How do you tell your new gf that you’re tg? November 12, 2010

I seem to have found myself suddenly going out with a girl.

This in itself is not a problem. I like girls. Girls are nice. However at the time we got together she didn’t have the foggiest idea about who I was deep down.

I recently met this girl in church (yes, I appreciate how strange that may sound coming from a self-confessed tg bondage kitten but I shall save that discussion for another day) and we started hanging out. We had a lot of shared interest, although I’m fairly confident that I at least have some interest that she perhaps does not share. I started hanging out at her flat and cooked her a few meals, afterwards curling up on her couch and watching some films by one of my favourite Japanese directors, Hayao Miyazaki, who she also loves.

Anyway, one thing led to another and we kissed.

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this. Like I said, I like girls. But could she like me if she knew me? Should I tell her or should I try and hide those things?

I’m generally an open and honest person. In face, if I was not back living in the town where I’d grown up I’d probably be more open about my alternative interests. When I lived in Japan all my closest friends knew I was TG and thats the way I liked it. However, being back home and around parents and old friends things were never so easy.

I found myself wondering if I should ignore this girl or not return her calls so that we would actually go out and I could carry on as before. The only problem is I found it was me who was texting her and popping over. I knew however that we could not go out unless I told her who I really was.

Now I said she was a Christian, but like me I think she’s at a point where we figure there is a God probably, and people in church are nice, but the two facts might not neccesarily be related. I guess you could say we’re both pretty liberal about our faiths. I figured that I would start small and work up. If I scared her off before I told her I was TG so be it.

Perhaps a little forwardly then, one of the first question I asked her when we were out on a romantic moonlit walk by the river was her thoughts on sex before marriage. Most of our Christian friends shun the idea of sex before marriage but I’ve always thought sex should be fun and if you save it for the person you’re meant to settle down with for life then you’re not getting the most out of what is surly a God-given gift? She revealed that she had in fact had sex – although it was before she became a Christian, but seemed quite happy with my idea that sex should be enjoyed. She felt it should be more savoured as a special occasion then a casual occourence which I could agree with.

With a sigh of relief I said that was one down – implying that there was more to follow. I quickly explained that I like her – I thought she was great – however I wasn’t sure if we’d known each other long enough to be really going out and didn’t want to rush into anything before she knew some things about me. If she didn’t like what she heard I was prepared to cut my losses and run, but there was no way I was going to hide too many secrets. That kind of approach has ways of coming back to bite you.

So I pressed on. If she wasn’t phased by the fact I’d had sex she might not be worried that I was effectively bi. I told her I didn’t believe in sexuality and had been with guys. She actually thought this was cute and asked if I’d had a boy friend! I think my ideas about gender and sexuality being social constructs appeal to many people so I was able to expand on this by telling her I didn’t believe gender was fixed either and this, of course, resulted in me revealing that I was transgender.

Again she took it well. As I look back now, I can’t for the life of me remember what she said exactly, so relieved was I that she didn’t reject me. She certainly wasn’t “yay my boyfriend is tg” but she did like the idea that we could now share clothes.

It’s still early days. I don’t want to make out that it’s all done and dusted and she’s accepted me with no qualms. We’ve still not know each other long and although I’ve told her I’m tg she’s no idea what I look like as a girl so the next step perhaps is to show her a photo and ideally some time soon have her over to my place to see me dressed in the flesh.

But it’s a good start. The beginning of the relationship is certainly the best place to mention the fact that you’re tg if you get half an oppertunity. So yeah, watch this space I guess.

Can You Be Fooled? Test Your Power Of Deduction: Man Or Woman? October 16, 2010

I recently came across a link to an article called

Can You Be Fooled? Test Your Power Of Deduction: Man Or Woman?

I decided to take a look as I thought it would be interesting to see if they had some convincing girly boys who had got the power of female illusion down to a t.

I was a little disappointed then to discover that the article showed 14 pictures of attractive women, all (bar one) flaunting the breasts and looking down right gorgeous. At the end the article revealed that only four were “not Trannys”.

While this was a little disappointing it was sadly not all together surprising that the person who wrote the article worked from the equation transexual=tranny=male. I felt I should say something so made a comment asking him if calling the article “Spot the ts” might not have been better than “spot the man” because as far as I could see there was possibly only one person on there who hadn’t been on hormones.

To me it seems not only intolerent and somewhat backwards, but also a little lazy. If he had really wanted to “Test Your Power Of Deduction” surly he could have found pictures of convincing cross dressers who, while transgender, might still be classed as a “man”. (me being one).

Anyway, I aired my thoughts and I hope he’ll get back to me. It’s easy to talk that way if you don’t know anyone who is transgendered but hopefully the write will be open to educating himself as opposed to content to perpetuate bigoted cliches.

Latest Adventures October 10, 2010

It’s been a little over a month since my last post so I guess the headline news is that I am now the proud owner of a tiny little flat! The place is small, the rent is astronomical but it’s mine, all mine!

