Feb 2006
Thanks to Candi for this latest contribution - we heard that she could be a bit cruel is she wants to, and now we can see that this might be true, judging from her experience below.
We have some other bits to post up here in due course, don't forget to send up yours so others can see what you have been up to.
Thanks to Candi for this latest contribution -
Heres how my girlfriend found out. It's a bit long but if you want to use it, cut it or whatever please feel free to do so. Candi xxxx Ok, so howdo I let my girlfriend know that I've bought a crop top. So to give you a bit of background we've been together for a long time...true love & all that..and she knows about Candi & is understanding but doesn't really enjoy her company...I personally think it's competition but anyway. When I bought my new boobs, I didn't tell her, I knew she'd moan about me spending more money on Candi than her, which is blatantly untrue. But after I tried them on a few times & was so blown away by how real they were I just couldn't keep it to myself & had to tell someone & I always tell my gfriend everything...eventually. But after careful consideration I thought it would be really fun to 'surprise' her on my terms as I wanted to see if she thought they were real or not. I knew that she would be a away for a week with work so I started dropping hints about not being happy with my body & wanting to do something about it..subtly to start with then getting heavier & heavier the closer it got to her week away. She was very understanding, thinking that I wanted to get lean. I said that I really wanted to build my chest up...I really had trouble keeping a straight face whilst I was telling her so I had to pretend to cry, this really got her worried for me...so the trap is set! The time for her to go came round & my passing shot was that I was going to do something about it whilst she was away...I don't know what she thought I was going to do but got concerned, I told her that everything would be fine. During her week away we spoke on the phone every day, I portrayed myslf as distant with other things on my mind, until the day before her return when I spoke on the phone I was all bright, giggling & very upbeat. I said that I was so looking forward to her coming back & that everything was sorted. She was happy but hesitant wanting to know what I'd done, I played it down saying that I'd chat when she got back. She phoned from the airport to say she was about an hour away...I feigned surprise saying I thought she would be back alot later & that Candi was here, ie I was dressed up. She said that was OK & I didn't need to rush to change, as this was quite a common occurrence She arrived home & we hugged, she said I looked great if a little overdressed for mid afternoon...hmm, some people, glam knows no time restrictions, & I happened to think that my red cocktail dress was perfect. I should point out that I had a shawl on covering my chest. I offered to make her a cuppa & whilst i was getting everything ready she was chatting about her trip. I casually took my shawl off & carried on preparing. I turned past her exposing my chest briefly. She just froze mid-sentence. I carried on absent mindedly saying something about the weather. 'Candi' she finally said 'WHAT have you done' 'What' I say still playing with her 'Have i put sugar in your tea?' 'You...you've got breasts?' 'What? Oh yeah, sorry i completely forgot to tell you....I've gotten so used to them already....what do you think' I say now showing them in her face 'Aren't they magnificent?' 'What?...But?....when?...how?' she splutters out. 'They are still a little sore, but I got them done Wednesday' I say now parading around like some supermodel. 'But what about?' she stammered. 'I told you that I would sort it & I have, and I feel great' I proudly state. She just stands there completely frozen, after what seems like an eternity she finally says 'Can I touch them?' & is completely taken by them. We talk for about an hour & I 'explain' how it all happened, she is still transfixed by them & is talking at them & touching them...I now know how women feel when men talk to their chest. She then starts to complain that they are huge & alot better than hers & my cleavage is stunning. All the questions about how much did they cost, where did I get them done, did it hurt, how do they feel etc as though she was chatting with one of her girlfriends. Finally it dawns on her the ramifications of what I have done...or what she thinks I've done 'How are you going to keep them hidden when you go out dressed as a boy? What will people say, Oh my god what about your parents, oh my god what about MY parents' 'Oh that's easy says I...'I'll just take them off'. 'S'cuse me?..Take them off? You can't take them off' she splutters out & starting to get annoyed that I haven't taken this seriously. 'Sure I can' says I & promptly slip out of my dress & bra & start to pull them over my head. This is on reflection a big mistake, as she suddenly realises that they are not real & I've played her all this time. With my arms over my head taking off my boobs she strikes & gives me a slap then a few more. So I take a bit of a beating from her...nothing violent just a few slaps to my face & arms & she just starts shouting at me calling me a 'B*tch' & 'How could you' 'I was really worried' etc. She finally stops because all I'm doing is laughing at her. When things finally calm down she asks me to put them back on & just keeps telling me how real they look & feel...yes she is touching them alot, well groping actually I tell her that this is sexual harassment & we laugh, but she was completely taken in & believed they were completely real. I know doing this was really naughty of me but I had to put them to the test...I thought they looked & felt real & I wanted a real girl to conduct my acid test on & they passed. So Simon, I guess you can put a stamp on these & say 'approved as real by geniune girls' cannot think of a better
March 2006
We have received more contributions from Steve, how has kindly typed up more of his latest experiences, following requests from many of you out there, and we will be posting them up soon. His life seems to be turing into a big psychological experiment, with the general public as the lab mice.
