finished. On your way. Out the door. The most important thing in this whole situation is you. Be truthful with yourself. Does you family know the difficulties you are facing? If the answers no, maybe its best not to consider this course of action until they do know. Are you willing to live this life full-time? If the answers no again I would treat this course of action with caution. You really need to have your mind made up. The Gender Clinics lose an incredible amount of money and waiting lists are so long because people get cold feet and duck out of going. This is not fair on others who really need and are committed to this service. If you still talk about your female persona in 3rd person again I would suggest this isn't for you (i've got numerous different identities over the internet but thats for completely different reasons lol). Its all about you as a whole person. Its about your life not being fractured anymore.   TIME FRAMES   Depending on where you live in the UK these vary enormously. London is horrendous whereas other parts of the country are apparently quite quick so unfortunately I cannot be of any assistance to you So I hope if you are considering this as a course of action you found this useful, and if you have anything I can help with jet mail me and I will be happy to help. I hope you found this useful xxx
    783 Posted by Mia Wallace
  •  Are YOU Considering The Gender Identity Clinic   I've read several blogs on here (and written a few to) regarding taking steps to seek professional help with regards to gender difficulties. Having been through the process from start to finish I thought it might be worth writing this article in order to help people understand the several stages you go through, from initial contact with the GP all the way through to what to expect at the clinic itself. I hope anyone in this situation finds this information useful.   THE GP   This is obviously the first point of contact.   Obviously this is a difficult step to take. Talking to someone who is working in an official capacity about the problems you are facing regarding your gender difficulties can understandably be a very dauntingt. The truth is you really have nothing to worry about. The GP is there to care for your needs. They have a 'duty of care' to you as an NHS patient to help you resolve any medical issues you are facing, be it a common cold or chronic gender dysphoria. In simple speak they are your 'friend'. In reality the chances are very remote that your GP will have substantial, or even any, experience in this field. Its not part of their professional remit. Its their job to refer you to a shrink. Depending on where you live in the country there is an outside chance it may be a gender shrink, but in all likelihood it will be a regular shrink at your local lNHS mental health practice. Your GP however will remain your point of contact throughout this whole process and will help you co-ordinate you through each stage. So your relationship will be ongoing which means it would be helpful for you to build up a good rapport with him/her.   THE SHRINK   I can't talk much about this as my issues (which I will try to refrain to talk about as best as possible throughout this writing) were more complex. The shrinks job is to make a brief assessment of you and then pass on a referral to the Gender Clinic. Don't worry its highly unlikely you will be carted off to a nuthouse for choosing to wear a dress. Your GP will again be kept in the loop.   THE GENDER IDENTITY CLINIC   Again this can be daunting. But it isn't. You are talking to an expert in their field. This is the point when your issues are actually being looked at with regard to any possible outcome in the future. Its going to vary a lot with case to case, but a lot of mine was spent looking at my background, my childhood, current family relationships etc. You will be asked about criminal record, employment, substance abuse etc. The they will want to know about when you realised you had gender issues and how you deal with them now. Obviously from here the interview will go in several different directions depending on the person they are seeing as we are all very much individuals. The interview will be scheduled for 45 minutes and you will be given a date for your second interview. The second interview will mirror the initial one. However it will be with a different person with different questioning techniques and most likely be the head of department. Once this interview is concluded both wlll schedule a meeting with each other to discuss their findings. You will be expected after the first second or third interview, varies case to case to start a real life experience if you haven't done so already. You will be expected to change your name and live full time as a woman. This real life experience is to last a year. Once you have proved to them you have lived full time as a woman, then they will be prepared to fully investigate Hormone Replacement Therapy. It may have been discussed at previous meetings as may also how far you want to go with the process (Full op or keep your bits). You will be given blood tests to ascertain if your body and chemical constitution is suitable