Jet Lag Musings

Just making it back to normal - sleepwise.  This mornig was awakened by a family of coyotes exulting as they killed something (Strange, but three or four coyotes can sound like a full choir) and the screams were most unpleasant.  My own dog sleeps in our bedroom,  Doesn't bark much  - but let out a fierce WOOF!  Then it took her about five minutes to get back to sleeep, growling under her breath the whole time. So?  This woke me and after an hour or so, I thought I'd make a few comments.  Here I am.

That competition of Belinda's?

Years ago, I thought a transvestite was a transvestite, was a transvestite.  A Popeye "I yam whatI yam" sort of thing.  But now I'm amazed by the diversity of sissies like us, who like to dress up in girl clothes.

Don't laugh - but I'm not even sure now if I AM a transvestite. (Or WAS).  I wanted to be humiliated - by a woman,  Period. Humiliation was being FORCED to dress up - and I derived a great deal of sexual enjoyment from the thought of the humiliation involved.  My serial started yesterday does have a rare male appearing - but mostly, I wanted to be put down by a female, in front of other females.  Males played little part in my fantasies.

To attend a party like Belinda's voluntarily?  Out of the bloody question. But to be MADE?  Oh grief!  The humiliaton would have been wonderful!

Some years ago, I was introduced to the concept that males who enjoyed dressing fell into two main categories - Transvestites and Cross dressers.  I thought this total bullshit - and said so.  At the same time, I met (through my writing) some exceptionally nice males who just felt comfortable in maid uniforms and doing housewifely chores - WITHOUT sexual release?  Let's face it - not something I even considered - I dressed and imagined fantasies and masturbated.  These guys were just kidding themselves,  hiding from their true natures.

 But later on, after my children had grown up and moved away?  I wore panties at all times.  Nightdresses as well,  Sometimes even camisoles. Never jacked off - just felt comfortable in women's lingerie.  So, had I become a cross dresser?  Later, when Prostate Cancer caused me to take special injections. I lost the desire altogther,  (I had worked voluntarily with 2nd grade children for about fourteen years - and the thought of being 'caught' now - without any enjoyment - made me stop completely.  I'm well aware that to the 'straight' people that transvestism is considered wildly perverted - and aware of the horrible thought that might affect the teachers I'd worked with - so saw no sense in continuing).

Which leads me to another point.  What does one DO with lingerie that has been worn - and jacked off in?  My high heels were easy.  Just dumped them off in a Goodwill bin.  But lingerie?   It's clean of course?  But the thought of giving this stuff to some poor woman doesn't thrill me at all. Have a full drawer of the bloody stuff.

Which leads me to another point.  I'm delighted with this blog.  I'm attempting to create a meeting place for men who like to dress up, but coming up with other viewpoints?  God bless Belinda, Tammie, and Monica. I need all of the help I can get.  That idea of mine with putting on a serial?   Bloody ego-deflating is all I can say - though I intend to finish the story up.  (I mean - I'm no Vicky Tern - but three or four out of 400?  Good grief!)

So?  I have another idea.  Don't know if this appeals to anyone - but I have two nice dresses - well, a caftan and a dress.  The caftan is brand new - my wife bought it for me just before I decided to drop women's clothes.  The dress I bought from a transvestite store of used dresses. I put it on once - too small.  Never messed it up in any way.  If I get any interest shown in my idea?  I'll post photos of them on this blog.

My idea?  Have two competitions with one prize given for the winner of each.  I thought of one competition for short (one page max) TV or Cross Dressing stories or articles that I'd publish here on the blog - then award the prize based on reader polls.  The other?  I have no idea, but thoughts would be welcomed.

But I DO have to have some interest shown by clicking the poll at the bottom of this post.  Upo to now, I feel that I'm batting a 1000 in lousy ideas.  Any help would be welcomed.

Bea

Sissy Maid Competition

I think it is trully remarkable that your reporter will now tell you about the sissy maid competition where fortunate sissies compete to be declared sissy maid of the year. Certainly I never would have expected to attend such a competition, and now I have been there 3 times. A world of sissies and their Mistresses was a fantasy world for me, but now the fantasy becomes reality. I know a some of the sissy girls who have competed, and I even myself considered competing. And this year one of the sissy girls who competed was a special girl who does not serve a Mistress, but does serve Miss Belinda at times. This made the competition especially fun for me, seeing sissy angelica on the stage declaring her submissive and effeminate nature, and showing off an extremely sissy and revealing maid's dress. But I leave you to judge whether angelica's miss twinkle outfit was the sort of outfit that a man might wear at halloween or at a back yard picnic for fun, or whether it was the sort of outfit that only a very effeminate and submissive sissy would wear.

Here is my report

The sissymaid competition took place a couple of weeks ago. There were four competitors this year. The event is organized by Lady Ellen, a dominant Lady who is supportive of girls of every kind in our local community, and it takes place in her back yard. The weather was perfect and the audience was able to enjoy the sissies who work so hard to look .....well they all just work so hard to look like big sissies, and they succeeded. The maids show off there pretty uniforms, prepare and serve some savory hors d'oevres or dessert items. They tell a little about their dreams and aspirations. They also demonstrate their knowledge of table setting or in the case of the girls this year, their ignorance of such. (I was mortified. I had certainly failed in properly training my maid) These girls should perhaps have been packed off to sissy school or a good maid academy post haste, but the weather was nice, and the audience and judges were tolerant.

