The Liebster Award - By Cassie

So the lovely Nicolette at Just Nicolette gave us the Liebster Award tag. Now I will be honest, I didn't know what this was until I read her post, and now I am grateful for the chance to get involved with this tag. Now seeing as this blog is a collaboration with Scarlett, I'll do this one and if Scarlett can make time to do her own then you will get two, but for now it's just me Cassie.

The rules are list 11 random facts about yourself. Answer the 11 questions the person who nominated you asked, nominate 11 people of your own, and ask them 11 questions. (Also let the 11 people know).

So here it goes. Cassie's Random facts

1. My Blogging Alter Ego Cassie is not known to many people that know me

2. I never wear matching socks

3. The First time I ever dressed up fully as Cassie was aged 14. Full wig and make up. I was skinny then and I envy myself now.

4. Only 5 people who see me on a regular basis know about Cassie, the rest of the people are internet people I have met through blogging and Twitter.

5. I use to shave my legs throughout high school and nobody noticed.

6. My Celebrity Crush was Micheala Strachan

7. I accidentally took and wore a womans Dorothy Perkins coat home from a party and never noticed for weeks.

8. I use to wear a skirt in private almost every night after school when my parents were at work

9. When I was 15 I had a myspace account as Cassie that is still out there somewhere

10. I told a girlfriend about my crossdressing aged 19 and she dumped me because she didn't like the fact I looked like her sister (TRUE STORY!)

11. I am a lazy Crossdresser in my 20s

So there are some random facts about Cassie.

Here are the Blogs I nominate for this Tag/Award

1.   Thou Shall Not Covert : http://thoushaltnotcovet.net/

2.   Beauty in Beta : http://beautyinbeta.co.uk/

3.   Wanting to be a domestic goddess : http://wantingtobeadomesticgoddess.blogspot.co.uk/

4.   Nickie Kinickie : http://www.nickikinickie.co.uk/

5.   Eat Read Glam : http://eatreadglam.wordpress.com/

6.   Wander Lynn : http://www.wanderlyn.com/

7.   Simply Roxilicious http://simplyroxilicious.blogspot.co.uk/

8.   4eva Fashion Princess http://www.4evafashionprincessmonthly.com/

9.   Hayley Squibb http://squibbvicious.com/

10. Aine Beauty http://ainebeauty.blogspot.co.uk/

11. Paint Potted http://www.paintpotted.co.uk/

So Now here are the Q's I have to answer

1. What would you need to have on a long flight?
- I would need some kind of device that plays video. I need to watch a film, box set or something to keep my entertained. I find it difficult to read on the plane as it makes me feel sick, so I can watch hours of tv and film

2. If you had a talk show what would it be called?
- It would be called "Cassie's Corner!" and I would be dressed like Lois Lane trying to get to the bottom of everything

3. Season of Choice?
- Winter! I love Christmas and wrapping up warm. In Cassie mode I get to wear the thermal tights and winter coats

4. Favourite Film?
- Too Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar (1995) This film made me want to become a Drag Queen! I Still fancy Chi Chi

5. If you had a choice to rename yourself what would it be?
- Well seeing as Cassie isn't my real name I would choose that 

6. Dream date?
- Any type of date with Lucinda Rhodes! She is a gem 

7. Any pets?
- No, My Housemate is a allergic to animals and fun

8. Any advice you would give your younger self?
- Never be afraid of unleashing your inner woman! There are more people like you out there

9. If you could live in a fictional world which would it be?
- I would live on Wisteria Lane (from Desperate Housewives) and be that Guy who dresses as a woman, WHAT A STORY LINE!! 

10. Go to makeup?
- Any type of Lipstick. I need lippy to feel better

11. And you won't leave the house without...?
- I would never leave the house, as Cassie, with my make up bag, as I need to keep the make up good or the man underneath ruins the illusion!

So, there you go, my Q's are Answered. I hope they were good enough. Now here are the 11 Q's for others to answer. I don't think you are obliged to answer them, but I am just following the rules, and I am a stickler for the rules.

