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  • 28 Aug 2005
    Well it seems ages and it is since I last added sonme information to my blog. The main reason is that I have had very little time to be Tina in the past few months up until last Monday when I managed a whole day and managed to take some photos at the same time. One of them was probably the best I have taken of myself. I don't know whether you agree or not but I think I look quite feminine sitting here on the floor. I really enjoyed my day as I was able to get out into the garden as the neighbours were away. Below is a picture of me coming in from the garden.   I now can't wait for my next opportunity to go out as Tina - I think I can now pass quite well. You can see lots more pictures I have taken recently by visiting my website. http://www.tinas-place.co.uk - Leave a message if you do drop in.    
    1646 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
    Well it seems ages and it is since I last added sonme information to my blog. The main reason is that I have had very little time to be Tina in the past few months up until last Monday when I managed a whole day and managed to take some photos at the same time. One of them was probably the best I have taken of myself. I don't know whether you agree or not but I think I look quite feminine sitting here on the floor. I really enjoyed my day as I was able to get out into the garden as the neighbours were away. Below is a picture of me coming in from the garden.   I now can't wait for my next opportunity to go out as Tina - I think I can now pass quite well. You can see lots more pictures I have taken recently by visiting my website. http://www.tinas-place.co.uk - Leave a message if you do drop in.    
    Aug 28, 2005 1646
  • 12 May 2005
    Well after the weekend meet with other Trannyweb Girls I think I ought to do as I was told and add to my blog. It is ages since I did so and I can only apologise. Well the weekend meet and the visit to Transmission. I like to be able to spend as much time as Tina when the occasion arises and this time I was able to leave the house dressed apart from the wig. So I managed to get into my car and drive away from home and stop a little way away and add my wig. From then on I was Tina and set off for London. Now I am not sure wheter it was becuase I was not in a rush or whether I drive differently when dressed but the drive from Leeds to London was most pleasureable. I rarely topped 75mph and stopped for a short rest at Newport Pagnell servicxes where I got out to streach my legs and had a drink and a sandwich I had packed. I did not go into the services. Eventually I reached London and managed to negotiate my way to Kings Cross and the Premier Travel Inn on York Way. The problem was where to park. I ended up parking in the long stay car park at Kings Cross Station. It was £22 but I felt that it was worth it as the carpark was under security cameras 24 hours a day. Just as I drove into the car parkj the heavens opened so I spent about 19#0 minutes sitting in my car before it stopped and I could get out in the dry. I got my case and then had to collect a ticket from the attendant. Heart in mouth and trying to walk in as feminine way as possible I walked across the carpark dragging my trolly case and was given a ticket. Nothing untoward there. The next problem was the walk from the car park to the hotel. this involved a long walk along a pathway with no people where I could get my stride correct and then a walk through the middle of Kings Cross Station and the concourse. Then across the road and up York Place to the hotel. I am not sure if anyone gave me a second glance but I didn't notice anyone. Once in the hotel foyer the reception desk was very busy. There was a group of 8 young men leaning on the counter and generally making the receptionists time difficult and three other people waiting in a queue. I joined the queue and waited my turn. I was ready for any of the men to turn and say something but again this did not happen. Eventually my turn came and I approached the receptionist and said that I had a reservation. She looked up the information took my card and I paid. She didn't seem phased by the name on the card being male and me being dressed as a female. I took my key and went to find my room which was clean, with an ensuite toilet and bath. I then took a picture to show how I had arrived. I sat around for a while and amazingly enough actually did some work for about an hour. I then sat and watched TV until Christina sent me a text to tell me which room she was in and why not come along for a chat. I picked up my handbag and ker card and went to her room. She was sharing with Fay so I met the both of them for the first time and we had a drink together. They said that we were meeting in the bar downstairs at about 7:00pm  so I left them to get ready and wended my way back to my room. I then worked out what I was going to wear and around 6:00 had a shower and began to get ready. I was ready a little before 7:00pm. so I took a picture of how I was dressed. That is when I realised that my camera was running short on power and guess what I had left the spare batteries at home - silly girl. Here is the picture.  
