Confession time

After I split up from Marina I went through a pretty bad phase. As I mentioned in my last post I go dragged out one evening to a local pub and Marion, another friend, that I had a soft spot for came along too. I got so drunk that I managed to offend her by putting my hands where they shouldn't have gone. I even lifted her skirt slightly, which was the point that she got up and left and I knew that I had gone too far. Fortunately she did forgive me.

Over the next few weeks I managed to get my act together and started getting my life back on track.

I'd decided that I was going to make the most of things and while flicking through a local paper, glanced at the personal ads. One of them leapt out at me. It was for a pre-op TS who was offering massages. I thought about it and rather than phoning from home went and found a phone box. Soon I had an appointment booked for a couple of days later.

I really enjoyed the visit, she got me to lie down with my clothes off and gave me a massage. It was wonderful, especially when she started playing with my sissy clit. During the session I told her about Jenny and she agreed that the next time I came she would dress me and put makeup on me.

I couldn't wait and a week later I returned. She made me up and I slipped in and out of several dresses. It felt absolutely wonderful to be full dressed in front of someone.

Unfortunately it wasn't enough for me. I'd seen adverts for Transformation in London and their Changeaway experience. Within a week I was in London and after a fbrief hesitation entered the shop.

I cannot begin to tell you how different the experience was to the one with the escort. The girls were able to find me an outfit that left me looking like an office girl, the makeup was fantastically done. I couldn't believe it.

For the next four hours I wandered between the upstairs lounge area and the main shop. There were a lot of other customers, some women and some men, a couple of others were even having Changeaways. At one point I remember standing looking at some magazines on a rack when a gentleman in a pin-striped suit came and stood next to me. I glanced at him and he glanced at me, then he smiled. Oh wow, my ego was going through the roof.

Eventually though my time was up and I had to get changed and head home. Before I did though I stocked up on everything that I thought I could possibly need. Beard cover, breastforms, makeup, corset, hip and bum pads. I was like a child in a sweetshop.

On the train home I was so excited and couldn't wait to get to my room and look at my purchases.

There was one drawback to my going to London though. I knew that there was no way that I could visit the escort again.

An opportunity was soon to present itself that would mean that I didn't have to and also that I would have a female to help me begin exploring my femininity. That female would take the shape of Marion about six weeks later.