"The Blog has Moved" Originally Posted 12/20/10

Hi!

The blog has moved! I just don't like the new format here. Keep up with me at:

http://sophielynne1.blogspot.com/


Hope to see you!

"What a Night" Originally Posted 11/01/10

It’s been a very crazy month in Sophie-land. Too much to explain, so I’ll sum up.

In mid-September I was all ready to go to Laptop Lounge early in the week. I had an appointment with Amanda for makeup and all was well. Then my wife gave me Penn State football tickets for that weekend. As a loyal Penn Stater, any other time I would’ve been ecstatic, but this time… ummm I NEED my Sophie time.

 

So I canceled my Amanda appointment and on the early morning of September 18, I went to PSU to watch the game. It was a beautiful warm day in Happy Valley, and the Nittany Lions won. I also got a bit sunburned.

I drove home as fast as I could, and decided to go to Laptop anyway. I did my own makeup and arrived around midnight. So I got both the game AND my Sophie time!

 

A couple weeks later, my friend Mary was in town from Pittsburgh, and she, Jen and I decided to go to Monday Night T-Girls on a rainy night. The theme was naughty teachers and school girls. I did my own makeup and had a great time. On the way back to the car, all three of us were splashed by a police car going through a puddle. After the initial shock, we laughed like crazy.

 

What I didn’t know is that night, I entered someone’s drama. More later.

Fast forward to Oct 16. Another Laptop, and I wore the first draft of my Halloween costume as a Saint Pauli Girl. This night was highlighted by walking over to TGI Fridays in the same mall for a drink. No one even blinked.

Ok, so the stage is set for my favorite holiday: Halloween. Two years ago, I rediscovered myself on Halloween, so I regard it as “Sophie’s birthday.”

 

Sat, Oct 30: I have 3 parties. I go to Amanda for makeup and wear my Mary Marvel suit from last year. As I didn’t know where the first party was, I stopped at King of Prussia mall. It was packed and I walked around dressed as Mary Marvel. I got some looks but many more people making appreciative comments! I went to Comics and More, where they knew exactly who I was (Mary Marvel) and took some pics.

 

After the mall, I went to Fox and Hound, a nearby bar/restaurant. I received many kind comments and only one “stink eye.” Jen finally called me and I took my food to go. Off to Exton for a party!

I arrived and found some of the “royalty” of the Philly TG scene: Sandy, Danielle, Jen and so many others. If it weren’t for the confidence I gained by walking in the mall, etc, I may have felt out of my league. I just relaxed and felt at home with my sisters.

Then it was off to another party. This was held by a former co-worker. None of the people there had ever seen me dressed. The hostess didn’t recognize me. One guy clocked me as my walk “wasn’t feminine.” Ok, gotta work on that.

 

There was a bonfire, and my costume smelled badly of smoke. I played (and won) beer pong. It was a good time, but it wasn’t really Sophie time. It was “guy in a dress time” if that makes sense.

 

Ok, off to Laptop for their Halloween gala! Great time! Went to Fridays again, took pics, and had a ball. Cleaned up, went home.

Woke up the next day for Halloween. Went to Amanda’s for makeup, then into Philly to the Sheraton, where the Henri David ball is held. I had a room, where I relaxed for a bit and did my nails. I was waiting for some friends to arrive. Eventually, I went to the bar and enjoyed a drink with Lorraine, who made my costume.

The party started and was a BLAST! So many talented costumes!

 

Fast forward to the end of the night. The aforementioned drama person. Seems she was insulted that I implied she was dating a friend of mine. I apologized and let it go, out of respect for that friend. Well DP (drama person) didn’t want to let it go. She got in my face. Yelled. Threatened. Postured. I pointed out that being arrested would not be a positive ending for the night, but I didn’t back down. In fact it was all I could do from losing it on her. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who covered their feminine side with anger.)

 

See, my feminine side calms me. As a youth I fought a LOT. (Opinionated + big mouth= fights) So I learned how to fight. As DP was pointing and posturing, I was choosing targets. However, that’s not Sophie. And damn DP for pulling something I thought long buried to the surface while I was dressed! She has no idea what she avoided, and what may have happened. Or of the damage she has done.