    1714 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
    Well after the weekend meet with other Trannyweb Girls I think I ought to do as I was told and add to my blog. It is ages since I did so and I can only apologise. Well the weekend meet and the visit to Transmission. I like to be able to spend as much time as Tina when the occasion arises and this time I was able to leave the house dressed apart from the wig. So I managed to get into my car and drive away from home and stop a little way away and add my wig. From then on I was Tina and set off for London. Now I am not sure wheter it was becuase I was not in a rush or whether I drive differently when dressed but the drive from Leeds to London was most pleasureable. I rarely topped 75mph and stopped for a short rest at Newport Pagnell servicxes where I got out to streach my legs and had a drink and a sandwich I had packed. I did not go into the services. Eventually I reached London and managed to negotiate my way to Kings Cross and the Premier Travel Inn on York Way. The problem was where to park. I ended up parking in the long stay car park at Kings Cross Station. It was £22 but I felt that it was worth it as the carpark was under security cameras 24 hours a day. Just as I drove into the car parkj the heavens opened so I spent about 19#0 minutes sitting in my car before it stopped and I could get out in the dry. I got my case and then had to collect a ticket from the attendant. Heart in mouth and trying to walk in as feminine way as possible I walked across the carpark dragging my trolly case and was given a ticket. Nothing untoward there. The next problem was the walk from the car park to the hotel. this involved a long walk along a pathway with no people where I could get my stride correct and then a walk through the middle of Kings Cross Station and the concourse. Then across the road and up York Place to the hotel. I am not sure if anyone gave me a second glance but I didn't notice anyone. Once in the hotel foyer the reception desk was very busy. There was a group of 8 young men leaning on the counter and generally making the receptionists time difficult and three other people waiting in a queue. I joined the queue and waited my turn. I was ready for any of the men to turn and say something but again this did not happen. Eventually my turn came and I approached the receptionist and said that I had a reservation. She looked up the information took my card and I paid. She didn't seem phased by the name on the card being male and me being dressed as a female. I took my key and went to find my room which was clean, with an ensuite toilet and bath. I then took a picture to show how I had arrived. I sat around for a while and amazingly enough actually did some work for about an hour. I then sat and watched TV until Christina sent me a text to tell me which room she was in and why not come along for a chat. I picked up my handbag and ker card and went to her room. She was sharing with Fay so I met the both of them for the first time and we had a drink together. They said that we were meeting in the bar downstairs at about 7:00pm  so I left them to get ready and wended my way back to my room. I then worked out what I was going to wear and around 6:00 had a shower and began to get ready. I was ready a little before 7:00pm. so I took a picture of how I was dressed. That is when I realised that my camera was running short on power and guess what I had left the spare batteries at home - silly girl. Here is the picture.  
    May 12, 2005 1714
  • 20 Dec 2004
    I managed to get away from work before 2:00pm and changed at the first motorway services. From then on I was Tina for the rest of the time. Unfortunately it took 6 hours to get to the hotel and I almost arrived late but having got there dressed i only had to freshen my make up and change into evening mode and I was ready to meet Katie, Sarah Conor, maryanne and maryanne's partner whose name I have unfortunately forgotten. If she reads this I apologise. This is what I wore girls.     We had a meal in the thai restaurant and then went back to the bar. When it closed Katie and I decided to go out for a walk. I ask you one o'clock in the morning and we are going for a walk around Earl's Court. Still we went for it. I mnust admit that I changed into some other shoes and top as well as putting on a coat. It was quite cool but we sauntered around for quite some time. No one seemed too bothered with us and when we got back to the hotel we took some pictures and then went to our rooms.     Katie had to be away early in the morning and I woke up as she left. Her room was almost next to mine and the closing of the doors caused the wall to shake. When she left I decided that I would take Maryanne's advice and miss out Oxford Street - crush and all that - also not as much fun on your own - decided to have a leisurely day get dressed and have breakfast and then wend my way home - I worked out that if I took my time I would arrive back in Leeds when it was dark or almost so I could drive all the way as Tina and even empty the car as the neighbours would not be able to see me well enough.   So I got dressed and decided that I would wear my knee length leather skirt to breakfast - not the short thing I was wearing last night. Here is how I was dressed     I got ready and left the room and met one of the guests coming out of the shower as I went through the door at the top of the stairs. Said good morning and went to breakfast. Talk about quick he was downstairs asking if he could join me for breakfast almost before I had got my coffee. He sat and chatted me up for about half an hour. It was obvious he wanted me to reciprocate but I declined but he followed me upstairs - panic bells ringing - constantly complimenting me on my legs - finally he asked if he could just hug me - like a fool I said yes a quick hug - huge hard on - him not me - and then he left and I quickly retreated into my room and hastily packed all of my things but managed to change into trousers and boots for the drive home.   I left the hotel and began what I thought would be a leisurely drive home  got onto the motorway and just for once drove at just below 70mph until just after the Hemel  Hempstead turnoff then traffic jam and we ground to a halt. One and a half hours later having stopped and started numerous times and having read a magazine the road was clear and I continued however I noticed that sitting in the traffic all that time I was rapidly running out of fuel. Question should I pull into a services change and put some fuel in or should Tina do it. I pulled in at Newport Pagnell Services and checked that I had enough cash to buy some diesel - took a picture of myself standing in the car park and then went and put the fuel in the car. Walked to the shop bought some sandwiches and a drink and paid for the fuel as well - no one batted and eye.   About ten minutes later the warning light came on for my washer bottle so off at the next services and fill the thing up - someone asked me if I could manage - I thanked them and said yes - well I was on a roll - I was also almost dropping off at times with the amount of driving I had done over the last 24 hours and the short period of sleep - I needed coffee - Woodall Services - black coffee and a Danish - sat around for half an hour - no one gave me a second glance - if they did I didn't notice.   Refreshed I continued and arrived home just as I had planned - emptied all of my stuff out of the car and - unfortunately got changed.   An eventful birthday but very enjoyable.   A full account and more pictures can be found on my website http://www.tinas-place.co.uk
