I’d decided last month, after some mild prompting by Mrs L, to introduce my sis, who was in the country for 10 day vacation, to the younger sister she never had. We were having a coffee in the supermarket after shopping, when I broached the issue, and pulled out my avatar photo from my wallet. Well, you just couldn’t have scripted the reaction! After I made my admission, my sis told me that in her country, she knew people on the tv/ts scene, and made her own admission to me, as to how that came about!
We had planned to spend 5 days in London doing the tourist trail, as we hadn’t done this since we were teens. Well after one full day of heavy sight-seeing in the capital, the plans were changed somewhat. On our first night there, 2 sisters could be seen arm in arm walking along the Embankment, looking for Blackfriars Pier, as I’d already booked places in advance for the Rose’s boat trip on Saturday. Then the following day, it was a full-on shopping day at Bluewater for 7 hours, again for 2 sisters. Seemed to spend forever in John Lewis (trying on strapless bra’s for example!) trying on Jigsaw and Hobbs’ dresses. I also never knew Per Una had such a big range. Bluewater was crowded though, which was surprising, as I thought there was a recession on the cards?! It could have been a lot worse though for us! As we walked through the revolving door at John Lewis at 10 am, it suddenly stopped working whilst we were in the middle, and it was like we were stuck in a goldfish bowl! Then the alarm started sounding, and various staff appeared to come and see this tranny with her sister, whilst they physically pushed the door system round so that the 2 trapped girls could escape!
The next day we visited Hay’s Galleria, and strolled along the embankment, did some shopping, and took loads of pictures. I approached a group of girls in Starbucks where we were having lunch, to ask for local directions, and they were quite cool to talk to. I think I surprised my sis, as I don’t think she expected me to open my mouth to speak to anyone in there!
At 6pm we’d arranged to meet a couple of sis’s friends who were joining us for the Rose’s cruise, for a meal at the Howard Hotel, near to Temple Station, by the Embankment. This was an awesome experience! The staff in there were buzzing around us! Walking through the crowded hotel bar to get through to the restaurant, and having doors opened for us on the way: a very enjoyable and head-turning experience. The loos in there were superb, and I received one or two smiles from other girls in there, as we ‘powdered noses’.
The cruise itself was spectacular; the Thames embankments look very impressive lit up. The company on the boat was great. It was lovely to see Helena Love, working unofficially with her camera, TJ and Dave, Jane, Astrid and San, and other girls who I met for the first time. I'd recommend it for next time, to anyone who hasn't been before.
For the last couple of days, we’d been reminiscing about any giveaway signs I may have left when we were younger, but it seems like most young trannies, I seemed to have successfully covered my tracks in those days. A funny thing is that now it’s also payback time for me, as when we were teens, I used to raid her wardrobe. This week she’s been trying on my clothes!
Wednesday 12 November 2008
Just an addition....
to the diary. These incidents occured in the summertime, and were posted elsewhere, but I thought I'd add them here on the diary...
A funny thing (or 3) happened to me on Saturday…..
1. Walking with a t-girl along ‘Curry Mile’ in south Manchester, on the
way to a cash dispenser about 7.30 pm, we were just chatting as we walked, when walking towards us was a lone Asian guy, in his early 20‘s. Now I rarely look at people close up, as I walk, but was so surprised to hear him say, as we passed each ether, ‘hey transvestite, you are fu****g dead.’ I was shocked to hear that behaviour, but we both kept walking in opposite directions. We wondered afterwards, had we had seen a passing GMP patrol, would we have bothered to report it? I do know that in some areas, a racist remark would end up with a night in the cells. In hindsight, what I would have done is to turn round to him and give him a big ’Wooooo, I’m really scared!’
2. After the meal 6 (4 TS, 2 TV) of us headed into town, to Castlefields, at the south end of Deansgate, so, nowhere near the Village. It was one of the girl’s local pub, so ‘Star Babe ’ (SB, as I’ll call her for what happened later) knew the staff and we were made welcome, in the busy pub, and sat near the front. Well the loo’s were at the back of the pub, ladies on the right, and gents on the left. So when I needed to go, I walked past this table of 4 goons, on the way to the ladies, when I heard someone behind me shout, ‘Wrong one’. So I turned around, ready for a bit of banter, but none of them would look me in the eye. The girl that followed me into the ladies had seen what happened, and inside, she said ‘Don’t worry, have you got any perfume?’ When I asked her why, she said’ So you can spray some in his eye!’ We had a good laugh at that!