In the end, all I know is that I have been threatened. I am still angry. And as Sophie, I really have a minimal “safety net” as my wife and friends don’t know. So I’m kinda on my own here (locally.)

I’m scared. So many things can go wrong now. How can I be a positive force for the community with such a negative force out there, wanting to draw me into their drama? How can such a negative force exist? Don’t we have enough arrayed against us as a group? Do we really need this petty bs?

In the end, I spent over $600 for this night, to have it ruined by a drama queen. But you know what? I think I looked great, and expanded my horizons. So I have that going for me, which is nice.

 

"Angels Fall Like Rain" Originally Posted 08/25/10

Bonus points if you know from where I stole that title.


It's not the usual third weekend of the month. Oh no, it's very special. SE Pa was the convergence point for so many people this past weekend and they were all coming to the Laptop Lounge.


From Albany, Lana was making her way south south south past us and on to her birthplace of Atlanta. She was stopping for the weekend. I met her at the Empire conference when I was singing karoke and she was jumping some guy out on the back patio of the place. She's the one that filmed me singing. She's a TS and is amazing.


From Texas, via Manassas and Aberdeen, Kimberly Huddle was in town. Yes, Kimberly from Texas, everyone's favorite flying cd. I'd met her twice before and this time we were going to go someplace different. And- I had a surprise waiting.

So Kimberly arrived on Friday. She spent the day at the King of Prussia mall. By the time I finished work and everything, we decided to meet to have a beer in drab. She was staying next to a Hooters, so we met there. Aside from seeing her, the highlight of the night was watching one waitress wrestling another one and dropping her into a trash can. No kidding. That had the whole bar at attention.

The next day my usual friends were to meet at a local place for lunch, but only Jen made it. That was fine as Kim and Jen had a great time meeting each other. We went to the Blue Pacific which is where Laptop was to be held. I wanted to do shots but they didn’t. Sigh.

From there, I went to the motel room Jen and I rented. Where was Lana? Who knows? Her phone was broken so we had no contact with her save cryptic and intermittent messages on Facebook. We knew she’d be at the room at 3:30. Or 4. Or Pi squared. At the room, I re-shaved my face and legs. At 3, I went to Kim’s room, where she had Malibu and cokes waiting. Why so early a meeting?

Surprise! We were going to True Colors for a makeover. Now I do this a lot, but she’s never been there. Once I remember her writing how she’d love a makeover so I decided that as her birthday was only a couple weeks away, a makeover would be a great gift. I didn’t have to twist her arm!

So off we went to see Amanda Richards. Amanda was delayed so we drove around a bit but finally got started. I went first as, well, I wanted more Sophie time. Besides, I wanted to do my nails. After I was finished, Kim sat down and Amanda worked her magic as I did my nails and paced. And paced. I was nervous. I knew Amanda would do a great job, but would Kim like it? I needn’t have worried.

Kim had been searching for a new wig for some time. Amanda sells them and Kim found exactly what she was looking for! So I helped complete a quest. Good karma for me! I hope.

That said, all this fun made us really late. Once again, I missed Renaissance. We went directly to Laptop, which was well underway. We paid our cover charges and then began a whirl of activity. Lana was there and “happy.” Jen was there; everyone was there and looked wonderful! The place was crowded with so many of us! I wore a silky purple top that I wore exactly a year before, a short black skirt, pumps, and hose. I thought I looked great!  

I introduced Kim around and she fit right in (after we all did the shot I had waited all those hours to do.) Everyone seemed so alive. Kim was in her element- meeting new people and dazzling them. Lana was dancing and singing and seemed everywhere at once. Me? I had some drinks and was just glad to be who I was and where I was.

As the night went on I danced, I drank, I watched the Phillies lose. At one point, I leaned against the bar to order a drink and a guy I’d never seen before started taking to me. He’d seen something on Craig’s list about Laptop and came out. He and his wife were open minded, he said. He bought me a drink. He treated me like a lady. He told me I was beautiful. He kept mentioning how he and his wife did fun things with girls like me. I knew what he was trying to say. I introduced him to someone else and excused myself. When I left, they were still talking.