We have received more contributions from Steve, how has kindly typed up more of his latest experiences, following requests from many of you out there, and we will be posting them up soon. His life seems to be turing into a big psychological experiment, with the general public as the lab mice.
We have had some questions about how low the croptop comes down to at
the front. The front croptop skin ends about an inch below the bottom of the
breasts. It has been designed like this for a good reason. If you discover that
a cheeky person is trying to look down your front to get a good look at your
'rack', and you happen to be wearing a very low, low-cut top, then they wont
be able to see where the croptop skin ends and your own lower chest skin
begins, so as not to give the game away. If you look carefully at another page
of the larger picture on the right, you will just be able to see the join between
the croptop's skin and the wearer's skin, although other people wouldn't
normally be able to view your breasts from this angle.
Thanks to Steve for all his contributions. He has sent lots of his experiences of his world through to us, and the first part is posted
the front. The front croptop skin ends about an inch below the bottom of the
breasts. It has been designed like this for a good reason. If you discover that
a cheeky person is trying to look down your front to get a good look at your
'rack', and you happen to be wearing a very low, low-
begins, so as not to give the game away. If you look carefully at another page
of the larger picture on the right, you will just be able to see the join between
the croptop's skin and the wearer's skin, although other people wouldn't
normally be able to view your breasts from this angle.
Thanks to Steve for all his contributions. He has sent lots of his experiences of his world through to us, and the first part is posted
What a difference a year can make in a tv's life. I read through my earlier scribbling's, and thought about my level of confidence then, compared to now, and how things have changed. Then I thought even further back to my 'old days' when I attempted to look like a woman, and how I used to skulk around like a frightened rabbit, occasionally caught in someone's headlights.
Although I am never going to have the pleasure of passing in public in full female mode, which will be without a doubt, most people's dream, at least I am able to enjoy the second best thing by being out in public in mostly female mode. In fact, this mode has some advantages over the first. Firstly, I can actually get away with it in broad daylight. And secondly, I can engage with people I meet and have a conversation with them in my normal voice (and string some of them along in the process), which makes a huge difference. It's like being accepted by them to me.
I have certainly learnt a lot more about the public that I knew before. Even in this day and age, it is surprising to see how the public tend to home-in on things or people which are different from themselves, and how quickly their animal-pack instincts can come to the fore. With this in mind, I would hate to have any type of disability in this modern world.
This is why I am still of the opinion that the general public are years and years away from accepting men trying to look like women, unless they actually do, in which case they wouldn't know the difference.
I have also learnt that almost everyone is a very good actor, being able to improvise at a moments notice, but this can work both ways.
The last year or so has been without doubt, the most rewarding and enjoyable of my 'tv' life. In fact, it's been way better that all the other tv over the years put together. I have been able to get away with things that I used to dream about for the last 20 years. Sometimes, I can struggle to get my head around how much I can get away with, and how much further I can push the boundaries.
