Remember me? I said……..
Jaaaaaynie…………… was the reply.
I had obviously made my mark way back when.
Not a bad reaction after 13 years away.
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I loved Jaynie. I loved being Jaynie. She wasn’t me, I think that was the key to it all really. I didn’t love her so much the first time I saw her again after all those years mind you. I ll come back to that.
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So why stop. I’d done all the hard work. I had “Introduced” her to virtually anyone that would listen and even those that didn’t want to listen. Not the best idea in the world looking back. That piece of information in the wrong hands can come back and haunt you time and again. It’s not every day that someone reveals they are a Transvestite is it. Trumps knowing a gay! In the 13 years I was off the Tranny Train, I only dressed once, and that was to go out for reunion. My god I had forgotten how tough it was to walk on concrete in heels. I had a great time as I recall but there was no draw for me to return to the scene, or dress at all in fact. I would still try to meet up at least once a year with some old Tranny chums from the days at the Boudoir London. Most were still dressing and hitting the town and still on the train. Then, about 18 months (about Aug 16) ago I was at a Rubber fetish event In London and got chatting to someone and I brought up that I used to dress. Why used to? they asked. I could only reply that I was far too old and much heavier these days to ever make a comeback. Ridiculous! they said…. For some reason that sowed the seed. A month later I was desperately trying to re discover the secrets of makeup. I failed, I looked awful. I was 2 stone heavier than in my hey day and of course 13 years older. Imagine not looking in the mirror for 13 years. What you will see of course will be a shock. I was older , wiser, but now a plus sizer. I seriously considered giving up and forgetting the wh
ole thing. What a stupid idea to bring back someone who I loved being. I wanted to be the old Jaynie, not be a new one.I just couldn’t walk away. A spark had lit the fuse. I was excited. I wanted to dress. I desperately wanted to dress. So what to do. Obvious really, call Jodie at the Boudoir. If she couldn’t make me look half decent, then no one could. JL HELP!!!!!!!!!
“So Jodie, see what you can do” I said as I sat in front of the mirror at the Boudoir. “I will just say that if I don’t like the result JL it will have no bearing on you”, I told her. If I didn’t like it, I’d walk away for good. “ NO PRESSURE then”, JL said. Neither of us should have worried, the reveal was amazing as usual. A new Jaynie. One I could live with and grow in to. And I have. The skills have come back (well I call them skills others might not !), and a little of the chubbiness disappeared all on its own. Just a little. The bottom line is I am back, and I am out there again. And I Love Jaynie yet again. Who’d have thought.
Circa 2001. Dial Up Internet.What you have to remember here is that I found Jaynie when we were in the early days of accessible Internet, albeit dial up. Eyes were suddenly opened. It wasn’t just me then? There are more of us! Of course there were, no one is that naïve, but don’t be fooled, it was still a small scene. Today, of course the whole world does everything online. I am envious of course. I was 38 before I went out. Today, the scene is full of young beautiful people who all have been lucky enough to have access to social media in all its forms. They are able to come out early should they wish, knowing that there were others out there and places to go, and to live life to its fullest. That was something that was not on the cards in my younger days for sure. The closest I could even come to it was trying to dress all Gothy in private. At least I could try a bit of eye liner and skin tight PVC trousers without my then wife completely disowning me. Of course its not just the young that are reaping the benefit of such awareness of Transgender issues. Aided by the Internet, we hear more and more of transitioning following years hiding who they really are. For me, well I am still an old Tranny. Not sure if that’s politically correct these days, ( the world does appears to have gone completely mad as far as politically correctness is concerned if you ask me).