1. Who was your first Celeb Crush?

2. Who would you like to be for 24hrs?

3. Do you remember your first kiss?

4. What Song could you listen to on repeat 24/7

5. Skirts or Trousers?

6. What celeb do you look like?

7. Have you ever been attracted to a member of the same sex?

8. What would you do if you caught your partner wearing your clothes?

9. Fav Movie?

10. Style Icon?

11. Why do you Blog?

Now, Hope to hear back from you.

Cassie xoxoxo

Insta-Woman

Hey All, Cassie here! I have been the worst blogger in the world. Whilst Scarlett has been blogging crazy about her ultra interesting love life and trials and tribulations of it, I have been spending the past few weeks getting over my Cassie Night out with spending time away from the heels and time with the family (many whom are still oblivious to the fact I have an eyelash curler in my man bag!)...........(I don't have a man bag)

So Christmas was extremely fun, I love spending time with my family and friends and even though not one bit of make up touched my face, I was still extremely happy. Which is nice, because I know some people with my hobby out there struggle to stay happy out of the Alter Ego. But for me, I was happy to step back from Cassie and be myself without any worries.

But now, a few days and copious amount of alcohol later I am getting back into the swing of daily life. Today was the first day I was back in my flat, minus house mate who is still on Xmas duty, and the first day I could sit back and relax.

So how did I relax? well I couldn't be bothered to glam up, I am still sporting Xmas stubble at the moment, so instead I decided to do some creative photo shopping of myself using Instagram and some fancy editing.
Which means I put Cassie's head on a models body for shits and giggles. Hence creating the perfect Cassie!

Cassie The Virtual Model

Why did I do this? Boredom and Creativity. Becoming Cassie is more about being creative rather than a sexual thing. I enjoy creating an image of femininity that I can never achieve.

So that's my Saturday! How was your Christmas?

Speak to you soon
Cassie xxx

PS. Sorry for the boring post xxx

The perils of blogging

I've been blogging now for about 2 months, and have really enjoyed the responses all the posts have received.

As a blogger it is quite normal to just blast out a post in 10 minutes while you're 'in the moment' and it quickly gets posted onto various social networks for all to read.  The thing about that is, I often don't think about who is actually reading my stuff.

With a blog of this nature (quite personal) you make a decision to effectively publicise your life to the world, and now I'm on a proverbial roll I don't want to (nor think I should) stop.  My life, chaotic as it may be, is 'out there' for anyone to read.  So what have I learnt so far in my short blogging career thus far?

1.  People find it quite amusing to read.  I'm still not sure if the people I know who make these commets laugh at me or with me (!) but I like to think they're enjoying the writing none-the-less.

2.  Ex boyfriends are actively reading my blog.  A fact I am now used to, but found quite bizzarre when confronted with an ex a few weeks ago on a night out.  he asked me if the 'commitment phobe' post was about him?!  (NO, was the answer of course!)  I dated this guy briefly about 10,000 years ago and to his dis-credit he was a commitment phobe, but it's all so far in the past that I wouldn't have even related the two!
(Feel at this point I should do a shout out to this guy, who I hope enjoys this post and doesn't take my comments to heart!)

3. Ex boyfriends whom I DO write about often read too much into the content and don't appreciate the humour of the situation!  For my first ever post I wrote about a more recent ex whom I have been doing the 'are we aren't we' dance with for the past few months.  It was only a small thing, and in no way offensive or angry, yet I received a message off him saying 'I read your blog (just curious) and saw a few things that made me think you may be p****d at me?"

4.  Potential new dates read my blog.  A fact I thought I was comfortable with (and largely I am), but recently I've received a few strange, out of the blue messages from guys who I thought were relatively classy.

A real life example is as follows:
Guy:  Hey commitment phobe ;)   - a nod to my post about me being a commitment phobe also!
Me: So I see you read my blog.  What do you think?
Guy: I think it's great, very funny.  
Me: Thanks, I enjoy writing it!
Guy:  Can I ask you a personal question?
Me: Go on...
Guy:  How sexually adventurous are you?
Me: I've never even met you before...that's a little bit forward really!!

So you see, this guy felt he already knew me just through way of reading my blog.
Trouble is, his perception of me was misplaced.  Yes.  I blog about dating, my lovelife and the many many car crash encounters I have with the opposite sex.
The only difference between me and lots of single girls is the fact I blog about my expereinces (good and bad!) but that doesn't make me any more adventurous in the bedroom, or some kind of maneater!

