Meeting Dad - Friday night and the mess I am in

For those that want to see what I wore please read the blog post 

The most embarrassing thing ever & getting ready for Friday

Well I got ready checked myself in the mirror - cuteness of the scale perfect. I left the house got in the car and started to drive following the instructions Dad had sent.

I love driving en femm the skirt always rides up and guys seem to add 10 sexy points to a girl in a car not sure why but they always seem to think a girl is sexier if she is driving a cute little car.

I drove along window open and kylie tracks playing, while I chair danced giggle and sung. 

I arrived at the house and true to his word it was rather large 

I pressed the buzzer and a voiced cracked and crackled into life and said hello 

I replied it's Tabby 

the box said yes yes do come in the gate opened and I drove in.

There was a car parked to the left of the house so I parked my car behind. Then I got out of the car and picked up the bottle of wine and there he was standing on the door step 

I am not sure why but I handed the bottle over and picked the corner of my skirt and curtseyed and said hi daddy.

There was an odd pause and then he took my hand and led me through the house. 

We entered the garden and sat down and started to chat he poured me a drink and complimented me on my attire. 

I really tried to feel comfortable and get along with him but I would catch him staring andhe kept making comments that made me feel a little stressed - finally I stood up and said sorry Keith this is not working.

Wait he said I have something for you please just wait 

He hurried into the house and returned with a medium sized wooden box he handed the box over and the lid had a Jimmy Choo Stamp. I opened the box and almost fainted they were the pair that I have lusted over for the last few months. 

I put the box down on the patio and took of my plimsoles and put them on and strutted around and then gave Keith a hug.

His hand drifted to my bottom and he held me then he kissed me on the cheek and then tried to kiss my mouth I looked down to stop him and he broke the hug. 

I said 

Keith he interrupted and said what happened to Daddy 

Keith I repeated this is not going to work I turned to leave hoping he would not ask for the shoes and he called after me wait I stopped and said yes 

He replied you owe me something...

although the pause was less than a few seconds it felt like years 

The words fell out of my mouth I could not believe I was saying this God did I really want those sheos... What do you want...

What all men of my age want a small amount of pleasure 

I just nodded 

stepped closer to him and dropped to my knees unzipped his linen trousers and pulled out his cock it did not look that different to others I had seen I gently stroked it and licked it slowly it got hard and then I went to work sucking, stroking with all my energy to try and make this finish quickly this was then first and last time I told my self no more. 

I kept telling myself that I was going to end up fucking for money and that this was the long and slippery start to that life his shudder alerted me to the fact he was ready but I was caught in a day dream and did not react quick enough and he started to pump his cum into my mouth I pulled back and swallowed what was in my mouth as the last string of cum landed across my lips and my cheek. 

He let out a long and loud moan and  then released my head from his grasp. 

I stood up looking for a tissue he handed me his hanky and I wiped my face. 

He then said one more thing dear Tabby let me see it.

I looked confused for a moment and then it hit me he needed to see my male clit. I guess it was a kick for him I nodded lifted my skirt and pulled my cotton thong to one side and he walked towards me and cupped my sissy balls and smiled. I gently brushed away his hand and he stepped back and smiled thank you dear girl 

I picked up the box my pilsoles and left the house 

I got into my car and he closed the door I quickly changed into my plimsoles and drove out of the gates.

I pulled over almost straight away and started to cry I was looking through my purse for some gum anything to get rid of the taste of cum and could not find anything I started to scream in frustration. 

I calmed and drove back the way I came finally a petrol station I pulled in and got out and walked into the shop and picked up some gum paid for it and left. 

Before I had left the shop I had 4 pieces of gum in my mouth (extra spearmint really is worth keeping in your purses girls it gets rid of the taste of cum) 

As I stepped onto the garage forecourt one of those horrid cars (you know the type cheap car with loads of bits on it and huge exhausts full of drunk, high 18 year old boys with too much cum and not enough brains) zoomed out of the garage as it past me the front passenger wolf whistled and shouted show us your tits love. 

I ignored them like any posh girl would and sat back in my car and smiled to myself (although posh girls are above that sort of thing they do love a little bit of rough) 

I drove home and as I was back early I decided to get on with work. I was feeling a little strange and a little dangerous and too be honest horny the last 10 mins of the drove home had me imagining a scenario with those boys and how they would have used and abused me. 

How they would have taken me into their awful car and stripped me and then made me suck them all and then drop me off somewhere.

I clicked the kettle on and leaned over the table to look at my emails nothing, boring nothing oh interesting I had an email from work they were asking me to attend a technical material show in Manchester. They had a new outdoor clothing client that wanted to move away from it's rather old image and try to appeal to funky street customer.

The great thing about these events is that unlike main stream events where you are promoting your company and your name / brand etc. These events have individuals signing up because it is more about the research and attending the various break out sessions where a group is shown the positives of the new materiel. 

I normally attend these functions as a male but I clicked on the link and filled in the form knowing that no one would even know the difference, fear, worry or just plain sanity kicked in and I order two tickets in my male name and female name.

I knew that all I had to do was arrive at the badge collection desk and pick up my badges and they would register me and any other badge picked up as there. I guess they do not think anyone would gate crash a technical fabric meeting.

If there is an older couple / older male or female who wants to adopt (not officially) a daughter I would love to hear from you. I want to be able to send Christmas cards as Tabby and birthday cards and generally get mail with her name on it - I know it sounds mad but it adds another few feet to reality and being able to close the circle.

Exciting day

Most days I spend looking at graphs and trending data and just every know and then something out of the blue is sent to me to investigate. These images were sent to me from a client with a note to investigate fluid cloth and the trend for photographers / artists etc to create images like these. 

