In the last month

I bought a really nice pair of skin tight pants and now I have to ask my oldest girl if I can wear my own pants. I don't really mind but some days it's been a bit of a fight, as to my stockings, they just seem to disappear. I must admit the girls do look lovely in my clothes and I do love shopping with them, but now I seething with jealousy (it's Ball season, lots of ball dresses, make overs, beautiful hair dos, and nothing for me)

Last few weeks I've been dinning in the Lunn Ave, Mt Wellington shops (Nandos, Coffee Club, McD). I did get the "Thank you Sir" once, I'm unsure whether that was because I was very minimalist with my makeup or whether the staff was a bit confused (OK I know I'm confused, but I was wearing a business skirt, stockings, heels and blouse, surely that's an indication? - next time I'll go in with D cup falsies instead of my regular C cups)

Finally escaped man-land

April 30th, after being couped up with relatives for 3 weeks, I finally had some time to be myself (and also to move some boundaries)

I went to a wedding recently & fell in love with how pretty the bride looked, I wish I could be a bride for a while so decided to practice posing at One Tree Hill. Although the wind is very cool, I loved how the gown flowed. The spectators were very polite, with a couple being quite funny - in a nice way.

Although my wife volunteered to take the photos, it was a little early in the day for her to be up and about.

While at One Tree Hill, I decided to do 4 or 5 clothes changes & lots of photos and I loved my new pretty bra ( push up bra size 12B ) which was a big change from my usual large and heavy 14D false breasts.

While photography was on my mind, I visited the Auckland museum gardens.

While there some man of a mature age was hanging around showing great interest in my movements, strangely enough, I thought it was weird.

While I like women to show interest and don't mind kids (some ask me if I'm a man or woman), I've even had a bus load of tourists showing interest and smiling, but a single old man is just plain creepy.

With freshly waxed legs, I thought it was time to show them off at a Royal Oak Shopping Centre in my favorite tight mini skirt (I really enjoy being a girl, it feels so natural).

Ok I forgot my tight black mesh top was a bit see through showing off the pattern on my pretty bra, LOL.

My boots and shoes are now properly worn out, and I'm having trouble finding size 11nz or 13US replacements ( I mean nice looking, not just any ugly shoe). I'll try to see the shoe man this week to get new soles on my heels, the boots are ready for the trash

Dinner (for 1)

Yesterday at 7.30pm I went out for dinner at the Cock & Bull Ellerslie. Monday nights is very quite for them with only about 30 patrons. The staff treated me very well although I forgot to ask them to take a photo of me with my BLT. I then had to do some shopping at Countdown Greenlane and decided to have a McDonald coffee around 9.30 while I was in the area. I felt a bit sorry for the girl serving me there, she did the "Sir" thing and later the "madam" - mind you, I'm often confussed myself, with 1/2 wanting to do body building and the other 1/2 wanting breasts & but. 

Car Crash

12 months ago, while my partner was driving out of a jammed up T junction to turn right, she stoped 1/2 way & checked for oncomming traffic. There was no oncomming traffic, as she moved forward a foot or 2, her car impacted on some crazy woman driving down the wrong side of the road. The wisdom of the courts (after a 12 month wait as the crazy woman had trouble getting her story straight) found the crazy woman on the wrong side of the road, should pay for her repairs, and that my partner should have been expecting the crazy woman racing down the wrong side of the road and that we had to pay for the repairs to our car.

The courts attitude to the expression of "let cost lay where they fall" is a very easy option.

Many years ago, a driver waiting to turn right to pick up his daughter, decided to cross my path of travel when I was about 4 seconds away from him. My options were either to travel in to oncomming traffic (never a good idea unless you can see there is no traffic), or clobber his rear end. Althought he cut me off and I had no option but to crash, the court decided to "let cost lay where they fall".

So if you get cut off by a crazy CD and crash, you will understand she just cutting you off before you do it to her!

What the heck

As you know, I love tight shinny clothes but never ever wear them together as it just becomes to much. Unfortunately this morning, after not being out for a while (and after HE and the family had checked out the beautiful clothes in Newmarket yesterday) I decided to be a alot crazy for a couple of hours. I did however revert back to my normal politely dressed self when I visited the shopping centres.
I feel the need to get out more as at this stage, I'm lucky if I get to spend 4 hours a week as myself and I'm getting bored with traveling out to East Auckland, maybe next Saturday I'll head north for a change.