The hour grew late and people slowly began to disappear. I had a big glass of water and started my goodbyes. Eventually I was back at the motel then back in drab. Sophie disappeared for another month.

The story doesn’t end there though. The next day, I contacted Kim and we went out (in drab) for lunch at an Irish bar near where I live. It was pouring rain but we arrived safely and had a great time. Too soon I dropped her back at her hotel. It was an amazing weekend and I was beat.

Lana? I think she stayed at the motel room. I have no idea. No phone means no contact. I hope she made it to Atlanta safely.

So Sophie hides within me for another month. In September is another Laptop but also a Gala Ball! I can’t wait!

"Questions" Originally Posted 08/02/10

I was out Saturday night.


As I was driving from Amanda's to the motel, I started asking questions of myself. Let's face it- I was dressed head to toe as a woman- that WILL spur thought and some soul searching!



When did I become comfortable wearing a skirt? Like second nature comfortable?



When did I stop being fascinated by looking down and seeing I have breasts (when dressed) and see it as perfectly normal??



When did Sophie become critical to my life?



When did "oh my God I'm out in public dressed as a woman!" become "Ok, I'm dressed- where can I go that's safe-ish?"



When did I suddenly own more heels than guy shoes?



When did losing weight become a "dress size" thing instead of a "health" thing?



When did lying to my wife about my whereabouts become so much easier? (but still hurt just as much)







Why do I want to keep doing this so badly?



(To see me reading this, CLICK HERE)

"Sophie Fields a Question" Originally Published 08/22/10

Sat July 17- Sophie time! Time for the Renaissance meeting and Angela's Laptop Lounge.

After lunch in drab with some the gurls, I headed up to Amanda Richards as usual. My outfit was the one I was going to wear for Kim's visit- a new satin black top, black skirt, red belt and heels and new earrings! I was feeling so hot!




As my appointment was so late, I missed Ren (for the first time since I started attending!) and went directly to Laptop. There was a nice mix of new gurls and old friends, and I enjoyed myself. Oh and had some pictures taken! ;)





As always, the night ended quickly. I drove back to the motel to change and sat back in my car to listen to the end of a song on my cd player... and woke up 15 minutes later. Oops!




I gathered what I needed and walked across the lot toward a side door. In the pool were four or five teens splashing about and making a LOT of noise. If I were in the rooms facing the pool, I would've been VERY angry. As it was, I walked by unnoticed and into the side door...




...where there were five more soaking wet teens sitting in the hall maybe ten feet from my door. Uh oh!


"Wow!" "Look at this!" and so on until as I opened the door when I heard


"Hey are you a man?"




I closed the door behind me, thankful it was nothing more than a few taunts.

"Are you a man?"

I looked in the mirror. I saw a woman. A tired and slightly disheveled woman, yes, but a woman. 




I took my last pictures, and looked in the mirror one last time. Then started the long process of cleaning up so I could go home.


"Are you a man?"



Who am I? I don't even know any more. I know this- I love being Sophie and for that short time I am a woman. The rest of the time I am confused and searching...

"Philadelphia Kimmie! Part 2" Originally Posted 07/08/10

So we jump into the car and start the dark and arduous journey to Philly. VROOM! On I-95, Kim let the Mustang run a bit but not much. "I don't want to get get caught speeding, DUI, and in drag," she said. Good point!




As the city appeared through the dark summer haze, ABBA blasted from her speakers. Surreal, really. We found a place to park, and um, walked right past where we were going. It wouldn't have mattered if Kim wasn't hopping cross-legged at this point (beer and potholes don't mix.)




We asked for directions and went down Camac Street, little more than an alley. Here we found Tavern on Camac, home of Kalina Isato's Monday Night T-Girl Party. We opened the heavy wooden doors (after I tripped over the damn sandles for the third time in five minutes.) We were greeted by a woman singing while playing piano. Her singing and playing was so very strong. Kim made a beeline for the restroom while ordered a couple of beers.



Properly relieved, we sat at the seats around the piano. Kim was facinated by this amazing woman. We sat for about ninety minutes and had a wonderful time- talking and singing along.



