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My Name is Trixy Deans and I am a crossdresser.

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.

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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.)

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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.

Well that enough for now

The Magic

The Magic (when does it begin and when does it end)

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The magic begins for me during the transition into Trixy at the point when I start to feel like a girl.

I always apply my make up before I get dressed so, after the mandatory close shave (not with the kids coming home early) I sit in front of the makeup mirror and begin.  I  do my make up in the same order, foundation with loads of concealer, eyes, (my wife thinks that my eyes are the most feminine part of my face) and finally my lips. It is with the lips that the magic begins, I spend a lot of time making sure they are perfect (as perfect as I can get them) and when I have finished I only see a girl in the mirror. I don’t have my wig on at this point and in most cases I am only wearing a pair of boxers but I can feel the magic begin.

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When does the magic end, it ends during the deconstruction of the feminine me when I remove my wig. The deconstruction is performed in front of a full-length mirror, as I peel off each layer I can only see the girly me in the mirror, eventually I am standing in just my wig a gaff and makeup but the reflection is still a girl.  The spell is finally broken when I remove the wig, with this final act of deconstruction the reflection immediately becomes a man.

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If I remove my  wig at the start of the deconstruction the magic ends, no matter how gorgeous and feminine the clothes I am wearing are, without the wig I become a man in a dress and a silly looking man at that.

So, it begins with the lips and ends with the wig, but what happens in between is pure magic.

 

Who’s a Lucky Girl then?

 

I am such a lucky girl let me explain why.

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My wife works in the duty-free shop of our countries main international airport.  She is   a BA specializing in perfumes and beauty products. Every year her company provides staff with $1000 with which to purchase perfumes and cosmetics at heavily discounted prices. The other evening, I helped my wife make her selections for this year (the order form is spreadsheet based and I have to drive it for her). My wife as usual selected her favorite perfumes and a little make up, I was allowed to add a few things to the list.  When she had finished the total spend was only $820,

“Well.”  she said “you can spend the rest on whatever you want.”

Oh, what a lucky girl I am.

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I didn’t need any further encouragement, I added lots of lippy, foundation and eye shadow to the list, the prices were incredible low so I have probably bought enough lippy to last a lifetime.   I have to admit that I was a little sneaky in that as I was setting up the spreadsheet I had a quick look at what was on offer and added a few things to the list before my wife came into the room, so some of the original $820 was for me as well.

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I cannot wait for the big box of goodies to arrive

 

It’s been a while

01/02/2018

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.

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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).

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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

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I was never a boy scout

 

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Now you might think that the title of this post is a little weird considering the subject matter is crossdressing but in my home country the motto of the boy scout organisation is “Be prepared” well today I was not a good boy scout because I was not prepared for what was to unfold.

I had  bought a lovely pair of over the knee boots on line which had  arrived over a week ago so I was desperate to wear them.  Christmas and New year was fast approaching so today was probably the last opportunity before the new year to wear them. I could not contemplate waiting another two weeks so I was determined that  today was for Trixy time with my new boots.

What has this got to do with boy scouts I hear you ask  hold on I am getting there.

Down here in the southern hemisphere the school summer holidays have just begun. My daughter, who lives a few minutes away, looks after a few kids during the holidays.  She usually brings them over for a swim in our pool after lunch.  based upon past behavior I  thought that I could squeeze in a couple of hours of Trixy time before she arrived.

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Thigh High boots Fantasy bucket list Tick

Everything was going smoothly, I dropped the wife at work as usual and on returning home proceeded to become Trixy.  I was upstairs in my den approximately  10 minutes into the photo shoot when I heard the voice of my granddaughter outside the house, I peeked out of the window and to my horror saw not only my granddaughter but all of my daughter’s charges coming down the driveway in their togs, obviously coming for a swim.

Well to say I panicked would be an understatement   I was trapped upstairs with my daughter and a hoard of kids outside, luckily all the doors were locked and my daughter doesn’t have a spare key.

I had a decision to make do I make a dash down the stairs to the relative safety of the bedroom, risking discovery on the way or wait it out upstairs, knowing that the kids would be around for a couple of hours then leave.  The biggest danger was from my daughter calling me to let her into the house, she could see that I was home as my car was in the drive.

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Thigh High boots and Leggings Fantasy Bucket list tick

I know what about the boy scouts, I am nearly there.

