Sparkle like you mean it

I guess I got a bit tarde before I left and didn't update about last years Sparkle. For those who don't know Sparkle is the UKs biggest transgender festival and takes place in Manchester every year in July. I went last year and had a great time. I met up with friends, had a couple of nights out on the tiles and wrote an article for Repartee, a magazine that a friend of mine runs. Sparkle has a number of different events such as live music a volleyball tournament and the headline event Tranny of the Year (Toty).

My nine months in Peru meant that I had no opportunities to get out but I kept myself going by promising that I'd make up for it when I got back to the UK. Even before I returned to the UK I had mailed the Sparkle organisers about entering Toty.

Confirmation came today and I'm in! Wow. Exciting! Not quite sure what to expect yet as no details have been sent out yet but one thing is for sure....it'll make a good couple of blog posts in the near future!

Back in the UK

Wow, everything went quiet for a bit back there didn’t it? I was about to start up a new blog with a clean start but then I got reading this one and realised it would be a shame not to continue. However, then I realised that I had nearly forty posts from way back to 2008, 23 followers and over 36000 hits. 36000. I had to double check as I figured I’d added an extra 0 but no. 36. Thousand. That’s a hell of a lot of hits!

Anyway, even though most of those followers have probably dropped by the way side and the majority of those hits probably came months and months ago, it seemed a little daft to start a new account especially when the goal of this blog was to chart my progress. Sadly, there has not been too much of that since the last post. Those who have dipped into the recesses of the blog will know that back in 2008 I was living with my parents while I was busy job hunting and on the cusp of gaining the independence required to explore my t-shaped world. Sadly, writing this nearly two years later, I find myself in much the same predicament...

I have spent the last 9 months in Peru volunteering. It was my hope that I could dodge the recession while gaining the skills required to finally get that job in London; or Manchester, or Milton Keynes or wherever would take me! Well, it might happen, it might not, but like last time I will make sure that I take whatever opportunities come my way. Yes, I might not be able to explore as fully as I’d like, but I’ll be buggered if I’ll sit on my arse moping about!

New Website

Hi all! I've been teaching myself a wee bit of web designs of late and now have my very own website! :D If you'd like to have a look it can be found at girlversion2.co.uk. Please let me know any thouhts and comments you have.

aimee

Modeling

Hello everyone, I guess I should apologise for not having updated here for a while. I've had a few people commenting that they've enjoyed my blog and asking me to update, and I know alot of people on various networking sites read this before or after contacting me to find out more about me. I don't wish this post to be an exhausting update of the last x-months so I'll tell you about the most significant thing thats happened in that time. ^^

As many of you may have noticed, I enjoy taking photo's very much, but what is even more fun is when other people take photos of me! I've been talking to a photogropher friend for a couple of years I guess who I met on one of the tg sites. He'd had a standing offer for me to visit for some time, but I've always been a little shy to go to peoples houses or what-not for a first meet, and unfortunatly he lived a little too far away for a day trip. However I managed to bump into him at Sparkle this year and found out that he was a lovely, genuine guy. So a month or so ago I decided to take him up on his offer to do a photo shoot.

I origonally intended to stay just the one night but ended up having so much fun that I stayed for three! Him and his gf were very hostpitable and made me feel very welcome. We managed to take a few hundred photos and try out several outfits during the four days. At the moment I'm out of the country for the next few months but I'm hoping that when I come back to the UK I can get more experience of modeling.

Pony Play

Probably my biggest kink, the thing that underlines all others, is the idea of being trained and conditioned by another person. I love the idea of being controlled and making people take pride in how well I have been trained. That being so, it is maybe not so surprising that I have always been fascinated by puppy and pony play.

Pony play is something I've always wanted to try since I was first came across some pics in my teens. However I never actually thought I would get the oppertunity. to try it for myself . It looksed so difficult to organise with all the complicated gear and relied on having a trainer or somone to play with. To me, puppy/kitty play seemed the most do-able for at least it was something you could do by yourself.

A few months ago I heard about a pony event happening in the North West and decided to go along. I was fortunate that I had swapped some emails with a Pony Trainer who was attending so I had somone to meet up with and take care of me. Also I went to the local munch a few days earlier and met somone who was going and who agreed to give me a lift so it made me less nervous about just turning up although I was still a bit worried that i might end up just standing around.

The event took place in a large disused factory that proved to be an excellent venue. A track with 3 lanes of maybe 40-50 metres stretched down the lenth of the hall with a circular track branching out on one side. In the centre of the ring was a pony walker, a wheel with four ropes coming around that ponies could be tied to an excercised. There was a very good turn out with several other pony girls around as well as trainers, and other people helping out and running the event.

After getting changed I went and met up with my trainer. A very nice man called Sir Guy. He helped fit me into a harness, placed and bit in my mouth and bound my arms behind me back before leading me to a sulkee. I sulkee is a low cart for a rider to sit in with two struts that came out that can either be held by the pony, or, as happened in my place, they could be tied to the ponies harness and pulled along that way.

I slipped quite quickly into pony mode, letting myself be guided and trained by Sir Guy. He took me around the hall and gradually i got used to being led around by the ropes pulling on my bit. We had a couple of experimental runs down the sprint lane to get warmed up before I was tied to the training wheel while Sir Guy delt with another pony girl. I was on the pony walker for...well I don't know how long, maybe thirty, fourty minutes left walking around. However I don't think I minded in the slightest, it was nice just to let go and be a pony and to follow any instructions given to me to change my speed or stop.