I had an animated Star Trek discussion with a few of the patrons (yes I am a geek) and one of them eventually felt me up. I didn't feel like ruining the evening, so I just gave him a look. Besides- they were breastforms. I don't know what a correct response is.





Eventually we had to leave (alas, Kim had an early morning.) My idea of running up the steps of the Philly Art Museum al-la Rocky was politely but firmly rejected dammit and we headed back out to the burbs.




I had one of those amazing moment as we walked to the car. I saw my shadow from the streetlights. The shadow wore a skirt, had a bit of a figure, and long hair. There was nothing masculine about that shadow- it was a woman. I can't tell you how happy that made me.




We arrived back at her hotel, and she graciously allowed me to change there. I changed, showered, we hugged and I departed, wish ing that the night could've lasted longer. I had so many plans for it- people were supposed to meet us, singing, open mike- all kinds of things. Every single freaking one of them fell through but one- we had a great time.




Maybe I should plan less and enjoy more.




And BE Sophie Lynne.

"Philadelphia Kimmie! Part 1" Origianlly Posted 07/08/10

In this crazy thing we do, I have been blessed with many dear friends. In my drab life, I tend to keep people pushed away. I have many aquaintences but few friends to whom I can confide and really talk.

Yet as Sophie, I have some very good friends. They already know my biggest secret, and they don't care. Well that's because they are the same way. We understand each other.




So Kimberly Huddle was coming to town. I met her once before, and we've kept up with each other through phone and IM. So now she was coming back. Last time I met her, I was in drab. This time I wanted to meet her properly. Fortunately, I had off of work...




So I made plans. I wanted to look hot- so I planned this sexy black outfit and made an appointment with Amanda Richards. I wanted her to feel welcome, so I posted on the various boards that she was coming and let's give her a big Philly welcome (no, not booing.) Ok, all set. I even had money to spend from an ebay sale I made.




So the day arrived, July 7, 2010. Here in Philly it was record heat: 103 degrees with humidity in the 80% range. There was no way in Hell I was wearing black in that weather! So i quickly threw together something casual and cute (or at least I thought so.) I didn't have the right shoes (I NEEDED white pumps) but I would deal. (At this point Jen Johns is passing out.) 





So I drove up to True Colors and Amanda did another amazing job! I was ready, and met Kimberly ay her hotel in Malvern, Pa. She was giddy over her latest Goodwill purchase- a wedding gown! A beautiful wedding gown for only $35! My question was how in the world was she going to get that puppy home! It was huge! And beautiful.

We took some pics (unheard of, I know) and hit the road.




The plan was to go to the Nevermore in New Hope, Pa, where I heard they had OpenMike. Kim's car was a souped up new Mustang. She loved the car- how it sounded, its power- everything. On the way I was treated to a cd of her original music which was amazing. Oh, for the record, she may have broken the speed limit once or twice. ;)




Oh, we did make a quick side trip. We stopped at ShangriLa, home of Angela's Laptop Lounge. The idea was to run in, have a Jack, and leave. However, she didn't feel comfortable doing this, so we didn't even get out of the car. Well at least she saw the parking lot! ;)



VROOM, we covered the space between Malvern and New Hope at Warp 6, and had a great time doing it. Found the place easily enough, walked in... No Open MIKE?!?!? Sh*t! She's gonna think I'm some kind of idiot! I apologized profusely and ordered us a round of Jack shots which helped. Turns out it was trivia night, and there were six players counting us. All were at least 60- except us. If you answer five questions correctly, you get a free drink. I'm ok at trivia, so I won three free ones. We then played pool, which she won and got out...to Philly! 




End Part 1

"Empire Strikes Part 2" Originally Posted 05/27/10

Day 3- Friday, May 21, 2010

Another beautiful day. My eyes had dark circles that I couldn’t obscure no matter what I tried. I went to some sessions. I also took a walk by myself to the nearby Rite Aid for Zantac as my tummy still hurt really bad. The woman behind the register wasn’t going to serve me, but I was quietly insistent. Bitch.

I spent most of the day polishing my act in front of empty rooms. That way, if I didn’t get laughs, I’d be used to it.