Many years ago, I lived a short distance from a large Sainsburys supermarket. I spent lots of time trying to work out how I could walk around this store in a pair of stilettos, and a smart outfit, with nice boobs on display, etc. I would often turn up near the store in the evenings, and walk near the entrance, but made a run for it when anyone else came near. I just couldn't go in, as my face wasn't nearly good enough to pass.
I worked out that the only time I could get away with it was on New Years eve, when I could tell people that I was on my way to a fancy dress party.
I waited for months one year for the end of the year to turn up. I got dressed up, and set off early evening to get there just before they closed, so it wouldn't be busy. I set off the short distance in my car, after waiting for the windscreen to clear. It didn't, but I set off anyway, wiping the inside so I see a bit. I hadn't got more that 50 yards down the main road, when there was blue flashing lights behind\d me, flagging me to stop. I couldn't believe it! I pulled over, with my heart at full speed, and waited for a face to appear at the window. I said "you're not going to believe this but I'm on my way to a fancy dress party and all the guys have been told to dress as women". He was actually quite amused and said the only reason they had pulled me over was that I was driving erratically (peering through a misty windscreen), and they thought I had been drinking. I said that I hadn't even got to the party yet, so he said to wipe the windscreen properly, and have a good evening. Well, it was too late for that by the time my heartbeat settled down, so that was my attempt at shopping in female form for another year.
The reason I mention the above, is that this store has been on my hit list for years, and I thought that it remain so. But with my new style of tv appearance, this store has now my main target.
I got ready one morning and set off for this store. I parked near the main entrance, spent some time making sure that my 'outfit' was good (tight jeans, low cut top with covered up cleavage ready to be displayed, and new pair of white stilettos clearly showing from under my jeans), a quick sip of water, deep breathe, and then I headed for the main entrance, after grabbing the nearest trolley to help disguise some of my look. I marched in with my steel heels making the right sounds on the tiled floor, and headed up the side isle. After a while, I managed to get my breathing back under control, and was then able to enjoy the 'weekly shop'. Some of the customers and a few staff noticed my image, and you can see then trying to work out was going on (I'm used to this by now). When I got to the other side of the store, I noticed one of the staff dashing around. She had clocked me and was desperate to tell her colleagues that I was 'instore'.
On one of her passes, I 'pssssted' and she come over. I decided to have some fun. I said that if I didn't know better, I thought that she was very intrigued with me. She very apologizingly said that she was. I said not to worry at all, and what did she think.
I'm absolutely amazed that you have boobs, and did they just grow?
I said that I have always suffered from breast envy, and decide to do something about it (I could see the fascination growing on her face, which needed more milking), so I took hormones for a while which made them grow a bit, then I had 3 lots of breast implants to get them to this size. I said that the only thing I didn't realize is how heavy they were going to be - while pulling a painful/strained face at he same time.
I could see by her face that she was taking every ounce of my story in, and there was a delay followed by a soft 'wooooooow' before her next question as she tried to get her brain around them.
Her next question was 'do the weight of your breasts give you backpain?'
They do sometimes, I said, but I've been doing exercises to strengthen my back.
I could almost see new questions forming in her head, and she was determined to ask me them while she had me there.
'Does it feel strange to wear a bra', she asked
I said that it did in the beginning, but now if feels normal.
Then I could feel the devil in me working overtime, and I said "do you want to know what's really strange about my boobs'.
'What?' she said with her eyes widening. She was hanging on every word by this time.
'They sometimes produce a few drips of milk', I said with a pretty serious look on my face.
'Oh….my…God' was all she could muster.
Then she went silent as she tried to take all this in.
I was in total heaven, having a real women ask me all about my 'breasts', while being almost fully dressed in a tight top (with my nipples just showing), while teetering on a pair of stilettos in a supermarket in the middle of the day, with other shoppers passing by.