5.  I will contine to blog EVEN if I do get into a relationship.  And whoever I finally end up with will just have to deal with that!  Besides, the right guy will love me and my writing!

So here's to a very merry Christmas and may the New Year bring with it lots of interesting things to write about!

Enjoy yourselves!

Scarlett
xoxo

Christmas Do's (and don'ts!)

It's been a while since I've written a blog post.  This has been partly down to it being the busy festive season, and partly because it has taken me this long to actually recover from the shameful event that was My Works Christmas Do.

Now, people who know me know I am nothing if not a massive advocate of the festive season.  So far you've heard about my adult advent, christmas jumper love and, more recently defending Christmas spirit to a very narrow minded bah humbug!  So it will probably come as no surprise to learn that I was a teensy bit excited about my works do this year.

Rather than go through the whole sordid affair in it's shameful entirety, I thought it more practical (and helpful) to put out my words of wisdom and warning to you, my lovely readers, and hope and pray that you take heed of the message:

10 Christmas Don'ts of the works Christmas Do.

1. Don't pre drink before the party even starts.  Yes, it is cold outside.  Yes, alcohol doubles up as an invisible blanket...but seriously; in the long run it can only do bad things.

2. Don't wear a strapless dress that doesn't quite fit you 'just because it's gorgeous.'  I had a cute sparkly number (see below) but by the end of the night it was round my waist (or so I am told - oh the shame).

3. Don't make 'an executive decision' to replace food with table wine.  Yes, the bar may be expensive but the food is kinda there to help line your stomach (and yes I know I sound like your mother).

4. Don't sit next to your boss at the dinner table (especially if you've been enjoying a mild flirtation with him the past few months).  Your colleagues will only make snide comments the next morning, fuelled by....

5.  The fact you start holding hands on the table, and then decide to walk to the bar in this manner also (for the entire workplace to see).  Major don't.

6. Don't assume that 'just because you're leaving' it's ok to behave in this way.  This is meant to be your swansong...not an apoloclypse of embarrasment.  Nobody wants to see you busting a move to One Direction or twerking very badly to Lady Gaga.

7. On that note, don't get over confident about your dancing 'abilities.'  I vaguely recall (and of course was reminded) how I continued to buy glasses of wine only to drop them minutes later whilst mid-way through one of my many dance routines.  Twerking over smashed glass is not a good look.

8.  Don't take advantage of any of the 'novelties' the party may have to offer.  My work put on fairground amusements.  Once I had got past the point of no return, I (was told I) was 'found' by work colleagues in a dodgem car and, unable to move forward due to wine intake I was spinning in a drunken circle (with a bottle of table wine between my legs and a crushed cigarette behind my ear).  Absolutley. Mortifying.

9. Don't become a 3 o clock princess.  As the old saying goes:  You wouldn't leave the house looking like sh**, so why go home looking like sh**?   These words have been haunting me ever since.

10.  Don't ask people to help you out with your memory of the night.  Ok, so you dialled your ex a few times.  Big deal.  Don't bother asking him 'exactly what occured' because you'll probably get an exaggerated truth.
Similary, don't have an overtly gay and nosy best friend from work who waits for you to get into the office the next day (only 3 hours late) and pounces on you with a barrage of information to piece together the entire evening in its awfulness.  It will quickly transpire that, atcually you were a LOT worse than you thought.

So, by now you will probably have reached your own conclusion that I am a maniac at Christmas.  You wouldn't be wrong.
But as shameful as my behaviour was; if it saves just one poor soul from suffering like I have, it will be worth the angst it took to write it!

Merry Christmas Beauts

Scarlett

xoxox

The unwelcome Ghost of my Christmas past

I’d like to think I’m a pretty good judge of character.  A spattering of good friends and bad experiences in my 29 years has contributed towards that.

But recently, as you may have read; I’ve been less than useless at seeing things for how they actually are.

Case studies to support this:

• Date with a commitment phobic whom I didn’t think was a commitment phobic (!)
• Date with a guy I didn’t realise was a date (Yes. I am that stupid)

And lastly….the following huge human error which I really should have foreseen.