That night was the talent show. Lady Ellen did my makeup again, and I wedged myself into a tight pink dress that I’m sure broke several local laws.

I was up third, behind someone lip syncing Shania Twain and someone doing a juggling/whip act. Really.

I did my routine, the highlight of which was “Captain Kirk: Crossdresser.” I got some laughs but didn’t notice my hip pad on one side was falling down. I looked so stupid!

Anyway, after that I went back to the room and threw a denim skirt over the short dress. I went to the hotel bar but didn’t stay up late as I was thoroughly exhausted.

Day 4- Saturday, May 22, 2010

Thanks to Zantac and Nyquil, I slept well. The final day. I attended sessions again. In one session, Lady Ellen used me as an example of how NOT to walk like a lady, then corrected me. So I got a free walking lesson, which was cool. I also ran some errands for the convention staff. It was a bit of a lazy day, and that was fine by me.

That night was the final Gala. Lady Ellen did my makeup again. I wore my black gown, and went blonde. I looked great, if I may say so myself!

Dinner was fantastic. I sat near the stage and soon found myself surrounded by doctors and rich folks. Therapists that is: one named Dr. Docter. Really.

 

The show was Jade Estrada and he was BRILLIANT! Absolutely AMAZING talent! I went over afterward to congratulate him and he said he loved my act.

 

He loved MY ACT!

I was floating for the rest of the night.

 

So everyone was going out. I changed back to my LBD. After an aborted attempt to go to Jillians (everyone else was afraid of confrontation) we went to another gay bar: Water Works. By this point my feet were killing me and my stomach was on fire. While I enjoyed the company, I was miserable- miserable in a dress in a gay bar in Albany.

 

Sunday morning, Jen and I packed our stuff and hit the road. No fanfare, no girl time: it was done. It was a long trip home during which she and I tried to sort out what the conference meant for each of us. I’m still sorting this out. I met so many wonderful and inspirational people and did so many new things.

 

It begs the question: so now what?

"Empire Strikes: Part 1" Originally Posted 05/26/10

The Empire Conference is an annual event- this time held in Albany, NY. I’d never been to Empire or Albany.  The price was reasonable and my good friend Jen was willing to share a room, so I reserved my spot.

Day 1- Weds, May 19, 2010:

I met Jen in the parking lot where I work. My car can’t handle that kind of trip, so she volunteered to drive. The morning was bright and a little cool as I tossed my bags into her car. We both had a lot!

Our first stop was Bethlehem, PA. to see Amanda Richards at True Colors. We both got makeovers from her so we could travel en femme and look as beautiful as we could. I bought Jen’s to cover for the gas, etc. My friend BJ stopped in as well. She is perfect- looks just like a GG. BJ joined us for lunch at Big D’s Pizza, a local friendly pizza place. Great food and great time!

Back on the road for a few hours, then Jen decided she needed to stop at a rest stop in NY. I had never been anywhere not relatively “safe” while dressed, but I decided to go in anyway. I was so scared! As Jen went to the ladies room, I picked up some maps and wandered, hoping not to be laughed at. I admit I was thrilled as well as scared. This was a necessary piece of Sophie’s growth, and I knew it. We took some pics, bought some drinks, and off we went… to a surprise.

Jen wanted to go shopping (never a surprise) and had heard of an outlet mall along our way. She just never told me. She pulled in. I was going: like it or not! OMG- walking around SHOPPING as Sophie? I was visibly shaking as we walked through the parking lot. I calmed down as we walked a bit and no one noticed or seemed to care. The day was getting much warmer and a light breeze blew my long skirt around my legs. I loved it!

Jen decided on a store and in we went. She is not a fast shopper as she enjoys the process very much. At one point she disappeared into the changing rooms leaving me alone for twenty minutes! I looked around (watched closely by the staff), walked outside, bought some chocolate, came back, waited, saw a nice top in my size, and finally she reappeared. I bought the top and some cheap pink earrings that would match my Friday night outfit.