healthwise. You will see a general physician at the clinic who will give you an examination. Throughout this process, each meeting, the physician, the blood tests and even the initial shrink, all results will be sent to your GP.Its is likely that your GP will liase with you during certain times of the process to keep up to date with your progress. If you do start hormone treatment you will have a blood test every six weeks and if theres any problems they will let you know, if not and you don't want the full op, thats you finished. On your way. Out the door. The most important thing in this whole situation is you. Be truthful with yourself. Does you family know the difficulties you are facing? If the answers no, maybe its best not to consider this course of action until they do know. Are you willing to live this life full-time? If the answers no again I would treat this course of action with caution. You really need to have your mind made up. The Gender Clinics lose an incredible amount of money and waiting lists are so long because people get cold feet and duck out of going. This is not fair on others who really need and are committed to this service. If you still talk about your female persona in 3rd person again I would suggest this isn't for you (i've got numerous different identities over the internet but thats for completely different reasons lol). Its all about you as a whole person. Its about your life not being fractured anymore.   TIME FRAMES   Depending on where you live in the UK these vary enormously. London is horrendous whereas other parts of the country are apparently quite quick so unfortunately I cannot be of any assistance to you So I hope if you are considering this as a course of action you found this useful, and if you have anything I can help with jet mail me and I will be happy to help. I hope you found this useful xxx
    Apr 10, 2015 783
  • 07 Mar 2015
    society is so pro gay/tranny it makes me ill when i see 'trans' people playing the victim card   if you grew a pair and stopped sneaking round wanking yourself half to death whilst looking like a rejected extra from the little britain show, you might actually realise that british society is one cool phenomena and I feel proud to be part of it whatever my life choices might be   we arent in the 70's anymore kids so please stop whining on and bleating about how difficult life is and be proud and you will maybe realise that discrimination starts and ends in your own head. Its probably because you think being trans is wrong that you are such a sneak. I have no time for that shit   that is all   (and isnt it one gorgeous sunny day today)
    1567 Posted by Mia Wallace
  • society is so pro gay/tranny it makes me ill when i see 'trans' people playing the victim card   if you grew a pair and stopped sneaking round wanking yourself half to death whilst looking like a rejected extra from the little britain show, you might actually realise that british society is one cool phenomena and I feel proud to be part of it whatever my life choices might be   we arent in the 70's anymore kids so please stop whining on and bleating about how difficult life is and be proud and you will maybe realise that discrimination starts and ends in your own head. Its probably because you think being trans is wrong that you are such a sneak. I have no time for that shit   that is all   (and isnt it one gorgeous sunny day today)
    Mar 07, 2015 1567
  • 09 Feb 2015
    My Transtastic Trip To Manchester   I don't get away too often. Kind of enjoy where I am, being with my friends, making a spectacle out of myself in my local town, looking after my clingy cat and being at home. I'm so very much a home person. Subsequently in the last 4 years I've only spent 2 nights away from home. So a weekend away for me was a big deal really.   Problem is with my perspectives when I do go away I tend to go a little nuts as I'm out of my comfort zone and I tend to experience high levels if excitement. High levels of excitement in my case generally equates to getting as much of everything I can get down my greasy gizzards in as small a time frame as possible.   I'm not exaggerating.   Subsequently when i arrived in High Wycombe on Friday morning with a hangover to catch the train I couldn't help deliberately missing the first train to have a couple of pints in wetherspoons at 9.30am. That aside the trip there was fairly quick and non descript. Not a bad thing.   When I arrived at Manchester to meet Tina and we opted for a trip to the pub. Ironically the same pub I was in on my last trip there when I was sat there waiting for my train home surrounded by people who hated my guts for my behaviour the night before. But thats an entirely different story.   Had a couple there then a brief stop at the hotel and drop our bags straight off due to a chance meeting with another transtastic member, Trines then off to another pub. Had several there then went for dinner. Food was nice, restaurant was cool, my behaviour still verging on reasonable.   