I’m calling it the friend zone trick, and it goes a little something like this:

An old school friend got back in touch a few weeks ago.  He’s back in the area – would I care to meet up for a good ol’ chinwag and a cuppa coffee?

Of course I’m not going to say no.  For 1) I like to think I’m polite in my old age, and 2) He was a good friend once upon a time.  A little school-day-reminiscing-over-coffee as adults is something I love to do (mainly due to my weirdly good memory!).

So I’m sat in Starbucks with my fluffy pink Xmas hat on, being told I look like a ‘nordic Christmas elf’ by a suspicious looking fellow across from me, when he walks in.

To protect his giant ego, I’ll refer to him as Rod  (Rod is a name reminiscent of a pervy guy with a motive, I think.  Apologies to any Rod’s whom may be reading and are perfectly lovely and without agenda).

It all starts off as usual.  “You look nice.  How have you been” etc etc.  I’m not seeing any warning signs as we get re-acquainted after 4 years. 

Then he suddenly gets my back up by uttering my least favourite sentence EVER.  So I’m telling him about my Christmas plans, and how excited I am about the big day, and he leans over, pulls off my lovely warm pink santa hat and goes “Don’t care for Christmas.  I don’t get the big deal.  It’s just another day.”

Appalled and hat-less, I decide that I have had quite enough of bah-humbug men this side of December, and launch into an attack on his hatred of my favourite time of year (bar Summer).

Our argument was along the lines of:

Me: “I love that warm fuzzy feeling I get when I’m walking in the cold and see Christmas lights”

Him: “But why do you celebrate Christmas?  You can get that feeling every day of the year.”

Me: “I know, and I try to create little moments of warm fuzziness every day anyway (he so hasn’t read my blog!) but Christmas is one time of year everyone (well everyone apart from you and the other humbugs I met) universally feel the same way.  People are politer, friends want to catch up for winter drinks” blah blah (I throw out all of my usual examples, but alas, he is having none of it).”

Him: “I bet you have a Christmas jumper to go with that daft hat….”

Me: “Yes, I have two actually and aiming for a 3^rd this weekend.  In fact (just to rile him further) I’m sewing decorations onto my jumper, and bells…lots of bells, so I literally am Christmas!”

Him: (Scoffs) “that’s ridiculous.  You’ll have to send me a picture and give me a good laugh.”

At this point I just gave up.  But the anger that I felt was palpable.   I felt like a crusader of Christmas.  Defending the rights of all the people out there who LOVE Christmas.

Rod, sensing my annoyance, swiftly changes the subject to relationships.  Oh goody, I think.  Something I know nothing about!

It’s at this exact point I start to realise he may have an ulterior motive to this last minute ‘catch up.’

There were signs.  Gaudy flashing red light signs (and not the Christmas light type!).

Signs a guy (well, a guy like Rod) wants to take you out of the friend zone:

1. He tells you he misses the companionship of a relationship AND describes how he’D treat a girl if he was with her (I’m not talking vague conceptual stuff, I’m talking graphic DVD nights, bottles of wine, snuggles- the whole shebang)
2. He says you look really pretty (even though you don’t really, to be honest)
3. He tries to maintain eye contact even when walking away from you (Seriously, this guy had a remarkable knack of turning his neck 180 degrees.  He was like a bloody barn owl).
4. You attempt to leave a myriad of ways and he refutes them all:

“I’ve gotta go, I have some shopping to do.” – Most men would take that hint if it’s said enough times, but not the Rod’s of this world: “Oh, I’ll tag along with you!”  (Even though he was arguing only minutes ago how much he hated shopping!)

5. He tries to tag along with you whilst you dive into Primark.
6. You eventually get rid of him by using the least believable excuse uttered by anyone ever:  “I’m sorry, but I get really nervous when I shop with another person.  I like to just be alone while I browse…helps me keep a clear head with the whole decision making process, otherwise I get buyers remorse.”

Yes…this actually worked!  Maybe he just didn’t understand what I was saying, blowing his brain with basic level marketing speak!

Before I forget, the very last (but most crucial) sign a guy like Rod is interested is thus:

As you watch them walk out (and, weirdly, they watch you; with their boneless neck swivelling round like a horror movie) suddenly everything feels safe again.