Again we took pictures. Of course. J
 

An hour or so later we finally reached ....Albany..... We quickly found our hotel and our room and I made a discovery: I left my wallet at home. (I paid cash so far.) Oh sh*t! I had some cash, but not enough to last until Sunday! Sigh. Always something… Anyway, we found out that we weren’t too late for a bbq being held by the local LGBT house and grabbed a hotel shuttle. They were in a house maybe ten blocks away from the hotel. We were late so most of the food was gone as were most of the drinks. I met some nice people though, but most were much younger than me.

Back to the hotel- people are going to a local gay bar for karaoke. I changed into my new black top and a flowing flowery skirt. I put on my 4 inch pumps and did my best to fix my makeup.

So we arrived, and there are maybe ten people in the bar. I decided to sing a song. Why not?

If you had told me two years ago that I’d be standing in a gay bar singing while dressed head to toe as a woman, I would’ve asked what drugs you were on and why weren’t you sharing? But there I was!

I sang seven songs that night- so many that I lost my voice for all the next day. But it was lots of fun!

Day 2 – Thursday, May 20, 2010

Quiet. Lunch was bland even by hotel standards. The sessions were nice. I dressed in a skirt and vest combo- rather business like.

After lunch, I signed up for the talent show; “Trannies Got talent.” I had worked up a five minute comedy routine. As so few people signed up, I was asked to stretch it to ten minutes, so I would have to work on that. And could I do lip sync as well?

I spent part of the afternoon in the quiet hotel bar, doing some editing. I got the job right before coming up and I wanted to start. It was nice, working while dressed.

That night was”dine out” night. Problem: no wallet. So I went with the cheapest place: Jillians. It was nice and I had a good time talking to the only other conventioneer there- a reverend who transitioned some years back.

I wore one of my LBD’s to show off “the girls.” It was a bit scary walking alone in public but not so bad as I knew I looked as good as I could. Lady Ellen did my makeup and the girls were perfect as always.

Most of the ladies were at Jack’s Oyster House so I walked over there and said “hi.” High class place. From there I returned to the hotel bar, where I spoke to some people, had some drinks and called it a night.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly my stomach was on fire with really bad cramps. They kept me up all night despite anything I could do.

To be continued...

"Laptop, Drinking, and Me" Originally Posted 05/18/10

Last Saturday night was another Renaissance meeting followed by another installment of Angela's Laptop Lounge. http://www.tgatl2.tv/



I live for the third weekend of the month which is when these happen. It's usually the only time I get to be Sophie. Externally anyway. I fret over what to wear. Which shoes? Unlike most gurls, it's not like I have much of a choice- my wardrobe isn't huge. But it's still fun.


Then there's seeing the gurls. These are people who understand me without question. We share a secret- yet most of us know so little about each other. We stand on the fringe of society, but it's our fringe. We are happy here.




So last night was payback time. I usually spend waaaayy too much money at laptop. This time it seems everyone wanted to return the favor. At the same time. I had a wonderful time drinking with them.

And drinking


And drinking.


Dont get me wrong- I enjoy drinking. In my drab life, I am known for it. I was in a fraternity in college as well. I was a bartender. So I know drinking.



So there I was- in a red dress, well made up... and Drunk.


How did I know? Well when people keep asking me "Are you ok?" I took that as a hint to stop. Not soon enough though.

I was driven back to the room at Motel 6, where I made my usual drinking night decision and stuck my fingers down my throat.

Glamourous, right?

So why am I writing about this? I am very disappointed in myself. I have only ever been really drunk twice as Sophie (counting that night). I guess I hold myself to a higher standard when I am dressed. I want to be a better person. I want to be a Lady. Sophie does not get shit faced. Oh I will have drinks, yes. But I usually stop.

So why not just be that way all the time? Good question. Is it because I think I'm better as a woman? Is it because of all the effort I put in to be Sophie? I really don't know. I asked my therapist and she didn't know. Well it's not like she's a mind reader.

This week I will be at the Empire conference in Albany. I look forward to being in a skirt for 4 days and seeing friends and meeting new people. And I will drink. And I want to be strong. Because Sophie MUST be strong. She has no choice.

