Wedding Girls, horsey girls, Air Hostess and the little black dress

It's funny my early post on tgirls and maids has thrown up several emails in the space of a few hours. Yes hun your so right! Oh Tabby your reading my mind etc. I thank you all ladies but I must take time to express a very interesting email I received from Harri.

Harri is a genetic female - I was confused I have to apologise as I have never come across the name before. Its welsh. Harri tells me she is married to a guy called David. Its her 2nd marriage and his 2nd also. She did not expand on why how or if there are any kids in the marriage. She is much younger than he.

They moved home recently and she went away to a college reunion only to return early as she was not feeling well to find David dressed in the School girl outfit he had bought her to wear.

Nothing special something cheap and nasty she tells me from Ann Summers.

Well she was a little shocked and they chatted and it turns out our little David likes to be called Davina and dreams of being a bride.

Harri explained to me that her previous husband was to put it mildly a bastard a real mans man and she had gravitated towards David as he was very femm. Where her previous husband worked in construction David worked in advertising dressed well and bathed. Giggle oh too true Darling.

Anyway Harri explained that David fell to bits and sobbed she felt soooo bad for him she almost forgot the attire he was wearing and started to comfort him.

A few months past and nothing was said till one drunken night in bed Harri got David to admit in between drink sex and a little drugs that he loved to dress and his dream would be to dress as a bride.

A few days past and Harri asked David to take a few days off work she had planned out a wonderful little surprise she bathed him and started to tell him she was sooo excited about him dressing and a few wines glasses later a quick shower to get rid of any unwanted hair and a naked Davina was being dressed by Harri

She dressed him in her La Perla bridal wear she giggled in her email because he just came and came when she fixed the wig and breast forms in place he just purred and filled my beautiful la perla knickers with his girly cream (she had secretly order the wig and the b cup forms for him.)

She then put on the garter and the dress and sat back to watch Davina prance around Harri was amazed Davina had stopped several times to bite her lower lip and cum.

Harri ended her note thanking me for my insights.

Harri darling I hope Davina fell on her knees and licked you out all night sweeties you earned it.

So for our little Davina and you tgirl bride wannabees a few brides to excite.

I know tgirls who have spent several years imagining their bridal underware! Making a tweak here and there

Why do brides all look so sexual!

When I get married (now I am showing that I also dream of being a bride and have thought about my bridal underwear / clothes / dress etc - well I am a girl!) I will want a little tiara

I adore girls getting ready I find these images sooo sensual and yet so sexual - Does anyone agree

Parading in the honeymoon suite yummy

All brides can be naughty on their hen night!

Your best friend helping you dress

All that lace and silk -- oh my

Maybe bridal wear should be party wear!

yummy

Harri also added in her email she dreamt of being a horse riding girl when she was younger. I have found that Genetic Women tend to dream of having a pony. I have pressed several girls and they have all admitted apart from one that they have dreamed of their horses cock.

I think that is the key that genetic women love the powerful animal under their control but they also know that it is a wild animal and could be dangerous. The idea that the animal could fuck them silly, the smell and the leather and the clothing make most genetic girls quiver.

I think this is why most tgirls get to this fetish, fantasy quite late they have mostly en femm and out at this stage and then they start to really explore women hood.

Most girls dream of growing up as the lady of the manor and riding horses.

Sexy girl, sexy pose

I adore this girl I really wish I could be her her body is sooo tight so athletic so nubile

posh girl, horse and whip

girls love this look

they adore their horses too

I would adore the idea of being a posh wife lady of the manor and my riding instructress and I end up being lesbian lovers. I would explode from the sheer joy.

Hot work cleaning stables

My personal fave the air hostess I adore this as many women do as it allows them to be whores and re-invent themselves every time the plane lands.

Finally we come to the little black dress. Ladies tgirls and sissies you should be at this stage now everywomen in western world has one dream one hope and that is too look good in a little black dress.

Maids

Why do we adore maids why is every tgirl sooooo into being a girly maid. Well ok they are at the start of their tgirl life.

Most never leave the paddling pool of maid-dom. Some skirt around the schoolgirl thing some even move from their to an air stewardess, perhaps a nurse.

I spent a lot of time recently thinking about me about my kind (tgirls, regular readers will know I believe tgirls are a third sex. I also believe that there is a place for us in society. We are more femm, more eager to please, more sensual and more sexual than most women. But that is another story) about girls and guys and I think I understand why a tgirls journey starts with those cliche uniforms.

We believe, we need, we desire to be female and in normal life what ever that may be these uniforms these cliches are the straight girls accepted dressing up de-facto. So like 'normal' girls we try to re-create that effect that idea.