    1420 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
    I managed to get away from work before 2:00pm and changed at the first motorway services. From then on I was Tina for the rest of the time. Unfortunately it took 6 hours to get to the hotel and I almost arrived late but having got there dressed i only had to freshen my make up and change into evening mode and I was ready to meet Katie, Sarah Conor, maryanne and maryanne's partner whose name I have unfortunately forgotten. If she reads this I apologise. This is what I wore girls.     We had a meal in the thai restaurant and then went back to the bar. When it closed Katie and I decided to go out for a walk. I ask you one o'clock in the morning and we are going for a walk around Earl's Court. Still we went for it. I mnust admit that I changed into some other shoes and top as well as putting on a coat. It was quite cool but we sauntered around for quite some time. No one seemed too bothered with us and when we got back to the hotel we took some pictures and then went to our rooms.     Katie had to be away early in the morning and I woke up as she left. Her room was almost next to mine and the closing of the doors caused the wall to shake. When she left I decided that I would take Maryanne's advice and miss out Oxford Street - crush and all that - also not as much fun on your own - decided to have a leisurely day get dressed and have breakfast and then wend my way home - I worked out that if I took my time I would arrive back in Leeds when it was dark or almost so I could drive all the way as Tina and even empty the car as the neighbours would not be able to see me well enough.   So I got dressed and decided that I would wear my knee length leather skirt to breakfast - not the short thing I was wearing last night. Here is how I was dressed     I got ready and left the room and met one of the guests coming out of the shower as I went through the door at the top of the stairs. Said good morning and went to breakfast. Talk about quick he was downstairs asking if he could join me for breakfast almost before I had got my coffee. He sat and chatted me up for about half an hour. It was obvious he wanted me to reciprocate but I declined but he followed me upstairs - panic bells ringing - constantly complimenting me on my legs - finally he asked if he could just hug me - like a fool I said yes a quick hug - huge hard on - him not me - and then he left and I quickly retreated into my room and hastily packed all of my things but managed to change into trousers and boots for the drive home.   I left the hotel and began what I thought would be a leisurely drive home  got onto the motorway and just for once drove at just below 70mph until just after the Hemel  Hempstead turnoff then traffic jam and we ground to a halt. One and a half hours later having stopped and started numerous times and having read a magazine the road was clear and I continued however I noticed that sitting in the traffic all that time I was rapidly running out of fuel. Question should I pull into a services change and put some fuel in or should Tina do it. I pulled in at Newport Pagnell Services and checked that I had enough cash to buy some diesel - took a picture of myself standing in the car park and then went and put the fuel in the car. Walked to the shop bought some sandwiches and a drink and paid for the fuel as well - no one batted and eye.   About ten minutes later the warning light came on for my washer bottle so off at the next services and fill the thing up - someone asked me if I could manage - I thanked them and said yes - well I was on a roll - I was also almost dropping off at times with the amount of driving I had done over the last 24 hours and the short period of sleep - I needed coffee - Woodall Services - black coffee and a Danish - sat around for half an hour - no one gave me a second glance - if they did I didn't notice.   Refreshed I continued and arrived home just as I had planned - emptied all of my stuff out of the car and - unfortunately got changed.   An eventful birthday but very enjoyable.   A full account and more pictures can be found on my website http://www.tinas-place.co.uk
    Dec 20, 2004 1420
  • 16 Dec 2004
    OK so I'm almost packed. Thanks for the comments from those who left them I am probably going for the second look the one I posted yesterday. Why is it when you pack you never seem to have enough space even though you are only taking the minimum amount of things. Any way I am going to be able to leave earlier than I originally thought so I will not be in such a rush and will definitely have time to change on the way down. The only thinkg is do I change into trousers or a skirt? The skirt would have me looking something like this picture The trousers would probably be more practical so something like this and having listened to the weather forecast it would seem the sensible thing to do. I've never been too sensible and a girl has to wear something which makes her feel good as well as being practical. Well will tell all when I return
    1635 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
    OK so I'm almost packed. Thanks for the comments from those who left them I am probably going for the second look the one I posted yesterday. Why is it when you pack you never seem to have enough space even though you are only taking the minimum amount of things. Any way I am going to be able to leave earlier than I originally thought so I will not be in such a rush and will definitely have time to change on the way down. The only thinkg is do I change into trousers or a skirt? The skirt would have me looking something like this picture The trousers would probably be more practical so something like this and having listened to the weather forecast it would seem the sensible thing to do. I've never been too sensible and a girl has to wear something which makes her feel good as well as being practical. Well will tell all when I return
    Dec 16, 2004 1635
  • 09 Dec 2004
     Well it is ages since I managed to find time to write here. Quite a lot has been happening but not necessarily for Tina. Still things are beginning to look up as I am due to meet up with Katie and Sarah in London on the 17th which means that I can be dressed on my birthday the 18th which will be great. I am now decicing what to wear when I meet them. Should it be a party sparkly dress or a skirt and top ensemble? I think I will probably wear something like this for the evening. What do you think is the skirt too short or the heels too high?  