"Good Friday + Lady Ellen Means Great Friday!" Originally Posted 04/02/10

The sun sets on an absolutely gorgeous day here in the Philly area. Today is known in the Christian religion as Good Friday, which marks the day that Jesus died on the cross for our sins. To my Jewish friends, it is still the feast of Passover (Pesach), which commemorates the Hebrew liberation and escape from slavery in Egypt.  Today is also the birthday of my dear friend, the beautiful Kristina Snow. (She’s 29.)

All of that is just fine and dandy, isn’t it? “So what?” you ask. Well I spent my Good Friday in a different way- a liberation in its own way you could say. I saw Lady Ellen for a makeup lesson, makeover, and photo shoot.

Lady Ellen works out of New Brunswick, NJ.  She goes to many conferences and meeting. I met her at Keystone. You can find here here: http://www.lefemmefinishingschool.com/

Anyway, when I met her at Keystone, she remarked that my makeup needed help (which it did.) No she’s not rude; it DID fit into the conversation. So, long story short (too late) on a glorious Friday morning I found myself knocking on her door.

We discussed what I wanted. I wanted a makeup lesson, but I also wanted to live a bit of a fantasy: I wanted to be a Bond girl. I wanted to be slinky, sexy, and HOT (well as much as I can be!) ;) Oh, and I bought a dress a week ago so maybe that as well?

Lady Ellen concentrated on my eyes. We worked with liquid eye liner and with taping. We also discussed colors and brands. She really had great advice. Then I washed up, and she went to work!

In less than an hour, I was back to being Sophie. Oh it felt sooo good! I wore a black dress that she provided that showed my figure, black pumps, and diamond jewelry, including an anklet. She took many pics, including outside.

 

Her neighbor saw us and kept staring at me. Then he got in his van and drove away- still watching. I didn’t know whether to laugh or be creeped out.

Then I changed into a beautiful silvery grey gown, with white pumps and it showed a hint of cleavage and… her camera batteries died. She had no spares. Oh sh*t. She searched the house- nothing. The car- nope. And my time was running out- her next client was coming! Never fear: she called the next client, explained the situation and asked her to bring batteries. Lauren the client was cool about it and brought batteries (the free pizza bribe might have helped.)

So picture time in the gown! Inside outside upside down! Even sniffing daffodils! So, we had time for one more. I wanted the dress I brought but she suggested a different one- a white dress like the one Marilyn Monroe wore in her famous movie where her skirt blows up. Why not?

Good choice.

We switched wigs to blonde and lipstick colors as well.

WOW.

Some amazing pics. I looked in the mirror and was amazed. The girls were shown off to their full effect. I was SO happy.

Pics pics pics. Yes, I know I’m odd wanting all of these pics done, but what’s a girl to do. ;) I was outside, dressed on a gorgeous day. Bliss? Enraptured? Words don’t describe it.

 

Of course, it had to end. I cleaned and packed up and left (after having some great pizza.)

So, I’ve been to Amanda, I’ve been to Karen, Sofie, and Kalina. How does this rate? Lady Ellen is very good at what she does. Her technique is different from all the others. I recommend her. The proof is in the pictures. What do YOU think?

"Keystone 3: The Search For Spock" Originally Posted 03/21/10

Everyone goes to conferences for their own reasons. Most go to learn. However I am convinced that some go to preen and show off, and that’s fine too. Vanity thy name is T-gurl.

I went to learn about who I am and where “Sophie” fits in with my life. To that end, I was rather successful. Thanks to many talented people I learned more about me than I had in the past year. Where does that leave me? I have no idea! Lol

I spent my final day of the conference meeting people, including a drink with the wonderful Lady Ellen. It seemed like each new person was another piece of a puzzle that I was building.

Soon enough, I put on my new gown. I bought it on ebay, but had it massively modified by Lorraine, who did my Mary Marvel Costume. Amanda Richards did my makeup and once again I was beautiful! I love looking in the mirror and seeing a woman looking back.

 

Off I went to the gala! Amanda was running behind so I missed most of the cocktail reception. Of course I was still able to get something- and I had some professional pics taken. During the reception, my friend Mel introduced me to Donna Rose, that night’s guest speaker. Donna Rose is a heroine of mine (http://www.donnarose.com/). To be introduced to her was quite a treat. The only word to describe her is “real.” There is no pretense or front with her. She is who she is and if you don’t like it- tough. She was kind enough to take a picture with me as well. I was floating on air.

