A new year and a new chance for more enjoyable experiences by those who are boobed up and ready for 'action'. We have some photoshoots (including bridal shots) planned for some stage this year, and some of the pictures with some extra 'skin exposure' which could be very interesting. This may also put some real females to shame, if they get to see what we plan achieve.

There was a television program a few weeks ago, one of those-fly-on-the-wall types. A middle-aged 'still single' woman was talking about her life, etc, and that it had not worked out as she thought it would when she was younger. She said that she knew that she wasn't pretty when she was younger, but hoped that she would 'improve' with age. Alas this didn't happen, and she had not really had a boyfriend in her life at any stage. She said that this was directly as a result of her not being pretty - well, you'd have to describe her as fairly ugly by general standards, and not making the most of what she had. But what she did have was a stunning pair of fairly large breasts (which she always kept hidden as they were fairly large, and she was embarrassed by them).
A regret that she had, and probably always will have (besides being lonely) was not having children. She said this was where her breasts came in. She considered her breasts as 'her babies', which were always with her  where ever she went (which made feel less lonely), and that they were warm, and close to her, and the movement of them made them feel even more alive and real to her, and that nobody could ever take
them away from her.
This was an interesting concept that we hadn't heard before. Maybe if she showed her babies off, she
would get the attention and possible partner she was after.

We had a phone call from a customer the other day, who asked if we had seen the latest song from The 'Black Eyed Peas' pop group, whose female lead singer has now gone solo. We had seen the latest song by her over the Christmas period, as well as the one of her other ones about 'Lady Lumps'. The general consensus was that she was teasing men to the n'th degree, saying 'have a good look at what women's bodies have, but don't even think about about touching'. The caller went on to talk about the frustration these videos caused to those in the tv category, as this woman seemed to be implying that women have all the good body parts, and men have the 'rubbish'. Maybe she needs a slap? Anyway, by the time we are finished with our female body parts collection, we should have a good answer to her female body bits.

Here is a picture hot off the press
from a new croptop owner. Looks
like Suzii is ready for some upmarket
clubbing in the West End. I think
she might be getting a call from
Hello magazine just about now.
Don't forget to get your home nice
and tidy, in case they want shots of
different outfits in different rooms.
Then you'll be able to walk about
with your nose in the air next time
you are invited an A list party with
that Victoria Beckham in attendance.
And don't forget to practice your

Oct 07
We made some comments somewhere about the years slipping by and the subject of regrets. We have had several discussions with people on this subject, and the general consensus is that everyone has them, but some more than others. The worst regrets are from people who have had plenty of opportunities to enjoy their hobby to a fuller extent, but have put this enjoyment off for a later date, only to find that circumstances change in life, making it more awkward for one reason or another. Some people experience health or family issues which also can cause complications. The young definitely are in the lucky seats, with the web information/mutual groups these days, and the way products/services have moved forwards and more in the the open. Where will things be in 10 years time?

Steve and I have been having a chat about the world in general, and how it effects his situations that he launches himself into. We agreed that the whole world is full over voyeurs, both young and old.

He said that he has been thinking about this a lot since he has been strutting his stuff in the last year or two. We really feel sorry for some groups of people, like the disabled for example, with all the crap they have to deal with from their own bodies, and on top of all that, they have the general public groping at them, either openly of on the quiet. What a strange world we live in, with so much diversity in all aspects of nature, which makes this planet and it's people a rich part of the galaxy, and yet a person catches a glimpse of something slightly out of the ordinary, and they stare as if an alien has landed.
I can relate directly to this as about 10 years ago I had major back problems. This caused me to walk with a slight limp for about 6 months. I became very aware of how the general public were looking me up and down as I walked by. It got to the stage that I almost wanted to go up to the 'big lookers' to explain to them that it was just a back problem, and not permanent.
People are very intolerant to anything which is remotely 'unnormal'.