Before lunch Sir Guy hooked me and the other girl he was training up to a custom made chariot and we gave that a spin. I really enjoyed having a pony sister to work with. As we cantered around I made sure to time my hoof steps to hers and I was told that we looked very pretty racing around. :)

We had a bried break for lunch after that. It took me a few minutes again to be able to talk again, and I was very sad to leave pony mode. After lunch we had some competitions against the other ponies, sprinting, running a lap around the track, and doing a assault course. I was quite tired from the excertions in the morning and tried my hardest in the event and managed to get to rosets for finishing second in two of the events :)

Coming Out (a little more)

Well it's been too long since my last update so I'll just spend a little time bringing you up to date with how things are going currently. In the last month I've been getting increasingly comfortable with myself as transgender and as a subbie and even told my mum that I was TG!

It had been something I had been meaning to do for a while but it never seemed to be the right time to do it. I would by lying if I said that the opportunity had never presented itself before, it had, but it was always easier to crack a joke, or make an excuse and walk away then to come out with it.

Alot of my friends seem to have been coming out to their parents or otherwise moving on in life as tg and to be honest I was worried that I would get left behind. At times I felt like a bit of a fake, claiming I was tg without ever having the courage to do anything about it. One of my friends (who recently had her op herself) seemed to ask me if I'd come out to my mum at the start of every conversation. Maybe I told my mum just to get this girl off my case :)

It's all really the fault of mascara. I have quite light eye lashes, and so, even with extensive scrubbing it seems that the mascara stains my lashes if i put too much on. I'd come back a few times and tried to ignore/avoid my parents' questions as best as I could. Anyway I came back one day with someone on and my mum (eagle eyed as she is) noticed. I forget her exact words but it was something like "Is there something you want to tell me?"

I thought "What the hell?" and decided that it was better to tell her now. I think it was a bit of a curve ball really. If I'd told her I was gay I think she would have taken it in her stride, but when I told her I was tg she was like "so what does that mean?"

What does it mean? I don't really know to be honest and when I try to explain things like that I always end up tying myself in knots. I managed to muddle though some hope but I still don't think it's settled in for her. I showed her a picture of my dressed and she said I looked very pretty which was nice :)

Not really sure what to make of it at the moment. She asked a couple of questions over the next few days and interrogated my brother a bit after I told her he knew about it, but over the last couple of weeks she's not said very much. Still, better that she knows as it gives me a little more freedom hopefully and I feel that I'm not a closet cowering cross dresser.

Sub-Space

Well my hopes to bring my blog up to date in one quick stroke didn't seem to work so I'd better make as least one more (if not two more) posts before even more exciting things happen!

So after attending a big t-gurl event in February and the local Munch the week after I decided I wanted to go to BDSM event and see if I could explore things further. I'd heard a few people mention Club Lash, a fetish event that takes place once a month in Manchester.


I asked around if anyone for the local munch were thinking of going, a couple were and six very kindly offered to make a weekend of it and share a room with me. So on the Friday we hopped on a train and spent the afternoon doing one of my favorite things....shopping!

The theme for the even was Carnival and six decided that we were to have themed outfits. She would wear a black and purple ensamble and I would go for one in pink and black, which of course, matched perfectly with my collar :)

A number of hours later and beset by sore feet we made it made it back to our hotel room and have the luxury of a little over an hour to get ready before we met some others at a bar -supposedly- nearby.

Well here is my outfit more or less. I normally have to take a dozen photos before I get a good one and unfortunately we didn't have time to take that many. But at least you see that I'm not always the svelte seductress that I sometimes appear in my immaculately staged pictures.

Before going to the club we had to meet a few friends, and so, for the first time I ventured out dressed in public. Thankfully it was dark and considering the side of Manchester we were on no one seemed to look to closely at me. Anyway, I was more than happy to walk down the road although given my lack of heel-walking experience I wish the bar had been closer. Not to mention somewhat nicer....but anyway, this isn't a bar review and the important thing is that we made it to the club.

I always find it helps to not allow your expectations to get too carried away, and although the place was really nice and I had a great time it wasn't the nocturnal debauch fest that I might have been forgiven for expecting. There was a small bar area, a decent sized dance floor, a couple of corridors, and then of course the dungeon. All together it was more than enough to keep me entertained. *grins*

I also a knew a few other people who were going there, so I felt I knew enough people there that I wasn't standing in a corner by myself. Not that that would have ever happened with six with me of course. I was still quite shy though and so didn't really approach anyone that I didn't already know. Something to work on next time perhaps. One of the people who I knew there was Rachel who, if you've read some of my previous blogs you will know, I had played a bit with previously...more on that later though...

After having a few double voddies and coke my confidence appeared to creep up a little and when someone observed that it was a pity my collar did not have a leash I promptly pulled one out of my purse which I had been saving for such an occasion...

The next hour or two seemed to get a little blurred. With different people holding my leash I felt myself grow increasingly submissive and suggestible. I say it was down to the leash but perhaps the voddies and coke helped also. Then somehow I ended up being flogged for, what I'm told, was around an hour.

I remember little of it save someone taking me by my leash and leading me to a wall, sticking my ass out and moving it to the music. There was the repetitive feeling of a flogger hitting me although I don't think I was ever in any real pain, and the occasional intercession by six as she checked if I was alright.

I hope that Rachel enjoyed herself as much as I did. Everything seemed to evaporate into a blissful state that six calls "sub space". Apparently its quite a common experience for submissive's and certainly seems to be one of the perks of the position. The only worrying thing perhaps is that while I was in that state I think I would have allowed anyone to do almost anything to me. Very strange but not the less enjoyable.