Today I thought that I would be home alone for a couple of hours. I was undecided if I would dress as there was such a short time available. As I was desperate to try on some recent purchases, I proceeded to get all dressed up less the make-up. Having gone through the agony of getting the body into shape I decided that the face needed some attention. I applied very minimum make up and proceeded with the mini photoshoot, all the time acutely aware of the time pressure. Thinking that I had until noon to clean up I started the process at 11:15. I was using the upstairs bathroom to remove my lippy and eye make-up with the intention of using the downstairs (better) shower to remove the remaining foundation etc. At the last minute I decided to use the upstairs shower for the final cleanup. Imagine my surprise when, on leaving the bathroom in nothing but a towel, I came face to face with my daughter in law who having returned early from her outing was putting our grandson to bed.
There was
nothing for her to see but if I had followed through on my original plan, we
would have come face to face with my face fully made up less lips and eyes Phew
This, the latest
in a string of near misses, has come about as a result of my son and his partner
moving in with us to save for a house of their own. This has severely curtailed
Trixy time which is why I am taking a few more risks than I normally would with
my dressing sessions.
It has been a while since my last post but the holiday period was very busy and I did not want to risk another near miss with my daughter (I was never a boy scout). So unashamedly this post is all about showing off some of my recent pics.
So, after that unfortunate incident with my daughter I was not able to dress again until 30th Jan Oh my nearly six weeks without Trixy time boo hoo.
Well as this was the first opportunity since the day they arrived these lovely boots had to take centre stage, only this time paired with a selection of short dresses.
I hope you agree that they look stunning (I know I am too modest).
The long period of inactivity had resulted in my feet becoming very out of condition, as a result after just a couple of hours in these boots my feet were very sore. I just need a few more days in heels and they will be match fit again.
The next few pics were without the boots to give my feet a rest
This is a story from last year but it made me laugh at the time and perhaps you also might find it amusing.
My eldest son is coming home to live for six months so that he and his girl, friend can save for a deposit on a house. While over the other day he was scouting out which of the spare bedrooms would best suit his needs. One of the bedrooms contains the built in wardrobe that is bursting at the seams with my wife’s and Trixy’s clothes but mostly Trixy’s
My son later commented to my wife, that I bet you never wear any of the clothes in the wardrobe after all they look like they are from the eighties.
The eighties how dare he talk about my clothes like that
My wife and I had a little giggle that night as he had no idea who’s clothes he was commenting on.
This story does raise an important issue for us gurls, should the children be told about our feminine persona. As I have no wish to live full time as a girl or transition I don’t see the need for them to know. I love my time as Trixy but it can be a little lonely at times being on my own. There have been occasions when Trixy has come close to being discovered by one or more of my children, there are 5 of them so the odds are quite high. There have been other times when I was hoping to be discovered especially when I thought that I looked quite hot at the time.
My biggest fear is being caught in mid-transition from girl to boy, that time when the support structure is coming down and you are starting to look like a man in a dress (or bra and nickers with a fat belly) instead of the gorgeous girl you were just a short time before.
My children do not know about Trixy not officially anyway but I do think my youngest 3 sons sort of know. Some years ago, I spent a period working overseas on my own, it was when Trixy was starting her journey. Living on my own I was able to dress at will and had even started to take some pictures. My sons came to visit during the school holidays and I underestimated their computer literacy (they were 9 10 and 11 at the time). I did take some precautions with my computer and thought that I had hidden the pictures but the little buggers found some of them. I did not know about this at the time but the odd comment over the years has convinced me that they have seen pictures of me as Trixy.
I am sure that if my boys ever found out about Trixy it would be one of those, we always knew Dad moments. I am not sure about my daughter thought she is the eldest and a bit of a prude.
The boys are good a keeping secrets though as illustrated a couple of years ago when one of our sons came out. His elder brother had caught him pashing one of his school mates, (they were about 16 years old at the time) and he kept it a secret for nearly 10 years.
Speaking as a straight crossdresser, the decision to tell friends and family is a big step but we must be aware of what affect it can have on them. We have to be careful not to be selfish and put our need to tell someone over their ability to understand who we are.
I don’t see that my family, other than my wife, need to know about Trixy and cannot see a time when I would be comfortable around them in Trixy mode.
While dressing today an idea just popped into my head that it might look good if I dressed as a girl in one of my old suits Not sure what inspired me but it could be a silly illustration of the current infatuation with gender issues. What could be more gender fluid than a man dressing as a girl dressing as a man, confused?.