Then off to the gay party zone. Went in one place for a quick pint and a shot but cannot remember what it was called. Churchills Kareoke pub great as were the shots with steam coming out of them served in test tubes, had 3 of those badboys. Paddys Goose was great even though the landlord was taken aback somewhat at my views on which toilet I should use. The Chilli Sambuka was also great as were the tia maria coiuntreau jaffa cakes as was the berry cider. Naps was fun, disco dancing although what I was drinking at this stage of the game I wasn't entirely sure of. Then went to some place might have been New York New York where some local scallies administered me with what must have been some form of local produce in the toilets, seemingly whether i liked it or not which sent the evening in a slightly different direction. Again I'm very unsure as to what I was drinking at this stage of the game.   Arrived back at the hotel at 2am. I wanted a fag so had to go outside, ended up talking to the hotel night staff for two or three hours. Drinking coca cola. Actually may have been longer as I made my way out of the hotel at 6am to try another club by myself in a ridiculous state. Given the baselines and the wide eyes in this club and the given time I reckon illegal drugs were being taken by one and all. Lovely atmosphere :)   So I got home at 7.30am. Went to sleep. Woke up at 10am. Fresh as a daisy. Not. Had to go Primark as I didn't have a handbag which was like hell on earth in that state and was quite a hike. Then made myself back to the homosexual orientated part of the city called the village. Bumped into trannys. Then went to same pub i was in the night before which i cant remember the name of. Had a pint and a shot to try and level myself out. Oh yeh we'd gone into Paddys Gosse before that for another drink. Then we walked to the centre. Maybe 9 or 10 of us there was. Walking was gay. I was fucked and all I could think about was where was I going to get my next drink from. Photos were taken in various places. My highlight was drinking Lambrini with the down and outs on a park bench. Salt of the earth and all that ;)   More photos, shopping centres, oh and a football pub, i.e full of scallies off to see the city hull game. Managed 2 pints of cider in there. Then stopped for lunch. Gave lunch a swerve as I was fairly convinced food would have a fairly shit reaction given my troubled state. Had another pint mind. Then more shopping centres. Then finally the long walk back to the village. Then pubs then clubs then going home too fucked to drink anymore at a much earlier time than the night before, had a nice mixed kebab mind.   So all in all I met some fun people Liz's better half and Amy were great as they seemed quite keen on alcohol consumption so they spoke my kind of 1 dimensional language. Beckie seemed to be having fun taking 200 selfless on any phone left unattended. Beckies better half was eccentric and amusing. And everyone else I met were nice. Oh and Pauline didn't have to tell me off once during the entire trip :) There wasn't a bad bugger out of everyone from this site that went   Obviously the journey back was vile as I was so dizzy i could barely stand up and felt horrendous beyond any description my vocabulary is capable of. But all in all I guess it was good fun and I managed not to severly piss off anyone that I encountered over the weekend. So thank you northerners for your hospitality and friendliness, thanks to Tina for putting up with me for the entirety of the trip, except when she was puking up in the toilet all day saturday when i was out, and my missing in action on friday night saturday morning for five and a half hours   And thanks to Liz the tour leader, great event and I guess I'll see you at the next one if I'm allowed to come :) Oh and my cat was thrilled to see me when I got home and has not left me ever since, bless the black and white cunt that she is xx
    708 Posted by Mia Wallace
  • My Transtastic Trip To Manchester   I don't get away too often. Kind of enjoy where I am, being with my friends, making a spectacle out of myself in my local town, looking after my clingy cat and being at home. I'm so very much a home person. Subsequently in the last 4 years I've only spent 2 nights away from home. So a weekend away for me was a big deal really.   Problem is with my perspectives when I do go away I tend to go a little nuts as I'm out of my comfort zone and I tend to experience high levels if excitement. High levels of excitement in my case generally equates to getting as much of everything I can get down my greasy gizzards in as small a time frame as possible.   I'm not exaggerating.   Subsequently when i arrived in High Wycombe on Friday morning with a hangover to catch the train I couldn't help deliberately missing the first train to have a couple of pints in wetherspoons at 9.30am. That aside the trip there was fairly quick and non descript. Not a bad thing.   When I arrived at Manchester to meet Tina and we opted for a trip to the pub. Ironically the same pub I was in on my last trip there when I was sat there waiting for my train home surrounded by people who hated my guts for my behaviour the night before. But thats an entirely different story.   