This experience was my best to date.
I know it's cruel to string people along with 'stories', but as I have grown with confidence, I now can't help it (when I get the opportunity).
Why is it:
Although it doesn't bother me these days, going back a bit, I used to notice that almost everywhere I went, when I used to park up and get myself prepared to go into a store, car park or whatever, there was something strange going on. There always seemed to be somebody (or even a group), either hovering around the entrance doing nothing, just looking my way, or parked in a car, doing nothing but looking my way (normally when I had spent the last 10/20 minutes preparing myself for another 'adventure' without realizing that they had been looking my way all the time). Or even having someone come back to their car which just happens to be parked next to mine, and then having to wait forever while they seem to spend hours putting their shopping away in the boot of their car. Sometimes, I just want to get out of my car, grab hold of their shopping, chuck it into their boot, and tell them to 'hurry up and go home'. Maybe there is a conspiracy against me, with people watching me leave home, then following me about to see what I am up to - yes, that must be it, the government is worried about my new style of male/female appearance, in case it catches on.
Cameras and Video:
In order for me to be able to see myself as others see me while out and about, I am trying to work out ways of filming myself. I am making a box which should be able to carry a video camera. This camera isn't a problem, as long as I can get the lens looking through the bars of the shopping trolley, because I can push the record button before I get out of the car. The real problem is a still camera. It's too difficult trying to push the 10 second timer button in a shop (while hidden in a box). I think some cameras have remotes, so that might work. I will have to so some research. I am just mad keen to capture some of my female experiences while I can. Maybe these guys will post some of my camera stuff up on their site?
Although I am never going to have the pleasure of passing in public in full female mode, which will be without a doubt, most people's dream, at least I am able to enjoy the second best thing by being out in public in mostly female mode. In fact, this mode has some advantages over the first. Firstly, I can actually get away with it in broad daylight. And secondly, I can engage with people I meet and have a conversation with them in my normal voice (and string some of them along in the process), which makes a huge difference. It's like being accepted by them to me.
I have certainly learnt a lot more about the public that I knew before. Even in this day and age, it is surprising to see how the public tend to home-
I have also learnt that almost everyone is a very good actor, being able to improvise at a moments notice, but this can work both ways.
The last year or so has been without doubt, the most rewarding and enjoyable of my 'tv' life. In fact, it's been way better that all the other tv over the years put together. I have been able to get away with things that I used to dream about for the last 20 years. Sometimes, I can struggle to get my head around how much I can get away with, and how much further I can push the boundaries.
Many years ago, I lived a short distance from a large Sainsburys supermarket. I spent lots of time trying to work out how I could walk around this store in a pair of stilettos, and a smart outfit, with nice boobs on display, etc. I would often turn up near the store in the evenings, and walk near the entrance, but made a run for it when anyone else came near. I just couldn't go in, as my face wasn't nearly good enough to pass.
I worked out that the only time I could get away with it was on New Years eve, when I could tell people that I was on my way to a fancy dress party.
I waited for months one year for the end of the year to turn up. I got dressed up, and set off early evening to get there just before they closed, so it wouldn't be busy. I set off the short distance in my car, after waiting for the windscreen to clear. It didn't, but I set off anyway, wiping the inside so I see a bit. I hadn't got more that 50 yards down the main road, when there was blue flashing lights behind\d me, flagging me to stop. I couldn't believe it! I pulled over, with my heart at full speed, and waited for a face to appear at the window. I said "you're not going to believe this but I'm on my way to a fancy dress party and all the guys have been told to dress as women". He was actually quite amused and said the only reason they had pulled me over was that I was driving erratically (peering through a misty windscreen), and they thought I had been drinking. I said that I hadn't even got to the party yet, so he said to wipe the windscreen properly, and have a good evening. Well, it was too late for that by the time my heartbeat settled down, so that was my attempt at shopping in female form for another year.