You probably relax a little, but no sooner has he left, neck and all, that you reach for your phone to be faced with a ‘goodbye’ text.  (How did he send a text so quickly?  Maybe he wrote it out before you met?!)

And even though you know you gave them 10% at most of your full potential as a human being, they rave about having ‘an amazing time and would love to do it again at the weekend!’

I have only one reply to that:

“If that’s what you a good time, then it’s no wonder you’ve set yourself up for a miserable Christmas!  Yours respectfully – Christmas Crusader.”

Till next time

Scarlett

xoxo

Facebook gets my clock ticking

New Year.  A time to reflect (and get drunk doing so!)

Every year I feel the collosal build up to New Years Eve looming ever closer.  Every year I tell myself 'next year will be different.'  And that, at least, I am always right about.
Of course every new year will bring something different to the proverbial table that is 'my life.'  It is a depressing thought to imagine every year coasting by as mundanely as the last.

I love not knowing what's going to happen next (and that's every day, not just every year!).   Watching so many films makes me a little bit fairy-tale esque in my outlook on life.  Like Christmas for example; there are so many idealistic catchphrases we tell ourselves just to maintain an air of devout Christmas-ness:

"It's a magical time and anything could happen!" (well, why hasn't it happened before now?)

"At Christmas, you tell the truth!" (Yes, I got this one from Love Actually)

And new Years is much the same:

"Next year will be MY year!"  (Said every damn year, without fail.  Whilst slurring)
  "Something amazing is waiting to happen next year...I can feel it!" (No, no you can't.  That's just the champagne you swigged down 4 hours ago, waiting to come back up)

I'm naming it the 'what if' factor, and actually, if we lived like this every day of every year, we'd probably have a much more positive outlook on life.  That excitement of not knowing what will happen next is something that terrifies some of us, but we all do it with New Year.
And why?  Why at the end of 365 days is there this huge build up in which we culminate all of our past 12 months into 'highlights' and 'lowlights?'

Facebook is my personal favourite.  Yesterday i received an option to 'view my year.'
'Great' I thought.  'Let's take a peek at my social media highlights captured in a timeline.'

Now I don't know how facebook decides what constitutes a highlight, but apart from a picture of me graduating at the start of the year, and getting that Marketing job I'd been after for ages, I was left a little disappointed (and I thought my social media life was exciting?!)

• One relationship beginning...and ending.  (Ew that was a mistake!  Hide from timeline)

• One job ending and another beginning (makes me look a teensy bit flaky...hide from timeline)

• A friend stuffing a huge Easter Egg into her mouth whilst at her desk (Yes. Brilliant. Keep it.)

So what to do with my social media New Year gallery?  Well, I've an option to share it at any time from now until the clock strikes midnight.  But I figured; the year's not over yet is it?
Just because Christmas is almost here and I'm feeling the momentous build up and singing Mariah Carey 'all I want for Christmas is you...' doesn't mean that's it.

There could be a monumental, life changing, um, change which happens to me before then...and (God forbid) if I share my year with everyone RIGHT. THIS. SECOND it will be missed out (and that will ruin my year unequivocally!)

So I'm waiting, just like the rest of us...for a Christmas miracle!  Because let's face it; you never, ever know what's going to happen.

Till next time

Scarlett
xoxo

The non-date phenomenon

Whilst Cassie has been embracing the transvestive luvvy nightlife over Chrstmas, I have had another one of 'those' weekends involving the non-cross dressing male species.

It goes a little something like this:
Last weekend I stated categorically (can't lie...it's all in the blog) that I was DONE with dating for the time being.  My poor eyes could not take any more humiliation tears and my ears were sick of listening to Muse.

What I forgot to tell you lovely #Bbloggers was that, in fact, during my (embarassingly) short lived 'relationship' with fellow commitment phobe (whom I am now in a comfortable friend zone with) I actually commited a cardinal relationship sin and gave out my number to another guy!
Now, before you unfollow in disgust and slam shut the laptop....let me just try and redeem myself by telling you that
a) I AM a commitment phobe and
b) I genuinely just thought he was someone I could be friends with (I have tonnes of male friends I met in this random manner - I do!!)