Had a couple there then a brief stop at the hotel and drop our bags straight off due to a chance meeting with another transtastic member, Trines then off to another pub. Had several there then went for dinner. Food was nice, restaurant was cool, my behaviour still verging on reasonable.   Then off to the gay party zone. Went in one place for a quick pint and a shot but cannot remember what it was called. Churchills Kareoke pub great as were the shots with steam coming out of them served in test tubes, had 3 of those badboys. Paddys Goose was great even though the landlord was taken aback somewhat at my views on which toilet I should use. The Chilli Sambuka was also great as were the tia maria coiuntreau jaffa cakes as was the berry cider. Naps was fun, disco dancing although what I was drinking at this stage of the game I wasn't entirely sure of. Then went to some place might have been New York New York where some local scallies administered me with what must have been some form of local produce in the toilets, seemingly whether i liked it or not which sent the evening in a slightly different direction. Again I'm very unsure as to what I was drinking at this stage of the game.   Arrived back at the hotel at 2am. I wanted a fag so had to go outside, ended up talking to the hotel night staff for two or three hours. Drinking coca cola. Actually may have been longer as I made my way out of the hotel at 6am to try another club by myself in a ridiculous state. Given the baselines and the wide eyes in this club and the given time I reckon illegal drugs were being taken by one and all. Lovely atmosphere :)   So I got home at 7.30am. Went to sleep. Woke up at 10am. Fresh as a daisy. Not. Had to go Primark as I didn't have a handbag which was like hell on earth in that state and was quite a hike. Then made myself back to the homosexual orientated part of the city called the village. Bumped into trannys. Then went to same pub i was in the night before which i cant remember the name of. Had a pint and a shot to try and level myself out. Oh yeh we'd gone into Paddys Gosse before that for another drink. Then we walked to the centre. Maybe 9 or 10 of us there was. Walking was gay. I was fucked and all I could think about was where was I going to get my next drink from. Photos were taken in various places. My highlight was drinking Lambrini with the down and outs on a park bench. Salt of the earth and all that ;)   More photos, shopping centres, oh and a football pub, i.e full of scallies off to see the city hull game. Managed 2 pints of cider in there. Then stopped for lunch. Gave lunch a swerve as I was fairly convinced food would have a fairly shit reaction given my troubled state. Had another pint mind. Then more shopping centres. Then finally the long walk back to the village. Then pubs then clubs then going home too fucked to drink anymore at a much earlier time than the night before, had a nice mixed kebab mind.   So all in all I met some fun people Liz's better half and Amy were great as they seemed quite keen on alcohol consumption so they spoke my kind of 1 dimensional language. Beckie seemed to be having fun taking 200 selfless on any phone left unattended. Beckies better half was eccentric and amusing. And everyone else I met were nice. Oh and Pauline didn't have to tell me off once during the entire trip :) There wasn't a bad bugger out of everyone from this site that went   Obviously the journey back was vile as I was so dizzy i could barely stand up and felt horrendous beyond any description my vocabulary is capable of. But all in all I guess it was good fun and I managed not to severly piss off anyone that I encountered over the weekend. So thank you northerners for your hospitality and friendliness, thanks to Tina for putting up with me for the entirety of the trip, except when she was puking up in the toilet all day saturday when i was out, and my missing in action on friday night saturday morning for five and a half hours   And thanks to Liz the tour leader, great event and I guess I'll see you at the next one if I'm allowed to come :) Oh and my cat was thrilled to see me when I got home and has not left me ever since, bless the black and white cunt that she is xx
    Feb 09, 2015 708
  • 29 Jan 2015
    I received an email on here from someone I would consider to be an undesirable.  You know the type, revolting username, no photo, obviously views his computer and the internet as wank equipment, then off every weekend round B&Q and Homebase with his poor unsuspecting wife.   Heres the mail:   'What on earth made you say something as nasty as that. You seem to be the only person on here that says nasty and hurtful things to people.'   Now I do realise this site does cater for shall we say 'more adult tastes' - theres even a photo of me on the slideshow on the home page to illustrate there is adult content on here.  The thing is I so don't want to see grotesque images when I log onto this website.    Thankfully this site is run in the knowledge that this 'scene' is very fractured.  Not everyone has the same interests or the same reasons to express a certain level of femininity.  Subsequently there are both 'safe feed' and 'adult feed' options.  I personally don't see any femininity in a fat hairy bloke waving his weasel about just because hes wearing a dress.  