Do I like dressing as a maid - yes I guess I do I love anything femm and adore sensual clothing. Do I like being a maid - yes again I love the idea of serving a powerful man or a sultry and slightly dom and scary mistress.

Ladies we should celebrate the Maid and this week I ask you all to dress up for your partner and surprise him, her or them. I know I will.

Fun with the girls

wee madam

be still my aching heart- giggle

hands up ladies who wants this girls body?

such a sluty tease

Let me work here please

oh my the oven is so hot

I want a pert bum

a true maid

lets play

Maid / PA hybrid

Being an ideal women

Ladies I found this post and I strongly recommend you read it. This should be the perfect guide for all T girls and GG girls everywhere.

The Characteristics of Ideal Women - How to Be an Ideal Woman

Hi cupcakes! Here's a question for you; how do you characterize an ideal woman? Well, besides being FEMININE (of course, *giggles*) an ideal woman is usually characterized by an adequate and well-rounded woman who has quite high standards for herself.

In addition, an ideal woman has the ability to give, to listen, to feel empathy, as well as make a good impression on one and all. But what other things categorize an ideal woman? Well, let me share with you some of the characteristics of ideal women.....

An ideal woman has positive views of herself. She tends to see herself as liked, wanted and WORTHY. She also sees herself as capable and 'able to.'

An ideal woman has a positive and optimistic view of herself - and of the world in general - despite knowing that the world and herself is imperfect. She also radiates hope, confidence and joy - and refuses to whine, complain or feel sorry for herself!

An ideal woman emits personal magnetism, and believes that she's LUCKY. Such a woman feels that she deserves the very best things in life - and this confidence and belief that she's lucky will literally pull that destiny towards her.

An ideal woman LOVES herself and exudes the vibes; "I know how to love, and am loved. Yes, I love myself and am loved!"

*** Doves, if you truly believe in this affirming statement, the MEN around you will also believe!

An ideal woman believes that the more she loves herself, the more that she'll be able to love others. And, she knows that it's only when we've learned to love and respect ourselves, can we ever truly be able love and respect others! Moreover, she knows that if we aren't able to love our-self, then we can't ever count on someone else's love - especially a man's love!

An ideal woman understands that positivity, optimism, and hope is the KEY to a happy and successful life, as well as the natural outcome of having an accepting view of oneself (therefore, of others too.)

An ideal woman believes that a positive perception of herself, and of the world, can, and WILL attract positive people, situations and circumstances into her life. And, with her positive thinking, moods and outlook, she becomes like a virtual magnet attracting iron - and her optimism manages to overcome any barriers.

An ideal woman recognizes that having a positive view of oneself and the world is essential (thankfully, it can be learned,) and if she fails to grasp this particular concept, she'll become a literal 'walking disaster' who alienates just about everyone that she ever meets. And, just about ever single one of us will know at least one of these walking disasters *wink*

An ideal woman understands that self-love and self-respect is a process by which her self image can be FED. She also knows that she can choose those particular things which will adequately feed her self image - and her personal growth depend on those decisions.

An ideal woman adds VALUE to other people's lives (and is not simply extracting value from others.)

A woman who views change and adjustment to circumstances as opportunities for renewing and revitalizing her sense of adequacy.

A woman who's positive view of self has been achieved through a careful nurturing of talents, and by the accumulation of her successes.

An ideal woman knows that every woman should be 'her own project' - and not a man's. In turn, this only makes her more interesting and fascinating to others, and the world really seems to have been specifically designed - just for her!

An ideal woman is capable of creating a significant transformation in her life - who's constantly growing, becoming better, and moving forwards - (and even if it's only in 'baby steps!'

An ideal woman is comfortable with aiming high, and becoming successful in whatever she sets out to do. She's even happy to become one of those 'tall poppies' in life. And, such a woman refuses to obey that unspoken command;"Come back down."

**You mustn't ever have that tendency to restrict yourself doves, and don't you dare come back down!!

An ideal woman is comfortable with the process of change, flexibility and fluidity - and can can go through the trials and difficulties of life, with strength, grace, dignity and hope! And, one thing's for sure, ideal women refuse to end up like those bitter, irritable, quarrelsome or vindictive women that many of us know - who seem to have an eternal dissatisfaction or dislike towards everything and everyone!

**Doves, such behavior will never do for such feminine women as yourselves! And, a woman who really thinks that others will tolerate this kind of behavior for very long, is sadly mistaken.

An ideal woman has the courage to be an individual and to be very unique - as well as gives herself permission and encouragement to reach self-actualization - to become the woman she was meant to be!