    1546 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
     Well it is ages since I managed to find time to write here. Quite a lot has been happening but not necessarily for Tina. Still things are beginning to look up as I am due to meet up with Katie and Sarah in London on the 17th which means that I can be dressed on my birthday the 18th which will be great. I am now decicing what to wear when I meet them. Should it be a party sparkly dress or a skirt and top ensemble? I think I will probably wear something like this for the evening. What do you think is the skirt too short or the heels too high?  
    Dec 09, 2004 1546
  • 03 Sep 2004
    Well the holiday is over and I have to go back to work. Went back yesterday and today. Nevert seems like I have had a holiday - ah well - back to the old grind with the occasional light spots when I can get out and be dressed. This weekend I have no chance so drab old me sitting here dreaming ...............
    1334 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
    Well the holiday is over and I have to go back to work. Went back yesterday and today. Nevert seems like I have had a holiday - ah well - back to the old grind with the occasional light spots when I can get out and be dressed. This weekend I have no chance so drab old me sitting here dreaming ...............
    Sep 03, 2004 1334
  • 29 Aug 2004
    Well have managed to spend most of the weekend dressed. Have updated my website with some of the latest pictures so you could go there to see them. On Friday evening my wife and I went out for a drive. I was all ready to go in top and trousers when she suggested that I should wear a skirt. So I went and changed and off we went. Below is a picture of how I went out.   It was only when we came to a local supermarket and decided to visit an ATM that I realise I was wearing my four inch heels. I usually wear lower heels for walking about outside but nothing ventured nothing gained. we parked the car and had to walk some distance across the car park to the machine and then back again. Perhaps not surprisingly there were no problems - no one pointed me out or even gave me a second glance - as far as I could tell. The next thing to do is to go out shopping or visiy somewhere but my wife is still a little apprehensive. Ah well
    1407 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
    Well have managed to spend most of the weekend dressed. Have updated my website with some of the latest pictures so you could go there to see them. On Friday evening my wife and I went out for a drive. I was all ready to go in top and trousers when she suggested that I should wear a skirt. So I went and changed and off we went. Below is a picture of how I went out.   It was only when we came to a local supermarket and decided to visit an ATM that I realise I was wearing my four inch heels. I usually wear lower heels for walking about outside but nothing ventured nothing gained. we parked the car and had to walk some distance across the car park to the machine and then back again. Perhaps not surprisingly there were no problems - no one pointed me out or even gave me a second glance - as far as I could tell. The next thing to do is to go out shopping or visiy somewhere but my wife is still a little apprehensive. Ah well
    Aug 29, 2004 1407
  • 27 Aug 2004
    Wow both kids away for an afternoon evening and morning - gues what I'll be doing. Will follow up later.
    1865 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
    Wow both kids away for an afternoon evening and morning - gues what I'll be doing. Will follow up later.
    Aug 27, 2004 1865
  • 23 Aug 2004
    Well I've finally managed to get rund to updating my website. I've added some pics I took in Manchester and also just about what I wrote on my blog previously. Also I decided to add a new page of Video Clips of myself - vain old me - but at the moment this is in a testing stage so there is only one. If you want to see it or even visit my site then follow this link http://www.tinas-place.co.uk I hope you enjoy it - Please let me know.