The reason I mention the above, is that this store has been on my hit list for years, and I thought that it remain so. But with my new style of tv appearance, this store has now my main target.
I got ready one morning and set off for this store. I parked near the main entrance, spent some time making sure that my 'outfit' was good (tight jeans, low cut top with covered up cleavage ready to be displayed, and new pair of white stilettos clearly showing from under my jeans), a quick sip of water, deep breathe, and then I headed for the main entrance, after grabbing the nearest trolley to help disguise some of my look. I marched in with my steel heels making the right sounds on the tiled floor, and headed up the side isle. After a while, I managed to get my breathing back under control, and was then able to enjoy the 'weekly shop'. Some of the customers and a few staff noticed my image, and you can see then trying to work out was going on (I'm used to this by now). When I got to the other side of the store, I noticed one of the staff dashing around. She had clocked me and was desperate to tell her colleagues that I was 'instore'.
On one of her passes, I 'pssssted' and she come over. I decided to have some fun. I said that if I didn't know better, I thought that she was very intrigued with me. She very apologizingly said that she was. I said not to worry at all, and what did she think.
I'm absolutely amazed that you have boobs, and did they just grow?
I said that I have always suffered from breast envy, and decide to do something about it (I could see the fascination growing on her face, which needed more milking), so I took hormones for a while which made them grow a bit, then I had 3 lots of breast implants to get them to this size. I said that the only thing I didn't realize is how heavy they were going to be -
Her next question was 'do the weight of your breasts give you backpain?'
They do sometimes, I said, but I've been doing exercises to strengthen my back.
I could almost see new questions forming in her head, and she was determined to ask me them while she had me there.
'Does it feel strange to wear a bra', she asked
I said that it did in the beginning, but now if feels normal.
Then I could feel the devil in me working overtime, and I said "do you want to know what's really strange about my boobs'.
'What?' she said with her eyes widening. She was hanging on every word by this time.
'They sometimes produce a few drips of milk', I said with a pretty serious look on my face.
'Oh….my…God' was all she could muster.
Then she went silent as she tried to take all this in.
I was in total heaven, having a real women ask me all about my 'breasts', while being almost fully dressed in a tight top (with my nipples just showing), while teetering on a pair of stilettos in a supermarket in the middle of the day, with other shoppers passing by.
This experience was my best to date.
I know it's cruel to string people along with 'stories', but as I have grown with confidence, I now can't help it (when I get the opportunity).
Why is it:
Although it doesn't bother me these days, going back a bit, I used to notice that almost everywhere I went, when I used to park up and get myself prepared to go into a store, car park or whatever, there was something strange going on. There always seemed to be somebody (or even a group), either hovering around the entrance doing nothing, just looking my way, or parked in a car, doing nothing but looking my way (normally when I had spent the last 10/20 minutes preparing myself for another 'adventure' without realizing that they had been looking my way all the time). Or even having someone come back to their car which just happens to be parked next to mine, and then having to wait forever while they seem to spend hours putting their shopping away in the boot of their car. Sometimes, I just want to get out of my car, grab hold of their shopping, chuck it into their boot, and tell them to 'hurry up and go home'. Maybe there is a conspiracy against me, with people watching me leave home, then following me about to see what I am up to -
Cameras and Video:
In order for me to be able to see myself as others see me while out and about, I am trying to work out ways of filming myself. I am making a box which should be able to carry a video camera. This camera isn't a problem, as long as I can get the lens looking through the bars of the shopping trolley, because I can push the record button before I get out of the car. The real problem is a still camera. It's too difficult trying to push the 10 second timer button in a shop (while hidden in a box). I think some cameras have remotes, so that might work. I will have to so some research. I am just mad keen to capture some of my female experiences while I can. Maybe these guys will post some of my camera stuff up on their site?
A few people have emailed us with ideas for Steve about how to take difficult photos. The only idea seems to be fitting a small motor type device onto the top of the camera, which spins around very slowly