So I gave my digits out with no more thought to it, and a few days later I received a text from this guy; let's call him Tom.
We got along on text, all the right 'banter' was there, and I felt my intellectual tick box was, well, ticked.  I also remember pointing at him before he spoke to me and my (impossibly pretty) sister shouting "He looks like Harry Styles!"
So a casual meet up was arranged for Saturday, and I literally put so little thought into it all that I ended up roaming the city prior to this wearing a red tartan skirt and a seriously mis-matched christmas jumper (but who cares...it wasn't a date, right?)

Plus, one BIG deciding factor in my head that this couldn't possibly be an actual date was that, at 19, he was 10 years my junior!  So unless he was some weird cougar hunter I was safe.
I waited in my chosen pub with a glass of (foul) mulled wine, without any nerves or preconceptions.

When he walked in, I saw that actually, he was just as cute as I remembered (still stopping myself from thinking anything more than 'I want to put you in my pocket and just carry you around!'

To cut a long story short and save you from the kind of dialogue I myself detest as a big fat pessimist when it comes to the mushy stuff; I had a GREAT time!  It only occured to me when he gave me his coat to wear when I got cold (classic) and put his arms round me, that this may actually be a date!

Funnily enough the fact I hadn't thought it would or could be made me totally at ease.  And when he kissed me before I left for babysitting duties that evening it felt quite surreal.
We sat in Cafe Nerro and did what I love most on a lazy Saturday: People watching.  It's like a catwalk of crazy and 'seriously, did she get dressed in the dark?!'  Tom also pointed out a few potential 'serial killers' which made me attractively snort white chocolate mocha out of my nose and onto my tartan skirt.

So, what's happening next for me and Tom?  Well, let's just say a second date was arranged within an hour of meeting, and we will be hosting a Christmas jumper making contest (see previous blog for the inspiration) and making mulled wine from  scratch at his!

It's all lovely, cute and pretty perfect right now....but don't worry, I'm old enough and ugly enough to be on my guard a little.  But hey, it is Christmas after all, and maybe sometimes us commitment phobes have to throw away the checklist and just let it happen.

Before I bid you all farewell, let me just add that (rest assured) I will keep you updated with this one!  And a huge shout out to 'Tom' for giving permission to me to write this....see, how cool is that?!  (he may regret if all goes belly up!)

Till next time
(feeling that Xmas spirit)
Scarlett
xoxox

#CassieNightOut = WOW

So this weekend I had my annual Tranny night out in Bristol with a good friend of mine who also dabbles in the art of dressing as a woman for no other reason other than to look fabulous. I refer to her as Miss X as she is someone who is very secretive about herself alter ego and real life persona. Much like myself, I prefer to keep them far apart as not to cause unnecessary problems.

Anyway Miss X and I (Cassie) have been to Bristol to meet up with other "T Girls" for the past 2 years. This being the 3rd time I felt comfortable and excited to completely leave my male self at home and venture out as Cassie without any worries about work the following week etc etc.
First off Me and Miss X had a little road trip to the hotel and it was a strange trip as it was pretty much 2 guys talking about Mandela, The Football, Ps4 and what heels we had to wear out that night. We even had Miss X's wife (yes she is married with a 5 year old) on the phone saying Miss X had left behind her eyelash curler!. Listening to Miss X talk to her wife about such thing reminded me how little people know about Crossdressers and some Transvestites. I will get back to this later.

Anyway after hours of driving we got to the Hotel, hit the pub for food and pints and checked into the room. The last time the staff will see 2 men enter that room, as the next few hours was like the back stage area of a fashion show. Clothes were flung about, make up tried and tested and removed and reapllied. I wish we were filmed as watched 2 Men, who in my opinion look no different to any other average joe on the street, getting all dragged up and transforming into women is beautiful to watch.

I have been told I resemble Sandra Bullock when dressed as Cassie and Miss X looks increbibly like Holly Willoughby! Seriously She looks ten times better than me, She is beautiful.

So at about 8pm we were ready. We has a Taxi picking us up and we exited the Hotel to some glances from the staff that we laughed off as we had already had a few drinks. The taxi driver didnt batter an eyelid as Me and Miss X sat in the back talking to a friend on the phone who was waiting for us at the venue.

