Being Julia

{July 8, 2009}   Spot On

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


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