A big week this week. Dee’s away with work and I’ll have three days all to myself, so plenty of Julia time. Tomorrow I plan to go the furthest afield I’ve ever been in Julia mode, back to a town I was brought up in.

It’s the biggest place I’ll have visited all booted up.

Dare I walk past my old house as Julia? I do hope so.

If that goes well and I don’t get too many adverse comments or looks (and if various other plans fall into place) then I’ll be packing my suitcase for a whole weekend in London. Now the idea isn’t to spend the whole time flitting around in skirts. I’ve got other things to do in bloke mode (including possibly seeing the new Shawshank Redemption stage show) but I really fancy the idea of seeing if I’m actually brave enough to step out in a city of millions, maybe browse around a few shops and have a glass of wine (Dutch courage required!) somewhere.

The simple fact that no-one knows me there help quell the fear . . . a little bit. I’ll be based around the Camden area and I know that’s a sometime haunt of fellow tranny and top blogger Helena Love, so I’ll be keeping an eye out for her just to say ‘Hi’. That would be cool. I’m hoping that Camden will be boho enough to accept/tolerate/humour a man in a skirt, high heels and lipstick.

Of course this may all be a pipe dream and I’ll simply bottle it but you never know. Fingers crossed . . .

Looking forward to dressing up tomorrow morning. I invested in a rather sexy black 36C body shaper with silicon inserts a few days back at Peacocks and with a little nipping and tucking down below plus my DIY butt boosters have achieved my most feminine form yet. I popped a little dress on and, if you don’t mind me saying so my bust looked bloody gorgeous – couldn’t take my eyes off them!

More tomorrow . . .

A bit Blue Peter this, but I’m here to extol the virtues of recycling. A bra which I ‘broke’ a couple of weeks back is enjoying a new lease of life . . . as ‘butt pads’ to give me a more feminine bum! All the strapping has been cut off and the padded cups sit inside my knickers and do the job perfectly (and to think I was going to spend £40 on some butt enhancers I saw on the internet).

I’ve just come back from a Julia shopping trip to test them out. I went to a small jewellery shop at a craft centre I’ve visited previously and bought my first earrings – the screw on type. They are three dangly hearts, all sparkly, blue and girlie and they look great on. Wasn’t aware of any strange looks from anyone there and the mature gent who served me was very nice and didn’t flinch!

This was also a test run for a solo trip down to London in a couple of weeks, where I’m determined to hit the street and shops in full Julia mode. On the basis that no-one there knows me I just think, what the hell, it’ll be scary as anything but what a thrill. Today I dressed quite conservatively, bu my screaming inner tranny is insisting on wearing my denim  mini skirt (and I do mean mini) in London. Wearing it now with my black boots.

One more test run next week when I’ll dress up and spend the morning at a small Midlands town I used to live in.

Keep watching this space.

Julia x

It’s been very quiet at work, my boss has kindly sent me home early and it’s a lovely, warm sunny day.

So do I:

a) Soak up the sun in the garden?

b) Soak up the sun in a beer garden?

c) Rush home, do my best eye make-up yet and prance around in super-high heels,  stockings and leopard print dress?

Thanks boss!  

Three months since my last blog? Wow!

Well,  did wonder if Julia wold ever come back to be honest. I never did make it to the town of my childhood. Didn’t chicken out . . . circumstances just wouldn’t allow it. And then summer comes and I can’t go out as Julia. Would love to – would love to completely de-fuzz and go out bare legged or in the sheerest of stockings. It’s a crying shame as I adore the ultra strappy, high shoes that are all the fashion. Oh well.

The thing with not being able to go out is that I find it then dims my tranny appetite. I just haven’t cared to dress up at all . . . well, from three months ago.

And then  this week it sarted to cme back out of nowhere. A few moments in ankle boots and dress here and there. Yes, I still want this.

So payday comes and I make a few purchases. A new bra (38B and looking magnificently buxom, since you ask!), some totally irresistible, leopard print. high-heel. cork platform sandals from Peacocks (just £9 in the sale) and a thoroughly tarty and unsuitable strappy, leopard print mini dress in the British Heart Foundation shop (£4.50 but I rounded it up to £5).