    1527 Posted by Tina B
  • By Tina B
    Well I've finally managed to get rund to updating my website. I've added some pics I took in Manchester and also just about what I wrote on my blog previously. Also I decided to add a new page of Video Clips of myself - vain old me - but at the moment this is in a testing stage so there is only one. If you want to see it or even visit my site then follow this link http://www.tinas-place.co.uk I hope you enjoy it - Please let me know.
    Aug 23, 2004 1527
  • 21 Aug 2004
    Well it had been arranged and here I was on my way to Manchester to meet up with a number of other girls from Trannyweb. I was a little late booking and found that the hotel that they were all staying in was fully booked for the evening so I had to find somewhere else to stay. Luckily Julie, the main organiser, knew of another hotel so I had booked in there.   Before I left home I partially dressed under my male clothes so that changing on the way would not be too difficult. The only thing to do ten was to find somewhere to change. When I arrived at the first service station on the motorway it was absolutely heaving with people so I eventually left the motorway and found a quiet country road with a secluded lay-by and changed into the outfit I had decided to wear for my arrival in Manchester. It was at this time that I found I had only brought one brassiere with me and that was black. Well nothing ventured nothing gained I dressed. I was wearing a new pink top which my wife and I had chosen while on holiday, black trousers and a pair of black ankle boots I had bought from Ebay. I was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable the boots felt. I made my face up, combed my wig and continued my journey. This is how I was dressed      If you have ever been to Manchester, especially driving, you will know that it is not the easiest place to navigate in but with good old Autoroute and a little driving around I eventually found the Rochdale Canal and then Sackville Street and the Rembrandt Hotel. Luckily just past the hotel there was a car park so I drove in, picked up my ticket, found a space and then taking a deep breath I exited from the car and retrieved my case from the back seat. I then locked the car put my keys in my handbag and grabbing the drag handle of my case I set off towards the hotel. I was pleased to find that no one seemed to notice me apart from a passing car which stopped me to ask for directions. I said that I was not from around there and they thanked me and drove off. I then continued to the hotel where I found that reception was in the main bar which necessitated me walking the full length of the bar dragging my case behind me.   The gentleman on the bar was serving someone so I waited until he was finished and he found my reservation and then, after signing in he asked someone to, “Show this lady to her room, please.”   The lady took me back through the bar and across the street to the annex and after giving me some information about the dining times and checking out times opened my room and I was able to relax.   The room had a double bed, a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, a table and tree chairs and an en-suite shower and toilet. The view from the window was terrible; a little back alley and the roof opposite which I could almost touch through the top opening window. I unpacked and sat and watched television for a while as I was not due to contact Julie until a little later. I needed to contact Julie because she had arranged for Mel to give a number of us some coaching on make-up during the afternoon and the session was going to be held in her room in the other hotel. Eventually I managed to contact Julie and found her room number. I now needed to leave my room and go to the other hotel. There was a problem though as it had been raining very heavily just before I rang and it was still raining a little when I decided to make the journey. I did not have a coat or rain coat with me so I decided to put my black jacket on which would afford some protection from the light rain that was falling. Eventually I was ready I picked up my handbag and made sure that my room key was safely in one of the pockets and at the same time I took my car keys out of the bag and put then on the bed as I did not want to take them with me in case I accidentally lost them.   Stepping out onto the street was quite a thrill. No one gave me a second glance and as I walked down the pavement and made my way towards where I thought the other hotel was my confidence began to grow. I knew roughly the direction of the hotel I was looking for and sauntered along the streets until I eventually arrived there. The receptionist greeted me and I told him that I was meeting someone in their room and he told me that was OK and to go on up.   Julie had just nicely arrived and Mel and Clair, her friend who sells clothing, were also there. I sat around for a while and eventually a number of other girls arrived for the demonstration. Lucy, Cerys, Jane, Sarah, Shan and I watched while Mel made up Julie’s face and explained the techniques she was using. She then said she would come around and help the other girls as they made themselves up for the evening. As I was at a different hotel I said that I would do myself but would appreciate some comments when I met them later on.  As it was still rather early we decided to have a drink at the bar downstairs before I went back to my hotel to get ready for the evening. Having had the drink and a good chat I left the bar and made my way back to the Rembrandt, once again gaining confidence by people not stopping and staring at me as I walked past them.   Once back I had a cup of coffee and then showered and dressed for the evening. I tried to remember the tips we had been given earlier as I applied my make-up and was generally quite pleased with the result. I had decided that after the first meeting I had in London where I wore a longer than knee length flowing skirt that I would wear a shortish pink skirt teamed with another top that my wife and I had bought whilst we were on holiday. On my feet I wore a pair of black high heeled sandals, another purchase from Ebay. Some time making sure the wig looked correct, jewellery, watch and a spritz of perfume and I was ready.  