An ideal woman is open to following her own feminine instincts and intuition, and in hindsight, doing what 'felt right' has proved to be a competent and trustworthy guide.

An ideal woman has managed to successfully balance and unify herself - her looks, her personality, her soulfulness.... and not just on a surface level, but to a level of real depth. She has become WHOLE.

An ideal woman takes care of herself and lives in harmony with herself. And, when you look at her life and her home (and even inside her purse or her car,) you'll always see some kind of order in there - and even those things will generally be as neat, organized and beautiful as she is!

An ideal woman not only gives to others, but receives (occasionally she'll treat herself indulgently too.)

An ideal woman is careful not to be taken advantage of by others, and is aware that when a woman gives too much to others, she ends up robbing herself (an ideal woman will never fall into this trap for long, and learns to see the signs of a manipulator too!)

An ideal woman treats herself with the same care and love that she gives to others. And, she treats herself as generously as she'd treat an important guest (and believes that she deserves no less!) Moreover, she sees herself as a VIP guest at the grand feast of life!

Well my feminine lovelies, I hope you enjoyed my post; 'The Characteristics of Ideal Women - How to Be an Ideal Woman!'

Ps; don't WAIT to be an ideal woman doves, because our life on this earth really is a pretty fleeting sort of thing when you think about it, isn't it?

what is happening to my head

The more hormones I take the more I walk along the path of female life the more I am confused. Girls both genetic and tgirl does anyone feel that they are no longer who they want or feel they are.

I seem lost in a circle of dressing, masturbating and porn I do not work anymore I feel ashamed and utterly unable to stop myself my mind evokes images like this

I want this to be elegant, womanly, skilled in music and the arts, wealthy and most of all sensual

I adore the idea of sitting in my tight secretarial uniform and working nothing sexual just the act of being a women.

I want to be pure and sensual and a little naughty

I want to be ever so posh and belong to the country club, have wonderfully bitchy friends and talk about our men while we all behave like sluts in the spa.

then my mind wanders and I am on my knees eating dog food and being used like an animal

I am bound and a little kitten

pain is slowly inflicted upon me

shameful images flash before me and my cheeks blush but my clit stirs

I find myself purring

wishing for more

Images of cum flash before me I giggle and lick my lips

I am now a pet tied and with tail I lower my head in shame and my cheeks burn brighter my clit tiny yes but filling with blood and becoming aroused

A cage it is empty and then in a flash I am bound and in it - shame races to my clit and it lowers but the need continues the shame fules another part of me and soon my clit is back on its journey

I am a housewife on my knees begging for my husbands cum I bite my lip and let out a soft moan

The kitten in me turns to a cat and I find my moan turning into a purrr

ooooohhh myyy I hear my Mistress call me and my mind goes blank I will be what ever she wishes me to be....

I am licking her shoes

I am bound

She spanks me and I let out a gasp these images these feelings are all so real so intense

I am know on my knees serving him my everything. I smile knowing it feels right, knowing that I am complete.

but something is wrong I know something is not right something is missing....

I start to cry and like all silly girls start to try and understand what it is - I need mony but I am not hard up I just spend too much, I want a cunt, a pussy I want to be Tabitha but this is impossible becuase Tabby will always be a little bit of who I used to be and I can not be born again I can not be a girl and grow up as one.

What is it what is missing is that it is it my need for a real girls life to feel all there is as a women a girl a teenager or is there something deeper. I am sometimes sub and sometimes dom I find my fantasies take over and I am left in dangerous places and situations.

I needed cock a few nights ago and went out and was totally stupid I met someone and went back to his car and let him fuck me no numbers were exchanged. He used me and then wiped his cock on my knickers and took them as a prize - I left tights ruined, hair in a mess skirt soiled and returned to my car and drove home in tears....

What THE FUCK DO I WANT.....

it finally hit me late last night...

I do not want to have to work, have any responsibilities and most of all I want to be glamourous and be sexy and wealthy to be the life and soul of the party to be fucked to be explored and to explore

a little treat

sorry, sorry, sorry I know I have been a little absent - I have had a wonderful week away and some great news to tell you all.

In the mean time enjoy this

Jacques: The Sports Issue Trailer, 'Squash' from Jacques Magazine on Vimeo.

Update & My Selected PA

Well girls, ladies and gents I am back I have been very lucky. In one lucky incident I managed to turn a rather horrid situation into a positive one.

I am now back in charge of a shiny new mac book air to go along with my new found job. More on the job later first and foremost ladies, sissy fags and dick girls I salute you giggle.