But thats my own opinion. When photos are posted on this site the default setting is adult, so you have to make an effort to select the inappropriate setting for your photo.  There are no excuses for this behaviour.   Before some smart arse finds some very graphic images of me from other sites, lets just say those images are posted for professional purposes.  Also they are 'tasteful' enough for 5 to 10 people a day to pay for a 24hr access to the albums.  I don't do it for tittilation.   Now if you get excited by this sort of behaviour, fair enough, crack on, whatever makes you happy, different strokes for different folks etc etc  But please do not shove it in peoples faces. The faces of those who find these sorts of images grotesque and offensive.   People ask to be respected in their 'life choices' but if they are unwilling to show respect for others then please expect a foul mouthed response from me as I think you are being nothing but disgusting and selfish   have a nice day   lots of love Gemma x
    977 Posted by Mia Wallace
  • I received an email on here from someone I would consider to be an undesirable.  You know the type, revolting username, no photo, obviously views his computer and the internet as wank equipment, then off every weekend round B&Q and Homebase with his poor unsuspecting wife.   Heres the mail:   'What on earth made you say something as nasty as that. You seem to be the only person on here that says nasty and hurtful things to people.'   Now I do realise this site does cater for shall we say 'more adult tastes' - theres even a photo of me on the slideshow on the home page to illustrate there is adult content on here.  The thing is I so don't want to see grotesque images when I log onto this website.    Thankfully this site is run in the knowledge that this 'scene' is very fractured.  Not everyone has the same interests or the same reasons to express a certain level of femininity.  Subsequently there are both 'safe feed' and 'adult feed' options.  I personally don't see any femininity in a fat hairy bloke waving his weasel about just because hes wearing a dress.  But thats my own opinion. When photos are posted on this site the default setting is adult, so you have to make an effort to select the inappropriate setting for your photo.  There are no excuses for this behaviour.   Before some smart arse finds some very graphic images of me from other sites, lets just say those images are posted for professional purposes.  Also they are 'tasteful' enough for 5 to 10 people a day to pay for a 24hr access to the albums.  I don't do it for tittilation.   Now if you get excited by this sort of behaviour, fair enough, crack on, whatever makes you happy, different strokes for different folks etc etc  But please do not shove it in peoples faces. The faces of those who find these sorts of images grotesque and offensive.   People ask to be respected in their 'life choices' but if they are unwilling to show respect for others then please expect a foul mouthed response from me as I think you are being nothing but disgusting and selfish   have a nice day   lots of love Gemma x
    Jan 29, 2015 977
  • 19 Jan 2015
    oi is that transtastic photo thingy event etc still taking place on the 7th Feb???
    599 Posted by Mia Wallace
  • oi is that transtastic photo thingy event etc still taking place on the 7th Feb???
    Jan 19, 2015 599
  • 18 Dec 2014
    The Gender Clinic   2009 I had decided enough was enough. I needed help with this horrid transgendered curse which was doing its best to wreck my life. First stop GP. She was great. Second stop a selection of shrinks who referred me to the Gender Clinic as well as diagnosing me as pretty mental. First appointment was a long wait. But when it came it was quite nice being able to spill my guts out to an expert. I think I've been maybe 6 times now. During this period I've changed my name am dosed up on high levels of hormones and lifes great.   A Summary Of Yesterdays Appointment   I love hormones. The serenity from having near zero testosterone in my body. My bits don't work at all anymore which I couldn't care less about. I cannot be arsed with having my bits cut off and i don't like fannies anyway. I'm very single because I haven't got a clue about my sexual orientation and I'm not going to inflict that on anyone, but I do have a cat. People don't treat me as female, but they don't treat me as male either, i'm just different, which I like. I've had mainly very positive reactions to my gender choices. I am reintegrated into regular society. I'm no longer a webcam 'girl'.  My body has become very feminine which does confuse people. Sometimes I wear makeup and a hairpiece sometimes I don't, depends on my mood. Basically I'm a contented little tranny.   Bye Bye   So I'm exactly where I want to be with it all. The happiest I have been in years. So subsequently I have been told I don't have to go anymore. Their job is done, GP still deals with blood tests, hormones etc but thats it. I guess I'm what they would describe as a success story. So apart from one incident in there I have to say thanks to them as they have really helped me turn my life around.