Now this venue is "T Girl" friendly. It is a well established gay hotspot too. Again I have said before I am not a gay man but I have a lot of gay/bisexual friends. It was lovely to see so many familar faces of Transvestites and Transexuals that I have met online over the years.
I was constantly complimented on my dress and legs which is always nice to hear. The night was a riot. Lots of drinking, dancing and chatting commenced.

This was all nearly ruined thanks to a group of football lads who decided to gatecrash the party and act all insecure in their own sexuality. 3 years ago I would have cried and ran from these lads in intimiadation but not friday night. These 4 guys began a fight with some of the T Girls outside the bar which only got nasty when the entire venue turned on these bullies and chased them away from the place. That was the end of it. Or so I thought.

At around 3am Me and Miss X, slightly worse for wear but still looking glamourous, headed to the nearest kebab shop where suprise suprise 2 of the bullies was standing. Looking off his face he spotted us and started hurling abuse from a distance. Now I kept my cool and carried on walking to the taxi rank, but Miss X was having none of it and before I could say "Luis Vuitton" she was confronting the guy and pushing him up against the wall. Now this could have gone badly and sprawled into a big fight but Bristol being a lovely place, a group of girls came over and stuck up for us and once again this bully left sheepishly.

It was nice to see a group of young girls stick up for strangers, expsecially men in a dress, and we all had a laugh at the taxi rank as they were very interested in our life choice. We posed for pics with the girls and no doubt I'll be getting facebook requests from them soon.

Me and Miss X headed back to the hotel and carried on drinking till 7am.! Spent most of Saturday suffering and headed back home in the longest car journey ever! OH and to top the night off, I lost my phone! which isn't a major deal but if anybody finds it, they will find some very strange Male to Female photos on there!

There is more to discuss on my night out, but my head still hurts I can't remember it.

Thanks for reading
Cassie xox

The Christmas Jumper Challenge

So,  today I enter my place of work armed with all intents and purpose of ‘Christmas-izing my colleagues with my loud, cheesy Christmas jumper.

But what went wrong??

I mean sure, I’ve had the odd wink, thumbs up, even a few ‘nice jumper’ comments from a few of the predatory men in my office.  (Let’s face it though, these are the guys who would compliment me on a nice pair of socks).

But it wasn’t enough for me.  Being the attention seeking, outrageous character I turn into during casual Friday at work; I like to stand out from the crowd…..and when the majority of said crowd are also wearing Christmas jumpers which are disappointingly on par with the outrageousness of mine I find it a little, well, outrageous.

So I’ve decided to up the ante.  This weekend I will be customizing my otherwise ordinary jumper and turning it into a festive freak show to delight and inspire people from all over the world (of Christian descent of course) into loving Christmas (and my jumper) – equally.

Being a dab hand with a knitting needle and thread (who knew, the girl can sew!) I’m thinking a makeshift felt tree, baubles sewn across my front and back (so that with a coat on over I resemble the hunchback, sides and front of Notre Dame), some fake snow bobbles, maybe even a sewn on recording device that shouts out Noddy Holder’s famous line “It’s Chriiistmassssss’”every time I press it..

Anyhow, my challenge has been set, and tomorrow (that’s Saturday folks) I will be embarking on a quest to buy lots of cheap and cheerful bits and pieces to bring my dream jumper to life.

The best bit is, I’m stopping over at my sister’s in the evening to perform saintly babysitting duties, so will keep the little blighters busy by setting them an ‘arts and craft’ project before bed time whilst I delegate tasks!  

“Right, you…careful with that tinsel now….” (Welcome to the Christmas work house kids!)

I am an amazing auntie, and pretty soon, people will see me coming down the street and say:  “She looks like Christmas.”

Bless.

I’d love to hear about your Xmas jumpers this year….and I’ll be sure to post up some images of my design!!

Till next time

Scarlett

xoxo

Because at Christmas...you tell the truth!

Here's what I love about Xmas in no particular order:

Snow...or rather the anticipation that it might, might just snow
Christmas jumpers, hats, socks, slippers and (of course) cosy onesie times
Mulled wine on a cold night
The works Xmas do...LOVE the whole thing (especially the free wine!)
The German Christmas food markets....mmmmm!
Ice skating, or even just thinking about ice skating
Xmas shopping!!
Friendships just seem to get better and better this time of year, because it's all about being with the folk that make you smile....awww.