I was most impressed with the entries and the winner is a stunning TS girl from the gold old US of A. She is from LA and is stunning. Currently she is in Dubai and will stop off in the UK for a week. Why her well let me create for you a rather manly list:

1. Stunning super sexy and convincing

2. Great sense of humour and her audition tape was wild - giggle I may get her permission to release it to the public.

3. Did I say stunning

4. We are all going to learn a lot from her.

5. oh yes I almost forgot she is stunning!

Ladies, Gents, Girls, Masters, Mistreses, Dickgirls Subs, Fags and everyone else let me introduce to you Miss Tabitha's Personal Assistant

Miss Harri Saffron Waters (yes that is her name)

Harri wanted to say to you all that she will do her best and that if anyone wanted to send her a comment or question to do so.

Short Story- My Request

A little experiment do tell me if you like my new format.

How to flatter a boyish figure

How To Flatter a Boyish Figure on Howcast

Quick Update

Hi all,

As you all know I moved recently well slight nightmare, hence my posting at this ungodly hour. almost 3am UK time. I had a break in and I really did not know what to do.

I found my knight in shinning armour's number and called him. Ok he is not a knight and he does not have any armour, but if he did I am sure it would shine!

Darrell was amazing I was told about him by a friend who used him to put up an office wall and hung monitors and well you know the sort of thing.

Well he was amazing he made sure the flat was secure and did not charge the earth. Ladies, gents in fact anyone who needs a handy man this guy is sweet, honest and amazing value for money. Please use him click link here

Oh and sorry for the lack of posts I am trying to sort through my insurance and other such mundane and boring things. Will try to post the winners soon and other yummy ideas. I am too scared too sleep so I will have some more time over the next few days.

Be safe, be happy, be fun and most of all be at peace....

Short Story - My own fault

I looked forward to Saturday mornings. I could put away my male clothing and dress up as a cute, sassy and sultry shop assistant.

I adored serving those sexy women in my wife's shop dressed like one of them. I adored shacking my little pert ass and the click clack of my heels on the polished floor. I loved the fact that over the weekend I was not my wife's husband but her girlfriend and we spent the weekend chatting about clothes, the shop and how we can make the little boutique more successful.

But this Saturday was different. This Saturday my wife and I were at odds. You see I had started to complain, moan and generally nag her. She was having fun at the weekends, shopping, lunching and partying with other guys and I was left to work in the shop.

I had pressed her buttons and she screamed at me

You fucking sissy fag I let you dress and serve my friends in my shop, wearing my stock, using my best perfumes and make up. I let you do this because you need to dress like a whore like some fag and you cried like a girl. I risked public humiliation to let you do these things and now you want more.

Your not a man. I do not have a husband anymore you just want to be a girl. So I am going to treat you like one. I do not care anymore about you you are not my husband you are just a shop girl.

With that she slammed the door and drove off.

Well that was Friday night and I sat at home in tears. I woke up early on Saturday I showered and ate breakfast and sat in silence. It was too early to dress and too late to go back to bed I sat in the half light in the kitchen in a trance.

The sharp pinging of my mobile broke my trance and I looked down and saw the text from my wife.

It was short and sharp.

Hi bitch,

I am at Carls, he is my lover as I no longer have a husband. As far as I am concerned you are my live in girl friend / lodger. If you want to work at the shop I will pay you for weekend rates

Let me know in 5 mins or do not bother coming in.

I sat there my sissy clit twitched I loved the idea of being humiliated and Carl was such a huge strong guy. My mind raced I blushed as I imagined his cock pounding my wife's pussy....no not my wife my landlandy's pussy....

My hand tapped the buttons on the phone

Yes I will be in.....

I waited a moment and then the phone pinged into life

I knew you would. Now Jenny be a good girl and open on time I am sending Carl in to pick up some gifts for me as we are going away this weekend for some sexy fun. Wish me luck it's our first weekend away.

I sent a text back

Yes ok, can I suggest Carl picks up some of the La Perla underware it is sooo divine and sexy and would pick out your curves soo well. Oh and good luck

My phone pinged again

Ha haha... you are a faggot slut. There is no man left in you is there Jenny.

Just go to work you stupid bitch.

I walked upstairs in shame and slowly dressed. I put on my red lace thong and matching bra my and then my black skirt and red lace vest top I put on a black belt to finish off the outfit and some jewellery.

I sat down and applied my makeup and did my hair.

I slipped on my heels and picked up my purse and got into my little town car and drove to the shopping center. I unlocked the hop door and put on the kettle I was in a very bad mood, my face burned red with shame but slowly being Jenny and walking through the store, swinging my hips and feeling my breasts jiggle as I took each step in my 5 inch heels made me feel so much better. I soon started to smile and before too long the shop was ready and at 9:30am I opened the doors.