Here are some more scribblings from Steve
I am still having fantastic (for me) outings, and although this might sound corny, these have made my life more complete. I used to dream about being able to more free in this modern world, but had resigned myself to the fact that this remains a fantasy to be permanently stored in my small mind. People who know me still think that I do what I do to shock people. It does stop some people in their tracks, but this is down to their own reactions to unusual human images.

I don't know whether anyone else has superstitions, I do have a little ritual before I leave my car and head off. I throw some money under my car to 'the gods' so that I wont end up with some form of disaster while doing the rounds.
So far it has worked. I have met 2 people I know while 'out' and wearing everything I normally do except heels.
The first one was when I was in the high street. They spotted me and called me over. Fortunately I had a thick coat on because of the cold weather, and used my hands in my pockets to disguise my lady lumps. I was praying they wouldn't have something to show me and hand it over, as my painted fingernails would have been tiny giveaway. Luckily they didn't, and I made my excuses and headed back to my car at the first opportunity.
The second was when I was in Sainsbury supermarket, and I saw someone a little way up the isle that I knew well through a friend. I followed her for a while, but then chicken out incase she turned back to get something (she knew people who knew my boss so the risk was greater than the excitement.

Some of the experiences which stick out for me are the following:
I was parked up in a multi story car park. I have my boobs exposed as I hadn't yet put a coat on to leave the car. A woman was parked next to me, nose to tail;. She got our of her car, went to get something from the boot, and came back to the drivers door, and obviously noticed me as she let out a very loud 'blimmmeey!'. I looked away and had a good quiet chuckle to myself, and she was very prim and properly dressed, and this was probably the biggest 'swear' word she knew. That was a great moment, and just shows that even in a car you have to be careful as people can see a lot more of you than you think.
B&Q DIY was another great moment. I walked past 2 twin-looking young girls who clocked me early on. As I walked to the next isle, one of them asked her mother, 'why does that lady have a man's head?'
This was a classic line for me to hear, and I still think of it, as they saw me that way around, instead of the other. I suppose as they were so short, my larger female parts were closer to them making their little brains make that decision.

On another occasion in this DIY store, I was looking for something and didn't know if they stocked it. I found one of their staff (miracle) and asked this older guy if they had any. He said, 'follow me' and we ended up walking to almost the other side of this store with me trying to keep up in my heels. He found what I was after, and handed me one. This is what it used to be like in the old days. I am sure (and as normally happens) if I was in full male mode, I would have been told, "try isle 15". I also get this helpful escort response from female staff in various shops. I think that female staff offer extra help as they are intrigued by everything, and what to see/hear more about me, and maybe the male staff I ask are seeing a ‘partial female' and their stereotyping mindset is that they offer more help to 'females'.  
My favourite is asking female staff though, especially in supermarkets. It's great to choose one with frumpy shoes on, when you are dressed in hot pair (puts them to shame). I have lots of idea to act out in this regard. When the next chance arises, I am going to ask a female staff where the tampax are. If she walks me to them, I am going to say that the doctors said that I wouldn't have periods after the op, but they have started (and try and remember to look at her face while telling her). I know it's a bit cruel, but sometimes you just have to do these things when you can.

I'm not sure whose reaction I enjoy most, but children's are great. It seems that when they are about 3, some things in life are still not clear to them.
I was in Toys-r-us, and some young girls had opened a toy box and taken some bits out to play with on the floor. I walked past, and one of them looked me up and down. I could see her brain trying to work me out. I said to her that she was very confused, and she just nodded.
I have had many other great experiences with childrens' reactions. Young girls notice things more quickly than any other group, as they are the most inquisitive. Many a time I have watched them ask they look me up and down, then follow them as they are bursting to tell their mothers about me, but know they mustn't while I am within earshot.
Boys are different, they take everything in with their eyes, very carefully, but don't generally rush back to their parents. They way they look, I am almost certain that many of them will be trying on their mothers/sisters clothes just out of curiosity when they get home, to explore a more sexy look. You can see it in their eyes.
If there is an unexpected increase of new young tv's in my area, I shall have to take the blame

Here are some great photos from Linda in the US.
People who have had a preview of these are after Linda's boobs and her legs. Well, we make the boobs, but unfortunately not the legs (not yet?)