    1515 Posted by Mia Wallace
  • The Gender Clinic   2009 I had decided enough was enough. I needed help with this horrid transgendered curse which was doing its best to wreck my life. First stop GP. She was great. Second stop a selection of shrinks who referred me to the Gender Clinic as well as diagnosing me as pretty mental. First appointment was a long wait. But when it came it was quite nice being able to spill my guts out to an expert. I think I've been maybe 6 times now. During this period I've changed my name am dosed up on high levels of hormones and lifes great.   A Summary Of Yesterdays Appointment   I love hormones. The serenity from having near zero testosterone in my body. My bits don't work at all anymore which I couldn't care less about. I cannot be arsed with having my bits cut off and i don't like fannies anyway. I'm very single because I haven't got a clue about my sexual orientation and I'm not going to inflict that on anyone, but I do have a cat. People don't treat me as female, but they don't treat me as male either, i'm just different, which I like. I've had mainly very positive reactions to my gender choices. I am reintegrated into regular society. I'm no longer a webcam 'girl'.  My body has become very feminine which does confuse people. Sometimes I wear makeup and a hairpiece sometimes I don't, depends on my mood. Basically I'm a contented little tranny.   Bye Bye   So I'm exactly where I want to be with it all. The happiest I have been in years. So subsequently I have been told I don't have to go anymore. Their job is done, GP still deals with blood tests, hormones etc but thats it. I guess I'm what they would describe as a success story. So apart from one incident in there I have to say thanks to them as they have really helped me turn my life around.
    Dec 18, 2014 1515
  • 14 Dec 2014
      Has anyone seen this and if so what are your views on it?   If you havent seen it you can watch it for free on amazon prime as they are doing a 31 day free trial and the whole series is less than 5hrs long - but thats only if you can get away with watching tranny shit when wifeys in the house lol   Not really worth a blog but at least it loses one of those smutty daft stories from the blog list :)
    630 Posted by Mia Wallace
  •   Has anyone seen this and if so what are your views on it?   If you havent seen it you can watch it for free on amazon prime as they are doing a 31 day free trial and the whole series is less than 5hrs long - but thats only if you can get away with watching tranny shit when wifeys in the house lol   Not really worth a blog but at least it loses one of those smutty daft stories from the blog list :)
    Dec 14, 2014 630
  • 24 Sep 2014
    My life in the main part is great.  Never been better.  I get a little bored at times, but the devil makes work for idle hands and I kind of like his shit.   I'm on hormones blah blah, nice tits blah blah, i'm out and make no secret of what I am etc etc.  No need to throw any hero biscuits in my direction, its simply what I've chosen.    I have however worked a few things out after the events of the last week or so.  Unknowingly I have created a life for myself which operates in a fairly safe environment.  I am well known in the town as well as my locality on the outskirts of town.  I am deemed as popular, well liked and well received on the whole.  My parents enjoy visiting my local haunts and seeing how well received I am from locals there from many different demographics.    Be it in the roughest pubs in town, to pool halls, to wetherspoons, to the nicest and most expensive pub diners, everyone knows my name.  But if you are a regular face about town this happens anyway, but more so when you look like I do.    Lifes great. Don't get me wrong, I have been on the receiving end of vile vitriol on a couple of occasions specifically because of my apprearance.  Unfortunately this is part and parcel of living this way in a society which is inhabited by people with varying levels of intelligence.  This hasnt bothered me.  Not one bit.  In fact I've found it amusing.  Don't get me wrong I did enjoy playing the victim card on one occasion, but I can be a little shit at times.   