On the way out, I looked at them again, but none of them looked up, so I didn’t know who to talk to, so left it at that. Again, in hindsight, my comment should have been, had I known who spoke, ‘And why would you want me to go into the gents, big boy?!’
3. Later on in the pub, we were sat on a long wooden table, having a great chat, when a group of about 4 drunken plo**ers sat on the end, and started to mither us, and just wouldn’t give up. They thought it was a big laugh, and when 1 of them was about to take a photo of us, I told him in no uncertain terms to ‘f*** off’. They were so drunk that how the staff hadn’t spotted them was surprising. Anyway, some time later they got up to go, or that’s what we presumed, when suddenly 1 of them grabbed SB with both arms and forcibly kissed her. After she was able to push him off, she followed up with the best right hook you’ve ever seen, and knocked him in the air straight out of his flip-flops, which stayed on the ground! As he hit the deck, all his loose change fell out of his pockets and rolled all over the floor. At the same time I vaguely recall hearing one of Bernie’s attack alarms being set off in the backgound, and the staff came along and ejected the to**ers. Not sure if this is something that should have been reported, but given the circumstances, that there was retaliation on our part, what’s the opinion? As for SB, she’s now our reigning champ, despite breaking a finger-nail! And to think, nobody thought about playing ‘Eye of the Tiger’ on the jukebox after that!
Afterwards we had a lot of sympathy from the GG’s who were in there, and were very friendly and chatty with us.
So, despite the experiences, it wouldn’t stop me from going to the same places again next week.
A funny thing (or 3) happened to me on Saturday…..
1. Walking with a t-girl along ‘Curry Mile’ in south Manchester, on the
way to a cash dispenser about 7.30 pm, we were just chatting as we walked, when walking towards us was a lone Asian guy, in his early 20‘s. Now I rarely look at people close up, as I walk, but was so surprised to hear him say, as we passed each ether, ‘hey transvestite, you are fu****g dead.’ I was shocked to hear that behaviour, but we both kept walking in opposite directions. We wondered afterwards, had we had seen a passing GMP patrol, would we have bothered to report it? I do know that in some areas, a racist remark would end up with a night in the cells. In hindsight, what I would have done is to turn round to him and give him a big ’Wooooo, I’m really scared!’
2. After the meal 6 (4 TS, 2 TV) of us headed into town, to Castlefields, at the south end of Deansgate, so, nowhere near the Village. It was one of the girl’s local pub, so ‘Star Babe ’ (SB, as I’ll call her for what happened later) knew the staff and we were made welcome, in the busy pub, and sat near the front. Well the loo’s were at the back of the pub, ladies on the right, and gents on the left. So when I needed to go, I walked past this table of 4 goons, on the way to the ladies, when I heard someone behind me shout, ‘Wrong one’. So I turned around, ready for a bit of banter, but none of them would look me in the eye. The girl that followed me into the ladies had seen what happened, and inside, she said ‘Don’t worry, have you got any perfume?’ When I asked her why, she said’ So you can spray some in his eye!’ We had a good laugh at that!
On the way out, I looked at them again, but none of them looked up, so I didn’t know who to talk to, so left it at that. Again, in hindsight, my comment should have been, had I known who spoke, ‘And why would you want me to go into the gents, big boy?!’
3. Later on in the pub, we were sat on a long wooden table, having a great chat, when a group of about 4 drunken plo**ers sat on the end, and started to mither us, and just wouldn’t give up. They thought it was a big laugh, and when 1 of them was about to take a photo of us, I told him in no uncertain terms to ‘f*** off’. They were so drunk that how the staff hadn’t spotted them was surprising. Anyway, some time later they got up to go, or that’s what we presumed, when suddenly 1 of them grabbed SB with both arms and forcibly kissed her. After she was able to push him off, she followed up with the best right hook you’ve ever seen, and knocked him in the air straight out of his flip-flops, which stayed on the ground! As he hit the deck, all his loose change fell out of his pockets and rolled all over the floor. At the same time I vaguely recall hearing one of Bernie’s attack alarms being set off in the backgound, and the staff came along and ejected the to**ers. Not sure if this is something that should have been reported, but given the circumstances, that there was retaliation on our part, what’s the opinion? As for SB, she’s now our reigning champ, despite breaking a finger-nail! And to think, nobody thought about playing ‘Eye of the Tiger’ on the jukebox after that!
Afterwards we had a lot of sympathy from the GG’s who were in there, and were very friendly and chatty with us.
So, despite the experiences, it wouldn’t stop me from going to the same places again next week.
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