Just finished my first make-up session in three months. Eyes, not brill. But the best, fullest, poutiest lips I’ve ever managed. Wearing my new dress and sandals, suspender belt (bloody expensive but beautiful and a treat after I ‘came out’ to Dee) stockings and flimsy knickers. Peering through long black wig and typing with difficulty in plum red false nails . . . but feel utterly wonderful.

This is my last dress up chance this month. Off on holiday soon. Then it’s a long wait for the days to turn chillier and I can think about treating myself to a long sleeve, high neck dress, some new boots (you can never have too many)  and a trip into the outside world again.

Oh, and Dee says The Rocky Horror Show is coming to town and a friends wants us to go. Would LOVE to do that, I could go completely OTT. Just two things – Dee still hasn’t seen me in full ‘mode a la Julia’ . . . and I would INSIST on going completely hairless from neck to toe. If I’m going out in stockings, my legs (and they are very nice, shapely legs in stockings) have to look their best and that means I  have to be a total smoothy.

I suppose that’s it again for a while. Nice to be back in the trannyverse though.

Till the next time,

Jules xx

Had myself a two-hour Julia-time treat a couple of weeks ago that I haven’t got round to blogging until now (it’s 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep).

All happened after I spotted a size 14 yet tiny, distressed denim mini skirt in New Look. £20. Bought.

It fits like a dream (although I tend to need size 16 for dresses), so it was off into the Derbyshire countryside to change and strut down an empty country lane, the look completed by a black high neck sweater, big black and silver belt, flowery necklace, handbag and and 4″ stiletto boots. Who cares if it’s a bit OTT – I wanna be glam and practise walking with a wiggle!

On a budget so no forms . . . I stuff my black, lacy bra with socks and pad my knickers with, er more knickers to give myself an ass of note.

An excellent make-up session and long black wig looking good, so I decide to brave some populated streets. I drive through a town I don’t remember the name of and stop in a quiet street to pop my bag full of ‘Bob’ clothes into the boot. Sun’s out, I feel great. GG with a gorgeous bum walks by but barely registers me, although elderly fella in a bungalow does a double take.

Back in the car and I arrive at Sudbury, a little village with a shop a pub and a National Trust hall. I’ve been here before, on one of my first ever tips out and it’s a pretty safe bet for strutting but not getting bothered. Park up in the village car park, pop on black, leather opera gloves (like I say, OTT but I’m up for it and my furry hands wouldn’t pass muster) and off into the fresh air.

I feel bloody wonderful! Try walking like a model, you know as if on a straight, painted white line, one high-heeled foot in front of the other, throw my  arm out and wiggle my ass a little. Peer in a shop window and then decide to brave the grounds of the country hall. But there’s a 20-something bloke hanging around the entrance and that dashes my courage somewhat. Decide to turn round and visit that shop instead.

The steps up into the shop take some negotiating in those heels and the place falls silent as I walk in. But no bother from the three folks inside. Spend a couple of minutes ‘looking at  greetings cards’ and then exit. Steps even harder on the way down.

Strut back to the car, head held high and on the journey back stop to read the notices at a nearby post office but arrival of white van man sees me scurrying for the safety of my car and home. A great afternoon out though, although my necklace gets caught up in my wig as I de-tranify and snaps. Drat! The wig loses a few strands too but should survive. If not, a good excuse to try a blonde one perhaps?

Since then have tried on a couple of blonde wigs at a shop in Wolverhampton but it doesn’t seem to suit – brunette for me I guess (although I’d like to try Dana Scully red sometime). Went to a size 16-plus shop and bought an off the shoulder, long sleeve, grey mini-dress, another black belt and some wet-look leggings which are wonderful.

I plan another outing next week and, possibly to a town I was brought up in. A perverse challenge, I guess although I don’t expect there’s anyone there who remembers me. I might even strut past our old house.

To complete the look there’ll be a Primark visit for a new pair of opaque control tights, cleavage enhancers (no more socks!) and a new necklace. Then, inspired by the ultra-glossy lips of a rather glamorous GG colleague, off to Superdrug for some dual layer, ultra gloss lipstick.

So, if you’re see an OTT, 6ft tall brunette strutting the streets of a certain Staffordshire town in a tiny denim mini, wet-look leggings, black top and black boots, and with the deepest, glossiest lips ever, say ‘Hi Julia’.

I’ll either say ‘Hi’ back . . . or scarper!