This time it was different.  I was livid.  I have played the incident back in my head and through conversation with others countless times.  I did the right thing.  Unfortunately I did the only thing I could do.  In that situation I was fucked.   God bless Cameron for forcing the 16-18yr olds of this country to remain in education.  A great idea to keep the unemployment figures down whilst saving the benefits system money under the guise of creating a more skilled workforce.  Subsequently colleges are now being filled with not only people who want to be there but also a lot of kids who dont.    After a successful year at evening school last year, getting my beauty qualification, I thought I'd give hairdressing a go this year.  But rather than do 2 evenings a week, which is hard as i get up early and go to bed early, I thought this time I'd do a day course.  Jesus wept what an environment.  It was the same college I attended last year but in the day it transforms into what I can only describe as a Young Offenders institute.    I wasn't dressed outrageous.  Hipster jeans, fitted polo shirt, no wig or makeup.  But my body is clearly something else.    I didn't feel at all comfortable.  And by the time I got 'fucking bumbaclat tranny cunt' shouted out me by a gang of 6 or 7 black youths, you know the hoody types I realised it wasnt the best environment for me to be in.    I carried on walking, didnt look round and went back to my class.  I couldnt concentrate too well in class.  I was smarting.  Maybe its because of my reputation when I was younger, maybe its because of the people I am known to sometimes associate with, but in town I don't get put in those situations.  Now kids are cruel.  They havent got a clue who I am or what my history is.  They couldnt care less.  I was just a fucking tranny cunt.   I have never felt so helpless and so vulnerable as I did then.  I didnt feel scared as such I just felt weak.  I couldnt concentrate in class and when my ex teacher from last year put her head round the class room door and asked how I was getting on I went off it. 'I just called a fuckin fuckin fuckin by some fuckin little fuckin' etc etc...OMG Ashley stop swearing.  Bless her.  Did you see who they were, can you describe them, do you want to make a complaint?   No.  Whats the point?  It won't stop them.  It won't make them or others think differently.  All it will do is make my situation potentially worse.   I left college that afternoon and went to the pub.  Told my mates.  OMG they laughed expecting me to tell them the punchline to the story was I went nuts at em.  But I hadnt.  I felt too weak.  Unlike me I didnt stay in the pub long I just wanted to go home.   Thanks for phoning me at that time and asking how my day had gone Mum.  That was it.  Burst into tears.  Managed to tell her it was OK i wasnt going back and there was nothing to worry about etc etc.   Fuck HRT. Fuck Oestrogen.  I woke up the next day and started bawling again. So went into town and got pissed out of my nut.  Was the only thing I could do to stop myself from crying.  To make life fun again.   I'm OK now.  What happened wasn't really that bad in the grand scheme of things it was nothing.  I'm back at night school and its all over and done with and in the past.    But I have learned that once I step outside of this life that I have carefully contructed for myself I am vulnerable.  I have also had my knowledge reinforced that HRT is some powerful shit.   I feel good and proud of myself that I have had the bollocks to get this far in my daft pursuit of femininity, but even for a tough cookie like me its far from easy.    So perhaps maybe some of those of you who are considering going down this path, please remember that how you feel dealing with situations when you are full of testosterone is so much different to how you deal with them when pumped full of oestrogen.  Prejudicial cunts still exist in what is on the whole a lovely culture that we live in so don't like I did get fooled that just because you live in a nice accepting bubble there arent shitbags round the very next corner who are prepared to behave in a totally unacceptable manner.      