This is how I was dressed    Now I was ready I was nervous as, apart from the trip out to The Wayout Club in London, I had not been out in the streets wearing a skirt for quite some time. I stood at the door to the street, my handbag over my shoulder but being clutched quite tightly, waiting until it sounded quiet and the opened it and stepped out. As I did so a man and three girls went past but none of them looked at me and two of the girls had shorter skirts than mine and their heels were higher. Taking encouragement from this I made my way towards the other hotel.  Instead of walking down the street and then along one at right angles I decided to walk through a small park to cut the corner off so to speak and par way through the park I passed a bench with a man sitting on it reading a newspaper and just after I had passed he wolf whistled me. I paused in my walk and looked back at him and smiled. I don’t think he realised just how much confidence his whistle had given me. I continued on to the hotel with more bounce in my step.  Once there I went into the bar but there was no one else there so I bought a drink and sat and waited. Eventually people began to arrive and we chatted and commented on how we were dressed and so on. As none of us really knew each other there was an amount of finding out going on until eventually we had to leave to walk to Velvet where we were booked in for a meal. It was nice to see Katie again after we had met in London last time.  It was spitting with rain as we walked from the hotel back towards where I was staying and Velvet. I was now quite used to walking in the heels I was wearing and spent quite a bit of the time in conversation with Kit who knew the area quite well as she had been a number of times before.   Velvet was quite nice and the meal was good although the service was a little slow but I suppose that they were very busy. There were a large number of girls there as well as other people enjoying their meals.  When we had finished we decamped down the road to a bar where we continued drinking and chatting. This happened a number of times until eventually we ended up at Napoleon’s which was just around the corner from my hotel. Napoleon’s is a late night music place with a dance floor and a couple of bars. We spent the rest of the evening there eventually leaving at about 2:30 a.m. and amazingly enough my feet didn’t hurt at all during the evening, unlike my trip to London.   Once again it was spitting with rain but I didn’t have far to go and I left the rest of the girls to make their way back to their hotel just outside the door to mine. I know they spent a lot of time talking and drinking at their hotel but once I got back to mine I undressed, removed my make-up and fell asleep quite quickly. I had set my alarm to wake me in time for me to get up get dressed and then have breakfast but I turned the alarm off and went back to sleep only to wake up at just after 9:00 a.m. and realise I had to be out of the hotel by 11:00 a.m.  Originally I had intended wearing the same things I had worn to arrive in Manchester but my walk last evening had persuaded me that I should wear a skirt instead of trousers. I showered, shaved, made up my face and got dressed in a black skirt, the black top I had worn in London and my 3½ inch black heels. I then had a coffee while I packed my suitcase and made sure I had not left anything behind. A final check in the mirror, handbag on my shoulder, room key in my hand and my case dragging behind me and I was ready to check out.    This is how I was dressed    Another guest was leaving at the same time as me and held the door to the street open for me. I thanked him and we walked across the street to the hotel and upstairs to the breakfast area where you had to hand in your keys. I was quite conscious that I was wearing a skirt as I preceded the man up the stairs to hand in our keys. We then cam back down and I walked down the street past Napoleon’s to my car.   Once there I reached into my handbag for my car keys and realised, eventually after a frantic search that I did not have them. Panic! Standing here skirt, heels, fully dressed as a woman and I couldn’t find my car keys.   After taking a deep breath I realised that I would have to go back to the hotel and explain that I had probably left my keys in the room. So once again dragging my case along behind me I made my way to the hotel where I had to explain the situation. They were very nice about it and provided me with my key and I went back to the room.   The first thing I did was search my case and everything in it as well as tipping out my handbag on the table. No keys anywhere. I then began searching the floor and eventually found them under the chest of drawers. What must have happened was that they had fallen there when I had come back from the other hotel yesterday afternoon and had moved some clothing that was on the bed.   Calming myself down I then took the keys back to the hotel again and once again made the walk to my car. Once there I opened it and put my case on the back seat and my handbag on the front seat. I got in and looking in my handbag retrieved the parking ticket so that I could pay as I left.  As I drove out of the car park an attendant came out of his little hut and I passed my ticket to him. He told me how much it was and I gave him a £20 note. He disappeared and returned with the change and asked me if I wanted a receipt. I said no thank you and he wished me a good journey.   Now it may just be my imagination but he had seen me walk to my car twice. When I left the car park two cars were in front of me. He did not get out of his hut for either of them. So why did he leave his hut for me?  When he brought me my change I could have sworn that he was looking at my legs and why not they look good.  I went out of Manchester and drove to Southport and parked near the seafront and walked up and down fo a while but I had to get home so I drove back until I got to a quiet place I know near home where I parked and took a couple of pictures before changing back into male mode and continuing home.  I can’t wait for the next time.