The girls demonstrate their skills under the watchful eyes of the judges who will determine the maid of the year. The competition is fierce. You can feel their hopes of pleasing Mistress, and bringing home a prize.

Certainly one of the highlights of the event was the performance of good ship lollipop by one of the girls who follows this blog, known to us a secret sissy. She explained that she had been dispatched by her Mistress to compete, and to entertain the audience with her childish song. Well the audience was indeed entertained by sissy's performance. It was delightful, an exercise in public humiliation ( though she certainly was cute and convincing) right out of a good piece of forced femme fiction.

All the maids did a wonderful job of showing off their skills and submissiveness. Angelica was eager, cute and accommodating. She curtsied to the judges and spoke of her enthusiasm for maid service. ( I have served at some dinner parties with her, and she is a wonderful addition to any Lady's dinner party) but alas this was not to be her year, and another worthy girl took the crown.

But there are no losers when suburban back yards are turned into realms of fantasy and wonder, and sissies are given the opportunity to live out their dreams if only for a few sunlit hours.

Perhaps someday the sight of a tall petticoated maid, scurrying about the back deck of a suburban ranch house, while a group of Ladies enjoy an afternoon of tea, and conversation will be common. You don't think so? Well if it doesn't happen it seems a shame and a waste of a lot of nice outfits, that are lurking in the backs of a lot of closets. Don't you think?

Transformations

There is just something about the before and after in Bea's and most stories and in

my dressing in general. Its still me but its not. Almost every time I dress I can't believe

it is me st

aring back in the mirror. The illusion of changing genders, even superficially, is sim

ply erotic and

spell-binding for me. I can still vividly remember the first time I had a professional transformation. It was also the first time I had been fully dressed with make-up and accessories. It was truly a watershed momment for me and my dressing. I was captivated and was a little overwhel

med by the results. It is certainly more compelling in my mind when a strong woman

of authority makes the process a test of will (with her winning obviously ;) ) But its still fun on my own, and in any event, I sure many of you know the feeling, I recreated a little transformation

myself and thought I'd share the pics with you all. (sorry about the posterization but this is a public blog) Lastly, I

don't usually photoshop, but since I was talking about transformations....here's a pic where I "enhanced" a body part...Oh my, I just KNEW those weren't vitamins!!! LOL

A Few New Bishop Cartoons

Dave just sent me a bunch of cartoons - the one above is brand new.  Most of the others I had - but managed to lose.  I STILL think they are great!  It's done as a tie in to an old story of mine - Maid Machiavelli.

This one is kinda scary.  Makes ME sweat anyway!  Dave titled it "Don't drop the Soap"!

Sissy Maid Pageant

I am going to a sissy maid pageant tomorrow. Mistresses enter their frilly darlings, or some of the sissies enter themselves. They are judged on appearance, deportment, their ability to express devotion to Mistress. It is a very fun event, and this year it promises to be well attended, and it promises good weather. (The event is held outdoors) Can you imagine a sissy's embarassment at being entered into this event, forced to display themselves in their prettiest maid's dress before a laughing and clapping crowd. Made to show how pretty they curtsey, perhaps made to display their ruffled panties for the amusement of the audience. I shall be one of the audience if anyone is wondering. I do have a friend who is entered into the competition, and who I shall root for. It is a reasonably public event so I may be able to post a few pictures, so everyone can see the pretty uniforms.
If I could write like Bea, the story of this sunny saturday filled with submissive sissies in silk might be turned into a lovely story. I shall report soon.

Okay - Okay!

So I'm a technical nut.  But many thanks to the people (A lot!) who wrote and pointed out that my links weren't working.  Well?  It took a fair while for me to figure out what was wrong - but it is FIXED NOW!
Again - thank you guys.
Bea

Sheesh!

Must be getting ancient, right enough!  Came here, primarily, today to correct the address for Xaxa.  Found out that I'd done it already.
BUT?  Big News!  Fictionmania is back and alive.  A great collection of stories!  I was SO pleased, I sent them a story.  Was embarrassed all to hell when I discovered that I'd given it to them before.  That's all right though - I'll look out another - one that I've made bloody sure isn't published there already.

I don't know if anything will come of it - but I've been looking into those self-publishing outfits.  I'm not writing anything any more but figure that putting three novelettes together in an attractive paperback - and putting a reasonable price on it may be interesting.  Must say that I'm fascinated.  Bloody amazing what they can do nowadays.  (I've talked to Carrie - and he's looking at doing my cover and illustrations - I'm as artistic as a brick wall  so that's another fun aspect).  Any reaction to this?  I'd be delighted to get an idea.

Got some nice birthday wishes - thanks to all.  Managed a few hangovers as well.  Not the drinker that I used to be, I guess.