    1120 Posted by Mia Wallace
  • My life in the main part is great.  Never been better.  I get a little bored at times, but the devil makes work for idle hands and I kind of like his shit.   I'm on hormones blah blah, nice tits blah blah, i'm out and make no secret of what I am etc etc.  No need to throw any hero biscuits in my direction, its simply what I've chosen.    I have however worked a few things out after the events of the last week or so.  Unknowingly I have created a life for myself which operates in a fairly safe environment.  I am well known in the town as well as my locality on the outskirts of town.  I am deemed as popular, well liked and well received on the whole.  My parents enjoy visiting my local haunts and seeing how well received I am from locals there from many different demographics.    Be it in the roughest pubs in town, to pool halls, to wetherspoons, to the nicest and most expensive pub diners, everyone knows my name.  But if you are a regular face about town this happens anyway, but more so when you look like I do.    Lifes great. Don't get me wrong, I have been on the receiving end of vile vitriol on a couple of occasions specifically because of my apprearance.  Unfortunately this is part and parcel of living this way in a society which is inhabited by people with varying levels of intelligence.  This hasnt bothered me.  Not one bit.  In fact I've found it amusing.  Don't get me wrong I did enjoy playing the victim card on one occasion, but I can be a little shit at times.   This time it was different.  I was livid.  I have played the incident back in my head and through conversation with others countless times.  I did the right thing.  Unfortunately I did the only thing I could do.  In that situation I was fucked.   God bless Cameron for forcing the 16-18yr olds of this country to remain in education.  A great idea to keep the unemployment figures down whilst saving the benefits system money under the guise of creating a more skilled workforce.  Subsequently colleges are now being filled with not only people who want to be there but also a lot of kids who dont.    After a successful year at evening school last year, getting my beauty qualification, I thought I'd give hairdressing a go this year.  But rather than do 2 evenings a week, which is hard as i get up early and go to bed early, I thought this time I'd do a day course.  Jesus wept what an environment.  It was the same college I attended last year but in the day it transforms into what I can only describe as a Young Offenders institute.    I wasn't dressed outrageous.  Hipster jeans, fitted polo shirt, no wig or makeup.  But my body is clearly something else.    I didn't feel at all comfortable.  And by the time I got 'fucking bumbaclat tranny cunt' shouted out me by a gang of 6 or 7 black youths, you know the hoody types I realised it wasnt the best environment for me to be in.    I carried on walking, didnt look round and went back to my class.  I couldnt concentrate too well in class.  I was smarting.  Maybe its because of my reputation when I was younger, maybe its because of the people I am known to sometimes associate with, but in town I don't get put in those situations.  Now kids are cruel.  They havent got a clue who I am or what my history is.  They couldnt care less.  I was just a fucking tranny cunt.   I have never felt so helpless and so vulnerable as I did then.  I didnt feel scared as such I just felt weak.  I couldnt concentrate in class and when my ex teacher from last year put her head round the class room door and asked how I was getting on I went off it. 'I just called a fuckin fuckin fuckin by some fuckin little fuckin' etc etc...OMG Ashley stop swearing.  Bless her.  Did you see who they were, can you describe them, do you want to make a complaint?   No.  Whats the point?  It won't stop them.  It won't make them or others think differently.  All it will do is make my situation potentially worse.   I left college that afternoon and went to the pub.  Told my mates.  OMG they laughed expecting me to tell them the punchline to the story was I went nuts at em.  But I hadnt.  I felt too weak.  Unlike me I didnt stay in the pub long I just wanted to go home.   Thanks for phoning me at that time and asking how my day had gone Mum.  That was it.  Burst into tears.  Managed to tell her it was OK i wasnt going back and there was nothing to worry about etc etc.   Fuck HRT. Fuck Oestrogen.  I woke up the next day and started bawling again. So went into town and got pissed out of my nut.  Was the only thing I could do to stop myself from crying.  To make life fun again.   I'm OK now.  What happened wasn't really that bad in the grand scheme of things it was nothing.  I'm back at night school and its all over and done with and in the past.    But I have learned that once I step outside of this life that I have carefully contructed for myself I am vulnerable.  I have also had my knowledge reinforced that HRT is some powerful shit.   I feel good and proud of myself that I have had the bollocks to get this far in my daft pursuit of femininity, but even for a tough cookie like me its far from easy.    So perhaps maybe some of those of you who are considering going down this path, please remember that how you feel dealing with situations when you are full of testosterone is so much different to how you deal with them when pumped full of oestrogen.  Prejudicial cunts still exist in what is on the whole a lovely culture that we live in so don't like I did get fooled that just because you live in a nice accepting bubble there arent shitbags round the very next corner who are prepared to behave in a totally unacceptable manner.      
    Sep 24, 2014 1120