Well, this was going to be a [Fashion] level post but you’ll understand why it went a bit [NSFW] as we get into the kinky details of this particular frock. Reason I’m doing it now is that it’s finally back on sale, in blue, yellow or green, from the utterly brilliant Lindy Bop site so… Continue reading [NSFW] A Frock’s Tale (3) – Bonnie

I am seriously hormonal at the moment, which is odd given the fact I don’t have ovaries and to date in my life the only issues with hormones I had was kinda growing boobs for a little bit during puberty, but at the moment I feel…..odd. If you’ve been reading my posts you would have noticed a… Continue reading [NSFW] Frequently Asked Quirks

Hello again, sweeties. As promised, more of a femm-y post this time, less of the Gothic meanderings of him and more of her gushy, giggly fashionista thoughts. But first, decided to start labelling the blog entries. I’m aware that some people just want to hear about the fabric of the frocks, how it shimmers and… Continue reading [Fashion] It’s a matter of style..

Yeah, so it’s been a while since the last post. Apologies for that, I managed to hit the proverbial wall and have been fighting that most dreaded of gurl-effects, the ‘cycle’. I’ve talked about it before – that roller-coaster ride that only a t-gurl can appreciate. One day you’re on top of the world, everything… Continue reading I’m not dead! Just riding the ‘cycle.

This post could be hard to write – not because I don’t have a lot to say about this delicious dress, but constantly seeing her and her cheesecake pose in the featured image gives me thoughts that distract me from writing and, err, may require me to go ‘deal with it’. So if the tone… Continue reading A Frock’s Tale (2) – Kitty

Ack, two days since the session and I’m all over the place emotionally. Still on a high but, courtesy of worrying about the session in advance (the logistics, not the frockage) and the issues with the trains, which resulted in me spending three hours not sleeping in a hotel before walking across London at 3:00am,… Continue reading Basking in the Aftershock

Another session finished. Three words that cannot hope to contain just how much bloody fun that was. The agony? Courtesy of the storms and the fact that railway infrastructure in the UK is, well, kind of sh*te to put it mildly, I find myself stuck in London, shaven, still with traces of make-up and nail… Continue reading The Ecstasy and Agony. Gush and Crash.

Yeah, I’ve been quiet lately. Been working on some work-related stuff, plus a funeral and related not-my-family soap-opera behaviours, and I’ve been constantly busy and, to be honest, bloody hot. I don’t like the heat and sadly it looks like the green and pleasant land I call my home is getting yellow and toasted. In… Continue reading Lions and tigers and stress, oh my…

So, I started this blog to talk about fashion and, err, kind of went off on an interesting tangent and turned it into a cathartic free shrink’s couch. And while those posts are both fun and immensely gratifying, let’s stray back into retro-frock analysis for a bit. With these blog posts I’m going to pick… Continue reading A Frock’s Tale (1) -Francine

Let’s talk about the elephant in the room. You know, the one sat over in the far corner, winking, waving the packet of condoms and licking his lips. Yeah, that one. I’m going to come at this blogpost, if you’ll pardon the expression, from two angles – the first is as a dispassionate observer of… Continue reading So, just how unhealthy is self-abuse?