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  • By Tina B
    Well it had been arranged and here I was on my way to Manchester to meet up with a number of other girls from Trannyweb. I was a little late booking and found that the hotel that they were all staying in was fully booked for the evening so I had to find somewhere else to stay. Luckily Julie, the main organiser, knew of another hotel so I had booked in there.   Before I left home I partially dressed under my male clothes so that changing on the way would not be too difficult. The only thing to do ten was to find somewhere to change. When I arrived at the first service station on the motorway it was absolutely heaving with people so I eventually left the motorway and found a quiet country road with a secluded lay-by and changed into the outfit I had decided to wear for my arrival in Manchester. It was at this time that I found I had only brought one brassiere with me and that was black. Well nothing ventured nothing gained I dressed. I was wearing a new pink top which my wife and I had chosen while on holiday, black trousers and a pair of black ankle boots I had bought from Ebay. I was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable the boots felt. I made my face up, combed my wig and continued my journey. This is how I was dressed      If you have ever been to Manchester, especially driving, you will know that it is not the easiest place to navigate in but with good old Autoroute and a little driving around I eventually found the Rochdale Canal and then Sackville Street and the Rembrandt Hotel. Luckily just past the hotel there was a car park so I drove in, picked up my ticket, found a space and then taking a deep breath I exited from the car and retrieved my case from the back seat. I then locked the car put my keys in my handbag and grabbing the drag handle of my case I set off towards the hotel. I was pleased to find that no one seemed to notice me apart from a passing car which stopped me to ask for directions. I said that I was not from around there and they thanked me and drove off. I then continued to the hotel where I found that reception was in the main bar which necessitated me walking the full length of the bar dragging my case behind me.   The gentleman on the bar was serving someone so I waited until he was finished and he found my reservation and then, after signing in he asked someone to, “Show this lady to her room, please.”   The lady took me back through the bar and across the street to the annex and after giving me some information about the dining times and checking out times opened my room and I was able to relax.   The room had a double bed, a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, a table and tree chairs and an en-suite shower and toilet. The view from the window was terrible; a little back alley and the roof opposite which I could almost touch through the top opening window. I unpacked and sat and watched television for a while as I was not due to contact Julie until a little later. I needed to contact Julie because she had arranged for Mel to give a number of us some coaching on make-up during the afternoon and the session was going to be held in her room in the other hotel. Eventually I managed to contact Julie and found her room number. I now needed to leave my room and go to the other hotel. There was a problem though as it had been raining very heavily just before I rang and it was still raining a little when I decided to make the journey. I did not have a coat or rain coat with me so I decided to put my black jacket on which would afford some protection from the light rain that was falling. Eventually I was ready I picked up my handbag and made sure that my room key was safely in one of the pockets and at the same time I took my car keys out of the bag and put then on the bed as I did not want to take them with me in case I accidentally lost them.   Stepping out onto the street was quite a thrill. No one gave me a second glance and as I walked down the pavement and made my way towards where I thought the other hotel was my confidence began to grow. I knew roughly the direction of the hotel I was looking for and sauntered along the streets until I eventually arrived there. The receptionist greeted me and I told him that I was meeting someone in their room and he told me that was OK and to go on up.   Julie had just nicely arrived and Mel and Clair, her friend who sells clothing, were also there. I sat around for a while and eventually a number of other girls arrived for the demonstration. Lucy, Cerys, Jane, Sarah, Shan and I watched while Mel made up Julie’s face and explained the techniques she was using. She then said she would come around and help the other girls as they made themselves up for the evening. As I was at a different hotel I said that I would do myself but would appreciate some comments when I met them later on.  As it was still rather early we decided to have a drink at the bar downstairs before I went back to my hotel to get ready for the evening. Having had the drink and a good chat I left the bar and made my way back to the Rembrandt, once again gaining confidence by people not stopping and staring at me as I walked past them.   Once back I had a cup of coffee and then showered and dressed for the evening. I tried to remember the tips we had been given earlier as I applied my make-up and was generally quite pleased with the result. I had decided that after the first meeting I had in London where I wore a longer than knee length flowing skirt that I would wear a shortish pink skirt teamed with another top that my wife and I had bought whilst we were on holiday. On my feet I wore a pair of black high heeled sandals, another purchase from Ebay. Some time making sure the wig looked correct, jewellery, watch and a spritz of perfume and I was ready.  