See me in an edition of X-Dresser Hardcore Magazine.
Sorry boys, not interested in hairy men at all, ever, forget it, OK?
I'm 50, very tall, slim, blue eyes usually blonde and oh well, look at my pics and decide for yourself!
So, what's my story?
5th May 2004, that's when Amanda, as we know her, was born.
A visit to Transformation for a very expensive and barely adequate makeover, but as I checked in I was asked what my fem name was and Amanda popped into my head.
She popped into my head in more ways than one, taking an occasional desire onto the road to becoming an obsession.
I first encountered the joys of dressing at an early age when I asked an older female cousin to 'dress me up like a girl', put it away, no sexy story here I was about 7 or 8 and very curious, in clothes that is.
I used to stay at my aunties every Saturday, but would stay in while she went to the shops so I could put on her underwear and best of all, tights.
This was an occasional thing until later in my mid teens when I found myself home alone most Saturdays. My sister lived overseas and had left a wardrobe full of clothes and a drawer full of makeup.
I would dress to my heart's content and finish off with many wanks in front of the mirror. I was a teenager, there's always another wank!
This lapsed when I got other interests and friends that occupied my Saturdays.
When I started college I discovered Transformation, then a new shop in Manchester (it's still got the same stock now!)
What they did have then was Stephanie doing massage in the basement, I was quite nervous when she offered 'extras', but it was very pleasant indeed.
Then I read in the Daily Mirror a scandal about a hotel in Oldham where men would dress up in skirts. It wasn't hard to find, did they know their exposee was free advertising?
There in a grand old house Kelly dress me up so nicely, and I got to spend time with several equally shy t-girls. I was wearing such an elegant black dress, I spent most of my time going up and downstairs so I could see myself in the big mirror.
I couldn't afford to go there much, but I have visited Kelly in her new flat in Manchester over the years and been treated so well.
Those were the days of the contact mag, weren't they terrible?
I met a couple of girls through those, an old dear who wasn't into sex (she had me in my prime in her flat, but no)
A 'mature' pre-op in Accrington, who introduced me to the shrunken cock and couldn't inspire me to hardness, however hard she tried.
And strangely enough a pre-op f-m! Who was such a lovely person I found myself having sex with him a couple of times, and phone sex while I was dressed many times!
But no pretty t-girls and no relationships.
I did find a couple of gay sauna parlours, where I got sucked a little, and found myself watching a terific session in a steam room, but realising that while the situation was a thrill, I just don't like men, the smell the shape, the hair, except for one thing,
cocks, they are just so lovely, such a pity that girls don't have them...
So g-girls would lead me back to the conventional world, until the internet came along ...
And my obsession grew, I realised I loved girls with cocks and most of all I loved being one.
Yahoo chat got me started, I know it's poor and you get pestered to death, but sitting in a nice skirt and tights on webcam was a joy!
But like all good things it had it's bad side, namely, getting pestered by arseholes.
Then along came TV Chix, with such a low arsehole quotient as to be negligible.
So many gorgeous girls, a few not so gorgeous, on the outside though. But most of all, what respectfull admirers reside here. It was so horrible on Yahoo when you had to block so many idiots who wouldn't take no for an answer.
Now I have made some friends here, still trying to arrange that lovely meet, but always hopeful. I don't think I will be going out dressed, but I'm happy with that, so please don't get cross with me about it, will you girls?
to be continued ...