Time flew by as I helped my customers I loved the feeling of my thighs being pressed together by the tightness of my skirt. I loved all my feminine gestures and movements.

I had learned to speak like a women long ago by speaking on sex lines and pretending to be a girl. I had learned all about the desires of men but I had never felt a real man press against me never felt the throb of his cock in my lower back, his breath on the back of my neck as he leaned into me his hands groping me.

I was jolted from my day dream by Carl he had wondered into the shop it was almost closing time and I had hoped I would not have to deal with him.

He walked around the store picking up the most sexy underware we sold I knew my wife had told him what to buy a man like Carl would not have a clue in a shop like this.

I had closed the shop door by this time and was busy working on the till. He placed the items on the counter and I bagged everything for him and he said no charge to me I smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of my face and said ok.

He laughed

He then walked around the counter and leaned into me and picked up the bag. I leaned back out of his way. He stepped closer.

Carl I whispered please....

Carl smiled please what you faggot...

I blushed and bit my lip

In one swift movement he turned me around and pushed me onto the counter. One arm around my neck the other foundling, pulling and groping at my tight skirt.

His weight and strength made me helpless and to my shame I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply to smell his manliness. He sense a slight change in my attitude and laughed I blushed and he then pulled up my skirt and pulled aside my thong string and pushed two of his fat fingers into my asspussy I gritted my teeth and moaned like a whore.

He whispered harsly in my ears...please what....

I bit my lip and whispered back please please fuck me like you fuck my wife please....

he chuckled....

He pushed me flat onto the counter and lifted my skirt up to my waist. He spanked my exposed ass several times. I cried out in pain and wiggled my ass at him he laughed and spanked me several times more I could feel my sissy clit gently cuming into my my thong.

he kept spanking me and I gripped the counter and came like a virgin on her wedding night. I screamed and shook like a total sissy. I humped the counter trying to rub my sissy clit and all the time Carl held me down and spanked me.

He let me up and pushed me to my knees and said now its your turn whore and pushed his fat cock towards my mouth. I hesitated

Suck it he shouted, suck it like you bitch wife does.

I took his cock into my mouth and sucked like a pro I licked his fat balls and sucked on his cock

I could smell him and as I licked his cock he laughed and told me that he had just spent the day fucking my wife and just before he left he had fucked her asshole.

I intensified my sucking

he laughed and spat at me your a fucking dirty whore...

He pulled down my bra and top and exposed my breast forms he pulled at them which in turn pulled at the glue I used to attache them, he pounded my face harder

Finally my face sore from his thrusts and laughing he lifts a bag from the floor and pulls out a butt plug here you go he rams the plug in my mouth and then pushes me back onto the counter

I knew what is coming next. I tried to speak but the butt plug filled my mouth, I found myself sucking and licking it - I blushed and continued to suck it. I looked back over my shoulder and the panic on my faced made Carl laugh why are you so worried darling. I squeaked please do not hurt me.

I am terrified and yet I want it I need him inside me I ache and the shame makes me want him more.

I can hear Carl laughing it sounds like he is in the other room. I feel the head of his cock pushing at my hole I want this I lick my lips and dive back onto the plug licking it and sucking it like a true faggot.

I try to relax but everything is working at 1,000 miles an hour. I am panting, I can hear the

blood rushing past my ears, my heart is thumping and as each beat shakes me my breast forms wobble. I giggle to myself slightly detached for a moment as I watch my breasts jiggle at each heart beat. I then feel his hand pushing me flat again on the counter

His rod is at my entrance again I hear him spit and then rub his saliva on my hole he spits again on his hand and rubs his cock. I tense up as I feel his spit hit my hole and then pain

I scream my mind goes blank and my eyes roll back he is fully in me now....

Slowly I start to feel again the peppery fire is going out and being replaced by a fullness a strange but pleasing sensation as he fills me

I sit up and turn to him and bit my lip and smile.......

Online PA or Secretary - last week

Ladies this is the final week I will be accepting CV's for the position of my personal secretary.

The role is simple:

1. Dress appropriately

2. Act appropriately

3. Be available to run online errands and tasks for me.

This position is perfect for those of you who are submissive by nature, have excellent typing skills, love to please and most of all need to dress like this.

I have had several excellent CV's and I thank those girls. Can I ask you to be patient as selecting the right girl is extremely important to me and some girls have asked for extensions on the tasks. Yes I will be down marking them for their lack of planning and time management.

Thank you

Miss Jones