Starting OUT
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Posted:May 19, 2016 10:47 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2016 12:39 pm
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hmm, were did it all start. I like that topic. it has definitely been a journey and I can pretty much pin point each significant event in my life that added to my growth and helped me to where i am today. My very first memories are early ones. I was less than 6 years old and grew up in the South of England. I was, i think, the first to my single mother, who dressed me somewhat gender neutral. At least thats what i assume because she always told me how people mistook me for a girl when i was a baby. That may have been a sign
I schooled at a typical british school where we all wore uniforms, boys in shorts and girls in skirts. knee high socks, shirts with little ties, and a cap. These were early days for me so I wasn't super fashion conscious but I was aware that the skirts were more attractive to me than the shorts. I can't remember if I ever did get to wear one back then, hell, i was only 5yo, but I do remember a very specific moment at that school. We were all out playing together, girls and boys, I remember we were playing pilots and nurses, ( I know what you're thinking but no, i was a pilot). We would fly around and with our arms out, like planes, and get shot down by other boy planes. Of course the nurses would then look after those of us that were injured. We were so young but I remember the one girl who looked after me that day kissed me, i didn't really know what that meant but I know i didn't mind it. maybe she had seen it in a movie, or something but it seemed to have an effect on me.
later that night I had a dream that has been with me since that day. You would think that after your first kiss as a young boy you would be thinking of that girl in one way or another but my way seemed to be quite another way of processing that kiss.
In the dream I found myself wake up in what seemed to be a large factory, like one they would use to build planes or parts for planes etc. I was laying on a conveyer belt and noticed i could not get up. I was held down with straps around my legs, torso and arms. Even so, i did not feel i needed to struggle. All the people working in the factory were women and I stared up into their eyes and did not feel threatened. Instead I felt safe and somehow protected.
As the conveyer belt moved me along I tried to see what else was going on around me but could only really look down and see the length of my body and the women working on it. Although i could not really make out what they were doing I did realize that they were focused on my feet first and when they moved away i noticed my nails were painted pink. As the conveyer belt moved slowly along I came to the next staton where some women were working around my penis and when they moved away I noticed i was in a skirt. I felt warm and excited.
The next station brought me to two women, one on either side. they began to work on my chest and although I dont recall how it was done i suddenly had breasts, very small ones but breasts. Of course by this point I had realized I was being turned into a little girl and seemed quite comfortable with it all. The last thing I remember is my lips being painted.
I don't remember much more than that but what has stuck with me my whole life is remembering this as my first experience with feeling ... different. Several years must have gone by before my next significant femme moment but we will get into that later
I have honestly never felt like I have been trapped in the wrong body, in fact i really like my body so feel no need to change it. This dream never really felt like a sign that i was born in the wrong body, more a sign that I was in touch with a feminine side of myself that to this day i cherish. It has been a long journey but as far as I remember, this was my first memory related to my feminine tendencies.
I wish i could find that little nurse and thank her for sending me off on such a wonderful journey - simply with a kiss.
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Getting Out
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Posted:May 17, 2016 12:17 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2016 11:50 pm
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Well i appreciate all the request for Blog ideas and also all the support in putting something together for you to enjoy. So, lets get started 
This weekend marked the 15th anniversary celebration for Vancouver's longest running fetish night. This was the one club i initially felt comfortable going out dressed but that soon expanded to ANYWHERE but, the club has a lot of significance to my growth. It certainly allows for you to wear what you want in a safe and consenting environment and allows you to really push your limits. Thats the key really when it comes to anything that limits your happiness or growth as a person, pushing the hell out of them. And i have pushed many.
There was a time when I would not go out in public at all yet here I am today getting a thrill out of wandering around the downtown core on a warm Vancouver night in nothing more than a rain coat and lingerie. The odd car passing by, the driver risking whiplash as they quickly turn to grab a fleeing view of skin and lace.
I get a huge thrill out of making others feel sexual and this look, out in public, certainly seems to evoke a response. I hope to keep on evoking sexual responses so will continue to push my limits with my look and my wardrobe.
While there is a fine line between slutty and sexually classy when it comes to dressing like this I will always try to remain on the classy side of that line. Lets see what limits I can push this weekend
P.S. I tried to enter that picture of me on the street in Lingerie into the Senior Sizzle fetish contest but it was rejected for some reason. no idea why but i am going to get another one up .... i hope
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The Copper Club
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Posted:Apr 14, 2016 5:22 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2016 10:46 pm
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thinking of starting a Blog but would like some feedback on what people would like to read. So, drop me a note with some subjects and I will get right on top of it
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