 

Dinner was fine. The usual sort of food: “wedding chicken” or “fish.” You’ve had it before and it was competently done. The wine selection was local and not bad. Donna then gave her speech and was amazing. After that, “Burning House” came on with a sizzling R&B set. Wow! Me? I went to get more to drink and to get more pics done. After all, I had a gown to show off, not to mention the girls!

It seems that I am getting quite the reputation. Several people, including Donna Rose, referred to me as “the girl with the boobs.” I can live with that as long as they remember me. ;)

Sigh! How does Linda Lewis handle it? :D

Actually, I enjoy the attention, and I enjoy the breasts. I love looking down and seeing them there. It makes me feel so feminine. That’s such a great feeling!

As the night wound down, I returned to the bar and ran into the wrestling people again. Two of their kids won state championships and they were celebrating like crazy. Even the t-girls got into it! It was good to see.

Eventually, I went back to the room to change for the last time. As I looked in the mirror I felt physically ill at the prospect of going back to drab. After three days as Sophie, that’s how I wanted to stay. However, 30 minutes later I was in drab and back at the bar. Turns out my roomie had an admirer. He bought her flowers and candy and a wig. She gets all the guys! ;)

The next morning was cloudy and grey and I ate breakfast drab. Half the gurls were drab, half were still dressed. As it was, I made my way home, tired, in pain from the heels, but so amazingly glad that I was there. Next up- Empire in Albany, NY!

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So I attended this conference with friends: four in fact. I roomed with Jen. She is a petite blonde who looks so good it’s sickening. She brought a ton of outfits and looked wonderful. I was sooo jealous. The only thing remotely negative about rooming with her is that she like the room temperature to be set at “Dante’s Inferno.” As I am a hairy person, I prefer “arctic.” It became a fun little game as she set it for 85 and I set it for 60.

 

The room next to us was JJ and Vanessa. We kept the door between the rooms open, so it was like we roomed together. JJ is a tall girl like me. Older, wiser, and so much fun! I rode out to the conference with her. Vanessa rarely dresses but is incredible when she does.

 

So Friday night, we all boarded busses for downtown ....Harrisburg..... Once again, I had my makeup done by Amanda. I wore a different LBD, my f*ck-me boots and went brunette. The rain fell heavily as if God wanted to wash us all away, but we all made it to where we were going.

 

About a minute after being seated in my restaurant of choice with 30 other gurls, a beautiful Asian GG named Linda came over to our table and gushed about how “great it is that you can do this” etc. She saw my boobs and raved about them (I wear the Croptop by Proactive Prosthetics). So she and I talked for maybe 30 minutes. She was obsessed with my breasts. She fondled them (with permission) and even licked the nipple (a picture exists of this…) After dinner, the gurls and I had some drinks and spoke to many people in the bar of the restaurant.

 

From there we went to Stallions for dancing. “Stallions” is a gay bar, reached by going down an alley to the back of the building. I found it amusing that you had to enter the gay bar by the rear entrance. There we played pool, danced, but I was a little tired so I caught the first bus back to the hotel. And the bar.

And all those wrestling dads.

It was me and maybe two other gurls in the bar with 50 of them all drunk and drowning in machoness. Up walks the short fireplug guy. He was pissed off and looking for a fight. He figured I was hitting on his woman (the red head- which I kinda was) and he wanted to beat the sh*t out of me. Oh boy- let’s prove our manhood by beating on the tranny!

 

Option 1: fight him. He was so short (I had at least 8 inches in height on him) and drunk it would’ve been too easy. Buuuutttt… I would’ve been tossed from the bar; maybe the hotel and the conference would look bad. Then there would be the inevitable lawsuit and possible charges.

 

Option 2: He wasn’t too bright. Talk him down. Use the force if necessary. So that’s what I did. Talked him down. During this discussion, he pissed off his girlfriend and made himself look like an idiot. Not that this was difficult.

Eventually, many more of us arrived and the bar became packed. After a few drinks, I went to bed. My poor feet hurt from my 5” heels!

End Part 2