I have not written on here for a while because I am now back taking the sex change hormones and doing crazy stuff looking for hard and horrible men via another website, describing myself as an elegant, well dressed satin lingerie and stocking wearing transvestite. Hopefully this story is O.K as it is the truthful account of a recent begun relationship with a very ugly bearded man, ugly in every sense, but a man who’s ugly...

I was a young man back in the early 1980s, five feet four, skinny, wearing my blonde hair shoulder length and some make up. I also wore tight blue denim stretch jeans. Add to that, Portsmouth was a dangerous place with. So maybe I was asking for it, walking around the old High Street area, shamelessly a posh upper middle class student with a purse worth stealing. Trouble was, I was a transvestite, wearing blue silk pantie...