In the past during Trixy time I would have a emergency kit of  makeup remover etc  so that I could quickly remove my makeup if disturbed so like a good boy scout I was prepared.

Well today I was a bad boy scout, I did not have my emergency kit so I wasn’t prepared for the situation that I found myself in.

Fortunately, there is a bathroom adjacent to my den so if required I could remove most of the makeup before I made my dash downstairs but my finger nails were a lovely plum colour and the nail polish remover was in the bedroom downstairs.

When my heart rate returned to somewhere near normal I decided that I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity for Trixy time and continued with the photoshoot. (Photoshoot sounds so glamorous it is just me taking a load of pictures with a tripod and a self-timing camera)

So, with one ear listening to the kids in the pool and the other waiting for my phone to ring I continued with the picture taking and the accompanying wardrobe changes.

I also made a few videos in which I explained my dilemma and trying to look relaxed.

After about 60 mins my phone rang it was my daughter I didn’t answer it but decided it was time to make that dash.  Luckily my son’s bedroom is on the first floor and after removing all the girly stuff corset boobs etc I borrowed a t-shirt and a pair of track pants from my son’s room, scrubbed my face almost clean of makeup, stuffed my hand in the pockets and slipped down the stairs into the safety of the bedroom. I re-emerged a few minutes later with clean nails and after a quick shower all traces of Trixy were gone.

I decided not to go outside and talk to my daughter as I didn’t want to explain the missed call, so I made a bit of lunch and returned to the den to start the day’s work.

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Well, today was the closed I have come to being discovered, but for that short time when I was posing for pics with the threat of discovery hanging over me, my heart pounding, my throat dry, I felt fantastic, although I don’t think I want to experience anything like that again.

 

Hugs Trixy

19th December 2017

Weak at the knees

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Today was a Trixy day I was at the early stage of the transformation, (I had almost completed the foundation), when a courier arrived. I quickly put on shorts and T-shirt and went to the door to pick up my goodies. The courier driver was still sitting in his van in the driveway he gave me a friendly smile and a thumbs up, I return his greeting and retired indoors to open my booty.   It was only as I walked past the mirror in the bed room that I realised that my face was covered in light coloured foundation I am not sure if the driver noticed OOPPS

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Any who all the outfits that I had selected for the day were tossed aside, when I discovered that the parcel was from Lindy Bop and contained two new dresses, I unpacked them and they looked even more beautiful than on the website.

I continued with my transformation barely able to contain my excitement (so to speak) finally all was complete and I stood in front of the mirror in my new dress, what I saw took my breath away, all I could see was a beautiful girl (I know I am too modest) in a beautiful dress.

I honestly went weak at the knees, and it took me a few minutes to regain my composure.  The boy side of me was gone completely subsumed by the girl looking back at me I think it was this that gave me such a shock.

I have discussed this topic before in a previous post but I was stunned to see nothing but a girl looking back at me from the mirror.   I thought I knew where I sat on the transgender spectrum but that was until I looked in the mirror today, what I saw caused me to reassess that position.

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Well after a wonderful day posing in my new dresses I have had time to reflect and I have concluded that I am still just a man in a dress. Yes, I would love to spend more time as Trixy, yes, I would like to spend time out and about as Trixy but living as a woman 24/7 that must be a big fat (well size 16) NO!

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Working from Home

Working from Home 

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I work from home and only have to go into the office for meetings on average once a month, so  sometimes I can combine business with pleasure, yesterday was one of those days.  I dropped the wife at work as is usual on my none golfing days and returned home to start my working day. I knew I would have to put in a solid eight hours of work to meet a deadline but first a girl needs to dress appropriately for the office. I chose a classic black pencil skirt, white top nude, hose and black heels.

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I had to review a complex contract and produce a costing estimate (yawn, yawn I know) which involved a lot of typing, I do love the sight of my painted nails as they flash around the keyboard. I did not complete the task before it was time to return to boy mode but I did take some time out for a few pics all  in all it was a very satisfying day. There is something to be said for working in the real world while dressed as my hidden alter ego. Then there are the conference calls (without video of course) when I have discussions with colleagues from around the world dressed as Trixy it is such a rush  and it brings to mind the words from the song

“If my friends could see me now”

Love Trixy

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