A little more about me - setting the scene

I have managed to arrange my life around my alter ego and spend most days dressed. I live in London and have a very nice house. I am lucky to have a job that allows me to spend most of my week at home and therefore I spend most of my week dressed as Tabby. 

An average day starts with the alarm waking me at around 8am (I do love to sleep) I get up and (I do love being overly femm some women I have met find this a little odd but I really can not help it - I do adore clothes as you will see as this blog grows and I adore sharing my outfits - oh giggle yes I also do tend to go off on a tangent sorry) 

I love to dress I spend far too much money on my Tabby clothes and somedays I wonder why I do this as I have very rarely shown off any outfits to anyone well this is about to change. These are my most fave babydolls I tend to wear to bed as as I said I am overly femm. I do tend to buy most of my underwear from either Fig Leaves or Victoria Secrets and when I want to spoil myself I love La Perla and when I decide I do not need to eat I have in the past bought some Robert Crescentini underwear it is simply to die for.

Anyway onto my fave everyday babydolls all three are from Victoria Secrets

I walk downstairs striving to move in as feminine manner as possible. For a split second when I get up I forget but very quickly the weight of my b cup breasts forms and the exquisite tightness and  smoothness of my garments remind me of Tabby and I smile. I slip on my kitten heel feather slippers and my silk robe and as gracefully as possible glide into my kitchen (here is a great weight loss tip girls I have purchased small cups and plates that I use day to day to control my portions and make sure I eat as femininely as possible. I am currently a UK size 10.) 

I make a coffee and read the paper I flick through vogue for the thousandth time and then stretch and wonder about a shower and getting dressed for work. I work at home most weeks but I still can not help myself I still get over dressed and adore the entire process of being femm and preparing myself for the day. I wash my cup and put away the paper and magazines and go back to my bedroom I put on my iPod and select a Kylie track kick of my slippers and dance a little then I start to dance around my room selecting my outfit.

I disrobe and jump in the shower I have stopped using male grooming products (I have always had very little body and facial hair but I do love to be as smooth as possible so I quickly make sure all is in order and then I am out and patting myself dry.

Since today is the first blog entry and I knew it would be an easy day at work as most of the people I interact with have gone away for the bank holiday and or work related trips I really went to town on my dressing up today. 

Oh and I adore Channel perfume. 

This is what I am wearing today from Victoria Secrets.

Another one of my interesting issues is I can never just get dressed.. What I mean is I have to dress as Tabby would if she was going to work, lounging at home or out on a date and then I would ask is it a first date is it warm cold etc. I take everything into account. Zoe my next door neighbour (more about her later) is constantly laughing at me. She is always amazed at how well I am dressed even though I work from home and no one really ever sees me. 

Today I am wearing an outfit I bought from Reiss. (currently the time is 3pm again I will explain why I mention this later) 

Dressed and ready for work I sashay into my kitchen pick up my work bag and put my paperwork out on the kitchen table along with my laptop.

I make a coffee and sit down to check my emails and begin work I cross and recross my legs and smile as the stockings slide over each other and the stockings gently pull at my suspender belt. 

I lean on the table and fell my thong pull gently and I get a little excited... I control myself and remind myself I am a busy and need to get on with things. 

I look at my thin wrist and take in the time on my slim female Rado it is sooo elegant and looks more like a bracelet than a watch. 

(For those that want to know I work as an independent analyst for a fashion label. I help crunch the data that tries to explain trends so that when Tweed is hot like the year before last there is enough to go round. I work under long term contracts and spend months at home without needing to go to the office. Sometimes I do travel but not often) 

Most mornings around 11.30am ish Zoe pops in for tea she is a yummy mummy from next door. We got to be good friends I told her about Tabby and she begged me to show her so we arranged a Zoe and Tabby tea session most days at 11.30am. We only do this when her husband is away and it is just the two of us we chat about everything and nothing.)

Well as normal the door bell rings and I let in Zoe, we kiss each others cheeks (I leave a faint outline of lipstick on her cheek and smile - little things like that that remind me of my female form send shivers up and down my spine.) We go straight to the kitchen she asks me to give her a twirl of my new outfit and I tell her I am setting up the blog and we chat madly about what it will contain. The time is now 1pm and Zoe leaves to get on with her work and chores and I continue to think and write the blog. 

I think about Zoe and I try to think about the fairness of our friendship John her husband is not worried she has told me as he thinks as most people do that I am gay. 

I am not gay I adore women if anything I am a gay women a lesbian - that sounds sooo weird I know but I am a very femm looking and acting guy and I adore being with women. I have only ever been with 1 guy as Tabby at Uni and with 3 women once as my male self and twice as Tabby that is my entire sexual encounter and experiences. I have a very female body and although I have the genitalia of a male of our species it is very small both hard and soft. I have always consider it my clit and use it as such. (I am scared about writing this as she will read it - but I promised this blog would be honest and from my heart) I have fantasied about Zoe she is a sexy women and she is slightly dom which I find exciting. But I would never do anything as I would hate to ruin our friendship which has more value for me than any moment of pleasure. 

I do fantasize about being with a man. One of my fave and most powerful fantasies is my bridal fantasy. One weekend Zoe and I pretended to shop for a wedding dress it was a marvelous day.

Ok why did I mention it was 3pm well because at 4pm today which is almost upon us I have a call to make to a client. For those that are wondering yes I have a very femm voice slightly deep for a women slightly too high for a guy. Well this ends my thinking posts I will post a few more posts on some of my most yummy underwear brands and clothing brands and shoes giggle.

Please do let me know what you think if you want me to carry on and just about anything that is on your mind.