Thanks for that Linda, We'll let you know about the 'other item' in due course

What a year this has been for me, maybe the best so far, certainly on the tv side. I've said this in my earlier pieces on this company's website. I am still trying to work out ways of filming myself, so I can actually look at the images to prove to myself that I was actually there, and to be able to look back at it when I am very old and pooing my pants.
When I look back at what I have done with my boobs and 90% female look, I suppose I was subconsciously determined to be able go to all the places that I was 'not allowed' to go to before, fully dressed.
Well, I must have been into about 100 shops (some many times) with my now normal look, which a great achievement for my 'tv career'. Many of these were on my fully-dressed wish list, and I had really put into permanent storage.
The confidence I have built up while 'dressed' has not only help me fulfil a lifelong fantasy, but has rolled into my normal world as well, which has been very useful.
In fact, I have become so cheeky, I tend to walk into stores, etc as if I own them. This attitude has been the key to being free in 'girlie mode'. And the cheekier I have become, the less people notice me hobbling around in up to 5" stilettos, large breasts with nipples showing slightly, etc (unless I want them to notice).  Speaking of which, when I first started wearing high heels for up to half a day in total, and for a few days at a time, the balls of my feet used to hurt like crazy, as did my knees and ankles, and the cramp was bad at times. I used to have a week or so break to let everything settle down. After a month or so, (being dressed and heeled -up when I had the time off, and in the evenings) the pain disappeared, which was a great pleasure, as I expected it to get worse. It was also interesting to see how human bodies get used to things. After quite a large number of outings as time has gone on, I had to look down to remind myself I was wearing heels, and the noise of the heels disappeared, unless I thought about it.
This leads onto the next point that you get so used to the way you are dressed, that it becomes almost normal to you, and you think almost nothing of it. What I have to keep remembering, is that to other people, my girlie look is brand new to them, although some shops I have been into many times know me well, and to them my girlie look is normal.

Friends think I dress like this shock. It does shock most people who see me, but as I keep trying to explain, I can't get away with this fully dressed in any way whatsoever (except at night during a power failure), so this is my only alternative. One of the best things about this is being able to talk to people in stores, etc, as with normal shopping trips, which is just great. Some of the conversations have been very exciting for me, and I know I am being bad for telling some of people I engage with made-up stories, but it gets addictive, as these breasts have become.

I was in a Tesco supermarket a few months ago. I spotted one of those transvestites in there (aren't they everywhere these days?). Anyway, the make-up was done with a stick, the clothes from some 1960's catalogue, and the wig looked like it was back to front. And to make matters worse, this person was moving about the store like some shy rainmac-flasher. Shoppers in the vicinity were doing the normal sniggering between themselves.  I had a smile to myself - a few years ago, that would have been me, except I would be still sitting in the car, with my legs shaking, waiting for the coast to be clear, and waiting for that blasted power-failure to occur.
Speaking of which, one of my new favourite things is being able to arrive at the carpark of most stores, be able to gather up the bits I need, get out the car and go straight in and start shopping, without having to look around and see who is about and who might clock me and/or try and get over my nerves. This is such a  huge thrill.

These are some of my more memorable moments.
I was in Sainsbury's supermarket quite late one night (about 10pm). I was in a cheeky mood and decided to take a handbag with me, not on display (I'm not that bold..yet), but in a plastic store bag. I grabbed a trolley, tottered around the store which was very quiet, and did some shopping. A while later, I looked over at the tills. There was a young girl sitting there waiting for some shoppers to come to her till, and was obviously bored, as she was reading a book while she waited. I decided to take my bag out of it's bag, stick it on the trolley, and head to her till. I loaded my stuff on the belt, then while she was passing things over the scanner thing, I put my bag on the counter, and put my things into store bags. Then I open my handbag, took out money to pay her, put the change back into it, and headed off. I glanced sideway after a few steps to see her reaction, and she had already gone back to reading her book. I was most offended. Did she see weirdly dressed half male, half female people like me all the time? And I thought I was special…hmm.

