A Handbag?!!

I lent my daughter a handbag this bank holiday weekend!
She took it gracefully and the only comment she made was " Wow! That's very 20s! It will go well with my outfit. Thanks dad"
I think that is acceptance. It shows the importance of being earnest.

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A Happy Medium

I had a great time out in male mode. Well, I was surrounded by gorgeous women in an enviroment not conducive for trannies, so why try to compete?

I love the ability to swop from femme attire to male and vice-versa . being a tranny does have some advantages

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Two weddings, one Big Night Out and one barbecue

Its a busy life being a tranny and a dad.

Last Friday , 14th August, I went to Big Night Out at Pink Punters and experienced the bar at the Campanile hotel for the first time. I really enjoyed it with all types of trannies and a few others crammed together with all their different dress styles.

I chatted with Faith, Sophie, Lyndsey, Rachel and another Rachel and danced with several groups of glamorous lesbians and trannies. AT PP it was quiet at first but as Sophie said, a bus must have arrived at about 12:00. Suddenly everyone was pole dancing and chatting and crowding the dance floors. I took quite a few pictures and surprise surprise managed to get photos of myself for once.

The wedding was the next day and I dragged myself ( no pun intended of course) out of bed and thankfully all I had to do was shower and find a clean shirt and suit. A big advantage for guys when they are in a hurry, even though I love spending hours on choosing outfits and getting ready as a broad.

It was a spectacular expensive wedding which cost £30,000 and everyone had a great time. There was one incident, when one guy wanted to bottle my son because he thought my son was chatting up his girlfriend which was a load of bollocks. My son can't help being even better looking than me. Luckily my son was cool about it and managed to calm the situation down.

The barbecue was the next as the last leg of the wedding. This was a very laid back sunny affair with the highlight being a gift of a rose from one of the tiny gorgeous bridesmaids. Well, OK it didn't have much of a stem attached but it was their own idea and they only had two roses to give. Thankfully they didn't offer me one of their home made cupcakes, especially the one with the blue food colouring.

No-one said anything about my shaved legs or the lingering smell of Angel perfume.

In between I was giving lots of lifts in my car to lots of wedding drunks and my son and friends.

The second wedding is next Saturday. One of my daughter's friends is getting married. So this marks the end of another chapter in parenthood, where dad's are supposed to take a back seat and their sons and daughters are proper grown ups with proper jobs. But for me life is too short so I will squeeze as much work and as much fun as I can for as long as I can, so I will probably go to trannydom (PP) again next Friday. As well as avoid any dodgy cupcakes on the Sunday.

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Liquorice

Saturday 8th August

I met several nice people at Pink Punters including Michelle, Terri and Sophie. We had several long chats and danced in between. I'm almost a regular there now and so I recognised quite a few other fellow ( no pun intended, of course) trannies.

Some have told me their intimate life details as if I were a life-long friend. That may be an honour but I 'm beginning to wonder if I am too good a listener, as I'm not sure I want to know everybody's personal sexual bravados. Then again, I do not wish to judge people and I accept that everyone is different. Like a bag of liquorice allsorts. It makes for fascinating listening as well!

The previous week I was also at PP and for once stayed at the hotel opposite. the staff there are friendly, polite, professional and efficient, the rooms are well equipped and clean and pleasant.

As I was staying overnight I allowed myself to partake of alcoholic beverages. It was an interesting experience and a bit of a learning curve as I've never drunk so much dressed en femme.

As a bloke , when I've had a lot to drink, I become more friendly, say some silly things, find my vision becoming blurred and eventually fall asleep. So the inner me is a gregarious, gentle person, which I'm thankful for.

As Gabriela, I found myself becoming, or at least acting as if I were, the life and soul of the party, getting trannies to get up and dance in a group and skipping about like a six year old girl in a playground. I don't know the mechanics of alcohol but wonder if I was already in a happy relaxed state and the alcohol just pushed me further down that road. Did the fact that I was in women's clothes have a bearing on it as well? It is such a long way from being the shy retiring young lad I used to be. I must still be on a learning curve about my own character. Maybe it's not as eye-popping as some of the truths I've learnt of others I've met at PP but fascinating for me.

Gabriela Julia Budd

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