Well kneaded

Having had a fairly uneventful week I toddled off to Pippa’s yesterday, and had the pleasure of sampling her dumplings, almost legendary in these parts, and yes I am talking dinner if you were wondering. Was lovely, traditional Lancashire fare and the lovely Pippa as hostess, what more could a girl want? Well, shopping of course, so I did that on the way. After last week’s enjoyable whiz round the shops in Lancaster I decided to do it all again, so I got up nice and early and made myself beautiful, well, sort of. More people noticed me this time, I wonder if I blended in more last week because it was Halloween, anyway there were no nasty looks or anything, so it was still nice, and I wouldn’t have been bothered if there had been; this is me, like it or lump it or give me a nasty look, it’s up to you. Lancaster is a very small City (probably doesn’t deserve to be a city at all), there are trannies there but I suspect most inhabitants have never seen any. No-one seem shocked though, I’m sure most people have seen trannies on the telly and it’s a bit of excitement for them to see it in real life, if they notice that is, and lots of people didn’t. I feel much less pressured shopping whilst dressed. If you’re in drab you might as well have a neon arrow above your head; all the shop assistants seem to notice you instantly – oh oh, bloke looking at women’s clothing… but today, as with last week, none of them even looked at me. A much more pleasurable shopping experience.

I went to my mum’s earlier in the week, sat down with a glass of wine and we immediately started talking about clothes, and so it was for the rest of the night, well, not just clothes, but girly things in general, lovely. She’s been so cool with me, it can’t be easy.

Since then I’ve emailed my mum a post from the forum written by Dorothy, another mum, (the only one on tweb?) I just thought it would be good for my mum to hear a point of view from someone else in a similar situation, show her that she’s not alone. She sent me a long reply, almost as long as one of my blogs, no, maybe not quite, anyway, it was very lovely, and she said she is happy to have me as her daughter and understands that I am happy with all this and that’s all she wants, and so on. Was very moving. She’s even suggested I tell my dad; NOOOO, that is just too scary, he really won’t like it. But with her help, who knows?

And someone else knows about me! My friend Paul came round the other night and brought a girl he’s been friends with for some time. He’d told me a lot about her and I knew I’d meet her eventually so I said I wouldn’t mind if he told her about me, in fact it would be nice for someone to meet me and already know my secret. So he had done, and she was most positive about it. The really good news is she’s doing a course in beauty therapy, and wants people to practice on. She offered me, a facial, leg wax, massage, manicure, eyebrow shaping and so on. I practically bit her hand off, politely of course, though she is busy for the next few weeks. Got her number anyway, and she is really nice, well anyone offering free beauty treatment can’t be bad can they.

Girl, do I need it!