The double cross-dressing idea is not the only crazy one that has come to me in recent weeks. The other day while pottering around E-bay I found an auction for a lovely pair of harem/belly dancing pants. I entered a silly low bid, as you do, and thought no more about it until a couple of hours before the end of the auction when an email reminded me that I was still winning the auction.
Well the realisation that I might soon be the proud owner of a lovely pair of harem pants triggered another crazy idea or more precisely a series of crazy ideas. Realising that if I did win the auction nothing in my wardrobe would match the gorgeous pants. Frantically I scoured E-Bay for all the separate items that make up a full belly dancing outfit (they were remarkable easy to find). I loaded them into my shopping cart and waited for the auction to end, I was beginning get excited about winning and win I did.
I immediately placed orders for a matching veil headdress, bra top, hip scarf, ankle/wrist bracelets and a lovely gold pair of belly dancing shoes, I am soon being the owner of a gorgeous belly dance outfit (pics to come).
Now on the surface my belly dancing purchases might appear to be an impulse purchase but in reality, I have fantasied for years about becoming a hareem girl so this apparent impulse buy was just making a fantasy come true.
As I have become increasingly comfortable with my femininity I find I am able to play out an increasing number of my long-time fantasies. I was a French maid very early in my feminine journey (I still am from time to time) and on-line shopping is a great enabler when it comes to finding fantasy outfits.
So were the hell do the crazy ideas come from, I don’t know or care and only hope that they keep coming as they are so much fun.
Well this blog is about me or to be more precise the feminine side of me who goes by the name of Trixy Deans. Why Trixy Deans you might ask, well at the time that I was starting my online presence I obviously needed a feminine name, Trixy Deans just popped into my head (more about things popping into my head later) it reminded me of Dixie deans who was an old Everton footballer which is strange in itself as I am a Manchester United fan. Well as my online presence has grown over the years it has become more difficult to change the name so I am stuck with it.
So anyway, my name is Trixy Deans and I am a crossdresser.
A recent picture
It all began at the tender age of 9 the first item of feminine attire that I wore was my sisters black swimming costume she was 11 at the time. As the years passed I graduated to my sister’s and mother’s underwear I only dressed in panties, slips and pantyhose, I suffered from the usual guilty feelings after each session, and no matter how many times I told myself never again, I always would return to my sisters or mother underwear draw with their treasure trove of silky delights.
On leaving school I moved to London to work for the world’s favourite Airline as an engineering apprentice, so my dressing came to an abrupt halt as I was cut off from my supply of underwear.
For the next 17 years my dressing sessions were limited to the wearing my girlfriends and eventually my wife’s underwear in secret.
My first wife passed away at an early age from breast cancer and I was a young father with two young children. I met and fell in love with a girl who was 10 years my junior, and we eventual married. At the start of our relationship I confessed to her my desire to dress as a woman. She was shocked at first but has been supportive ever since. The only rules that she has put in place are not in front of the children (we had three more) and never in public, that was 30 years ago this year.
Well my dressing progressed sporadically over the years but really flourished when I spend a couple of years living and working apart from my family. I lived alone in a small flat so was able to dress at will. It was during this period that I stared to accumulate my own cloths and first experimented with make-up and wigs. It was also at this time that I realised that I wanted to look as feminine as possible and that looking like a bloke in a dress was no longer enough.
Well the family and I were eventually reunited so my dressing opportunities were limited once again. This situation continued for a few years until once again I was living and working apart from my family. During the next 3 years my dressing really took off and I acquired a large wardrobe and honed my makeup skills.
Once again, I was back living with my family and have never worked away from them since. With the kids at home dressing opportunities were again limited. This situation continued for the next 8 years. Things changed for the better when I was able to work a couple of days a week from home which meant that I was finally alone in an empty house so my dressing opportunities flourished once again. I still had to be aware of when the kids, still living at home, would be coming home from work or college. There was an element of surprise in their return times which led to a few close calls (more of that in later posts.)
A picture from 2014 the start of my final journey
So, since 2013 I am able to dress almost at will and with the advent of online shopping I have built up a large and varied wardrobe. I still consider myself to be a football loving golf playing man who likes to become a girly girl every now and then. I remember having a conversation with my wife in the car around the time of the Caitlin Jenner story and I told here don’t worry dear I don’t want to do a Caitlin.
Trixy Deans a girl at play 