This is how I was dressed    Now I was ready I was nervous as, apart from the trip out to The Wayout Club in London, I had not been out in the streets wearing a skirt for quite some time. I stood at the door to the street, my handbag over my shoulder but being clutched quite tightly, waiting until it sounded quiet and the opened it and stepped out. As I did so a man and three girls went past but none of them looked at me and two of the girls had shorter skirts than mine and their heels were higher. Taking encouragement from this I made my way towards the other hotel.  Instead of walking down the street and then along one at right angles I decided to walk through a small park to cut the corner off so to speak and par way through the park I passed a bench with a man sitting on it reading a newspaper and just after I had passed he wolf whistled me. I paused in my walk and looked back at him and smiled. I don’t think he realised just how much confidence his whistle had given me. I continued on to the hotel with more bounce in my step.  Once there I went into the bar but there was no one else there so I bought a drink and sat and waited. Eventually people began to arrive and we chatted and commented on how we were dressed and so on. As none of us really knew each other there was an amount of finding out going on until eventually we had to leave to walk to Velvet where we were booked in for a meal. It was nice to see Katie again after we had met in London last time.  It was spitting with rain as we walked from the hotel back towards where I was staying and Velvet. I was now quite used to walking in the heels I was wearing and spent quite a bit of the time in conversation with Kit who knew the area quite well as she had been a number of times before.   Velvet was quite nice and the meal was good although the service was a little slow but I suppose that they were very busy. There were a large number of girls there as well as other people enjoying their meals.  When we had finished we decamped down the road to a bar where we continued drinking and chatting. This happened a number of times until eventually we ended up at Napoleon’s which was just around the corner from my hotel. Napoleon’s is a late night music place with a dance floor and a couple of bars. We spent the rest of the evening there eventually leaving at about 2:30 a.m. and amazingly enough my feet didn’t hurt at all during the evening, unlike my trip to London.   Once again it was spitting with rain but I didn’t have far to go and I left the rest of the girls to make their way back to their hotel just outside the door to mine. I know they spent a lot of time talking and drinking at their hotel but once I got back to mine I undressed, removed my make-up and fell asleep quite quickly. I had set my alarm to wake me in time for me to get up get dressed and then have breakfast but I turned the alarm off and went back to sleep only to wake up at just after 9:00 a.m. and realise I had to be out of the hotel by 11:00 a.m.  Originally I had intended wearing the same things I had worn to arrive in Manchester but my walk last evening had persuaded me that I should wear a skirt instead of trousers. I showered, shaved, made up my face and got dressed in a black skirt, the black top I had worn in London and my 3½ inch black heels. I then had a coffee while I packed my suitcase and made sure I had not left anything behind. A final check in the mirror, handbag on my shoulder, room key in my hand and my case dragging behind me and I was ready to check out.    This is how I was dressed    Another guest was leaving at the same time as me and held the door to the street open for me. I thanked him and we walked across the street to the hotel and upstairs to the breakfast area where you had to hand in your keys. I was quite conscious that I was wearing a skirt as I preceded the man up the stairs to hand in our keys. We then cam back down and I walked down the street past Napoleon’s to my car.   Once there I reached into my handbag for my car keys and realised, eventually after a frantic search that I did not have them. Panic! Standing here skirt, heels, fully dressed as a woman and I couldn’t find my car keys.   After taking a deep breath I realised that I would have to go back to the hotel and explain that I had probably left my keys in the room. So once again dragging my case along behind me I made my way to the hotel where I had to explain the situation. They were very nice about it and provided me with my key and I went back to the room.   The first thing I did was search my case and everything in it as well as tipping out my handbag on the table. No keys anywhere. I then began searching the floor and eventually found them under the chest of drawers. What must have happened was that they had fallen there when I had come back from the other hotel yesterday afternoon and had moved some clothing that was on the bed.   Calming myself down I then took the keys back to the hotel again and once again made the walk to my car. Once there I opened it and put my case on the back seat and my handbag on the front seat. I got in and looking in my handbag retrieved the parking ticket so that I could pay as I left.  As I drove out of the car park an attendant came out of his little hut and I passed my ticket to him. He told me how much it was and I gave him a £20 note. He disappeared and returned with the change and asked me if I wanted a receipt. I said no thank you and he wished me a good journey.   Now it may just be my imagination but he had seen me walk to my car twice. When I left the car park two cars were in front of me. He did not get out of his hut for either of them. So why did he leave his hut for me?  When he brought me my change I could have sworn that he was looking at my legs and why not they look good.  I went out of Manchester and drove to Southport and parked near the seafront and walked up and down fo a while but I had to get home so I drove back until I got to a quiet place I know near home where I parked and took a couple of pictures before changing back into male mode and continuing home.  I can’t wait for the next time.
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