I was in the same store a few weeks before at about lunchtime. I did as normal weekly shop, and went to one of the tills. The cashier was an older woman. She noticed my boobs straight away, and came straight to the point "what the story with you then"?, she asked. I said that I had decided to have implants, trying to be as upfront as her. "I can see that", she said, "but what made you get them done". I said that I had always suffered from breast envy and decided to do something about it (this is becoming one of my stock answers). "well, I'd love to have you at one of my dinners, you'd get my friends talking". If she had given me her number I might have had the courage to call her. Now I'll never know.

I went into a large shoe shop chain. I didn't realise that they did from size 1 to size 10, about time, although only in a few styles for the larger sizes. I started looking at some of the boots when one of the sales girls's came over, took a look at me and noticed my long nails (not my clearly defined breasts looking at her). She took hold of one of my hands and started playing with my fingernails while we chatted. I couldn't believe it, this was amazing, my god I thought, I must remember to come back to this shop again. Eventually she noticed the rest of me, and didn't bat an eyelid. Then she wanted to know what style of high heel boot I was after, and couldn't be more helpful in going to the store room a few times to try and find a few boots in size 9. This was a good day and another one that will stay with me till I am very old and dribbling.

I was in Marks and Spencer's, doing yet more shopping. I don't buy many clothes from there as the styles seem old fashioned to me. Anyway, I noticed one of their store detectives had be following me around. I moved to another part of the store, turned a round shortly afterwards and saw him again, fairly close, generally staring at my tits. This was annoying me by this stage. I went up to him and said it might be a good idea if he didn't hassle the customers. He said I would know if he hassled the customers. This annoyed me more. I asked for his name which he didn't give me. I said if he continued to follow me I would complain to the store manager that he was acting like a perv. I never saw him again. And not a moment too soon.

There was another incident that made me think. I was in a store selling most household stuff. There were 2 young girls in there who noticed me, and one had a mobile phone. I then gathered that she was trying to take a picture of me. It must have been that time of the month, because I went up to her and said that if she takes a picture of my private parts without my permission, then I would have to call the police, because that would be a rude thing to do. They seem to disappear down the isles fairly fast after that. I felt that I had done the right thing though, because if I had been following a woman trying to take photos of her boobs, then what would she say. I've had this a few times, when people try to take sneaky photos on their phones. If I am in a funny mood on these days, then I can scare them to death. I can say that if they don't delete the picture of me, I will have to call the police, and they would be arrested and go on the sex offenders register for life and probably end up in the papers as a dirty perv.
We can't do it, so nor can they. They can't have it both ways.

Girls must be getting taller. Earlier this year I was in Boots Chemist - quite a big store, this one, and I was just hobbling around, buy false nails, etc. I saw a really tall girl, who was about my height, me with heels on, her in flats. I went up to her, and asked if she was tired of people saying "aren't you tall?". She smiled (a nice smile) and agreed with me, obviously a regular question to her. She was nice looking, and I asked if she had considered doing modeling for taller girl's clothes. She took this as the compliment it was meant to be, and she got more chatty. My boobs were covered up at the time. She had noticed them when I first went up to her, but she tried not to look. When did you have your boobs done? -she asked. I said that I had had 3 ops to get them this size. This surprised her, by the look on her face. Now I was in my element. These last implants are heavier than I thought they would be though, I said. Yes, I can imagine, she answered.
It is so great being able to interact with people while 'dressed', it takes thing to another level for me.
I was in the shop next door to Boots, one that sold various clothing, household stuff, etc.
I went up to the perfume counter, and asked the attractive girl behind it something or other. She was staring at my rack, so I asked her if she thought they were real. They look real enough to me. I said that they were (they were covered up buy a tight fitting top). She said that she wished hers were

Thanks to June here for sending in
 her first pics of her new friends while
 getting ready for night out on the tiles.
Doesn't look like she has any regrets!