Articles Vol3 Iss2

BIRTHDAY GIRL - JESSICA

Hi Girls and all,

I am Jessica and I have got the misfortune of being born in June, on the 11th actually (typically Gemini), so Sophie asked me to be June's Birthday Girl. I said yes but then she said I had to write a piece about myself. OOPS I thought I'm no writer and probably not that interesting in any case. But I said yes so here goes.

My actual age is umpy one years (guess) but people say I look years younger, are they just being nice? I wonder. Most birthday girls, I hear, tell about their history as a cross dresser and I suppose my story will be much the same so I will try to say something a bit different.

In my medical report the doctor said I have long standing gender dysphoria with childhood femininity which means I am labelled as a transsexual (yuck what a label) In reality I am just a girl. People say I am a woman trapped inside a mans body. I have never felt that way but feel as though I am a woman with a body that has been disfigured with the male hormones. I am now luckily in the position to do something about it so I shall be having the op to change my outside to match my inside and correct the effects of time.

I work as a private hire taxi driver with my own business and for about the last 8 years I have lived in an androgynous state wearing ladies clothes (but trousers, not skirts, and my world famous shoes, another story) and more than half the people I met thought I was a woman. Last January I put my old image away and now live totally as Jessica, always skirts and mostly happy. Luckily all my family and friends have accepted me, and my customers take me as the girl I am.

As you will appreciate (we are all in the same boat) so many things have happened to me in my life, some good some bad, so I will relate just one.

Going back a few years to September in 19XX(nearly gave the game away there, shall we say a long time ago) on I think a Thursday morning my mum got me out of bed and dressed me in my new school uniform. Short grey trousers, long grey socks, and a grey shirt with a tie. It was a grey time. Things needed to be grey in those days for they had to last all week and be washed on Saturday ready for the following Monday. I had never worn anything like this before.

Explaining that I was off to school I toddled off with her and took my little rag doll under my arm I was so excited but had no idea of what was yet to come. We walked into the playground and were surrounded by lots and lots of other children.

Mrs Stokes (she was really a lovely lady) came out and spoke to us all and said we were to spend the day with her and mummy would be coming back soon. So with tears in her eyes matching the tears in mine mummy left. The teacher called us into the room and talked to us. She beckoned me forward and lovingly asked me my name. 'Bernard' I said, almost in a whisper, and she asked me for my dolly. She said 'Bernard dear, boys don't have dollies' so I started to cry and she then added 'Boys don't cry'.

Oh Dear. Jessica

The law according to Sod. - By Millie

It is Sods universal law that the very first time you venture forth under the unnerving and penetrating gaze of Joe public clad in your carefully thought-out and meticulously prepared feminine self, anything that can possibly happen to interrupt or impede your planned progress will. I kid you not; it is a law of life. I well recall my first venture out in bright morning sun the day after deciding to go "full-time". Walking from home to the local shops and supermarket, a journey of fifteen minutes or so, along a very busy main road, I was asked for directions no less than three times, the last from the driver of a huge Spanish registered sixteen wheeled artic fresh off the ferry from Poole, who in Spa-glish needed pointing in the direction of the local trading estate ( no doubt, upon reflection, to offload his quota of immigrants! ) And he, in true Latin fashion, had pulled his truck across three lanes of traffic, completely blocking the road in order to speak with me. Now I know I'm beautiful and have a magnetic personality, but that was going a bit to extreme. Seriously though, on your first few solo integration trips out into the wide world, do be prepared for all foreseeable eventualities both mentally and physical. it is not simply clothes and good make-up that indicate you are a girl, but the thousand and one other things, including speech, which comes under the all-reaching and encompassing heading of body language. Practice and perfect these and you'll pass no trouble at all. And by the pass, I mean being able to move about within everyday life being accepted and perceived by all, to be a woman.

But assuming that liked me, you to wish to be able to move in the real world with all the acceptance that you are a true femme, sooner or later you will need to cross a busy road at speed to avoid looming the Dunlops. The trick here, as in so many aspects of being femme, is when running, keep the inside of the knees pressed hard together the feet should swing not for and aft, but in an arc to the side. Hands and lower arms are set out 450 to maintain balance. And it is balance required not only to offset motion of the feet, but also and most importantly, to stabilise swinging motion of the breasts and upper body.

Sitting and rising from the sitting position. Again two simple rules:

1. Always keep your inside knees pressed tight together specially when standing up.
2. Never use your hands to push yourself up, this is a male trait and a big give-away, momentum must come from and only from thigh muscles.

Do write to the editor of Cameo with your view.

Love to all.

Millie.