I’m just an mile and a half down the road from my ‘rents so I guess some people (who don’t know I’m a tgirl) might wonder what is the point of me moving out when I could live at home and save some money. While this does make sense on one level I am *so* glad to have my own space! Not only because I can dress up, much around and have fun at home but because I can come and go as I please without having to answer to anyone.

Don’t get me wrong, my parents weren’t giving me the Spanish Inquisition every time I stepped out of the door but I didn’t feel I could just go out with no explanation as it looked very suspicious. I am, as ever, close to my parents, but now there is a bit of distance which gives *a lot* more freedom.

I’ve been making the most of this new found flexibility and taking pretty much every chance I can to get out and about. Last Sunday I went to the Llandudno  munch and got to meet a few new people as well as experience a different setting as a girl. The only way I’ll ever get confident about being a girl out and about (assuming that’s what I want) is be building up the experience.

I’m getting more confident about going out although I still have a long way to go. One of my closest tgirl friends invited me for a drink during the week in Manchester. We’d not met before so I was a little shy about her seeing me in drab for the first time but there is no way I’m hopping on a train by myself – at least not just yet.

I could, and probably will, write a whole post about meeting Melissa. We talked about so many t-related topics and she is a case study in herself of a successful and gorgeous TS. It is a sad fact that in the world we live in there are far too many tgirl who seem messed up in one way or another that it’s lovely to meet one who is living her life fully.

I can only aspire to be like that, but for now I know I have to take baby-steps to build my confidence. The local munch is planning their Christmas meal and as it’s going to be in my little town at first I said that I wasn’t able to go. The fear of being in a closed environment and being told as a tgirl petrifies me, especially when the person telling me could be someone I know! But six (my wonderful subbie mummy) has persuaded me that it’ll be an important step and that they’ll be enough people with my to make sure that no harm comes to me – at least not before the after party!

With these small steps in mind I did some shopping in Manchester yesterday, only the second time I’ve taken a train to get somewhere dressed and my first time buying something at a till in a main stream shop! (I had previously bought a wig dressed but that’s a little different as there is no way I can buy a wig without admitting I’m a tgirl.)

Six came with me (or I came with six) and we prowled around Primark finding filling a basket full of cute stuff. I bought three new pairs of shoes (some ugg-style boots, some ballet flats and a pair of girl trainers) a really cute skirt with ribbons and a bow, a matching top and some legging to go with them. I bought everything at the till and the girl didn’t bat an eye. Whether she knew or not is another question.

I think I generally pass reasonably well and considering I was hiding under a hat and wearing a coat and scarf it would perhaps be difficult to tell in passing. I know a few people at least did tell me, and each time I realised it was a difficult blow to take. Both times I think it was my voice that gave me away so perhaps if I keep my mouth shut no one would notice?

The first time we passed a couple on the street. I was talking away to six and as the passed I could her the guy whispering (quite loudly) to his girlfriend “that’s a guy, that’s a guy, that’s a guy, that’s a guy.” The second time was in Primark when I was again talking to six about some legging and I noticed some girls aged about twelve or thirteen just standing there laughing and whispering. I wish I’d been brave enough to have smiled at them but I just blushed and hid further under my hat.

Still, these things happen and it’s a measure of yourself how you deal with them. I was actually shocked when talking with Melissa that dispite being post-op, living and working full time as a girl and being down right gorgeous she always feels as if people are talking about her and can tell. I’m sure in her case they can’t but perhaps half of the people I think are telling me are not? I know I have to try and build my confidence but it is a little bit of a set back to know that it is such a challenge.

Please make comments on this post if you have had similar experiences or would like to share your own thoughts. I’d love to hear from you.

My First WordPress Post July 4, 2010

Hello and welcome to my blog! Or this latest incarnation of it at the very least. My name is Aimee Piper and I’m an amateur blogger, photographer and model with interest on the BDSM and TG scenes. I do realise that is a bit of a claim, but I did make sure to insert the word ‘amateur’ so that that nobody will accuse me of getting ahead of myself just yet. The goal however is to build on what experiences I have and expand my portfolio to hopefully find myself a nice little niche on the blog sphere.

This is not my first blog however and for the past two years or so I have been maintaining a blog on a rival site. However I have heard good things about WordPress and it seems to have more customable options as well as linking up well with Twitter, Facebook and other social media programmes so I thought that I would give it a look. For the time being I will run the two blogs side by side until whenever I get board and then I’ll be forced to choose between the two. If you would like to catch up with my blog back catalogue then please check it out here.

<p style=”text-align=”Justify”;”>Hello and welcome to my blog! Or this latest incarnation of it at the very least. My name is Aimee Piper and I’m an amature blogger, photographer and model with interest on the BDSM and TG scenes. Now, I do realise that is quite a claim, but I did make sure to insert the word ‘amature’ that that no body will accuse me of getting ahead of myself too much too soon. The goal is however to build on what experiences I have and expand my portfolio to howfully find my neice on the blog sphere.</p>