And, just to even the terms for all you Xmas grinches; here is what I (begrudgingly) hate about Xmas time:

The busy-ness of town ALL THE TIME.  Boots is an absolute no-go until at least February.
The amount of weight I put on indulging in all that tasty food
The bitter cold wind that literally takes your breath away
The smug married couples whom wander round snugly and smugly holding hands whilst doing absolutely every christmassy activity  (how, tell me HOW one manages to hold 10 billion shopping bags whilst holding hands!)
The fact that PDA's seem to be everywhere (they probably aren't, but us single folk notice it and silently pretend we don't care whilst weeping into mulled wine)
It is the only time of year I actually want someone special in my life to do that whole 'running in the snow and grand gesture stuff' with!  (can't I just have it over Christmas and have summer to myself?!)

So there you have it folks.  I am secretly a mushy, romantic female in the body of a hopeless commitment phobe.  I'd love to tell you how that works...but it doesn't of course, which is why I am blogging about it!
(plus, let's face it, if I did ever manage to meet my match you wouldn't be able to read about all my 'dramatic' exploits!)

Till next time

Thanks for reading

Scarlett
xoxox

Are YOU a commitment phobe?

So, I've blogged about how to know when you're dating a commitment phobe, but the post got me to thinking; what are commitment phobes actually like?

After compiling a few thoughts (both my own and from across the web) i realised that, whilst I may have dated one...I am actually one myself! (Pot, kettle, black anyone!?).

See how you measure up in the commitment stakes with my handy (and insightful!) checklist:

HOW TO TELL IF YOU'RE A COMMITMENT PHOBE:

You have a long and elaborate mental list of requirements for your ideal partner (but nobody quite matches up to your impossibly high standards).

You go from one short lived 'fling' to the next.

You have a habit of dating 'unavailable' people

You back out of plans at the last minute and have trouble setting a time for dates. (how about Wednesday...no Thursday).

You cultivate large networks of friends at the expense of a single romantic relationship.

You have a lot of relationship trauma in your past.

You sometimes feel emotionally unstable and can't deal with more than one thing at a time (a relationship is always the first thing to go!).

Your career is very important to you and you often choose work over relationships (rationalisation: Work pays me, relationships break my heart).

You constantly blow hot and cold with dates.

You fall quickly for people but it is short lived.

You mock people that are in happy relationships, seeing them as 'trapped' rather than content.

You get scared the minute someone you're dating tries to put a label on 'your relationship' as being, well, a relationship (but you'd probably carry on seeing them if you knew there wasn't going to be any pressure).

You have warped ideas of marriage being like a fairy tale and can't comprehend the mundane elements of being with someone forever (Bills, kids, late nights, early mornings....pah)

On the rare occasion you do open up to someone; if they hurt you, it feels devestating (not just because you liked them so much but because you let your guard down!).

The idea of falling for someone fills you with fear!

So....are YOU a commitment phobe like little old me?  i'd love to hear your thoughts!

Until next time

Scarlett

xoxo

You know you're dating a commitment phobe when....

As you all know, I have been given the gentle nudge into trying to date again.

I'll be honest, the thought didn't exactly thrill me.  I mean, I'm happy as I am.  Don't feel I need another person to 'complete me.'  The term 'other half' makes for cringeworthy images of only being half a person until you meet 'TheOne.'

But, reservations aside; I've been giving it a go (kind of).  And today, I decided to stop.
"Why" you may ask.
Well.   It takes me a lot to like someone.  It's a pretty rare thing for me to actually want to be with someone, or even give it a shot.  But last weekend, I found myself on a date with someone pretty awesome....pretty awesome and also a commitment phobe  (who knew!).  So to ensure none of you lovely #Bbloggers end up (almost) sobbing in front of a guy like some kind of desparado, I've created a unique checklist to spot the traits of the most unfortunate of male types you could deign to date.  This is a pretty raw time to be writing up my latest dating experience but I needed to get it out there and I hope you like it/get it.  ENJOY!

THE COMMITMENT PHOBE

Has a brilliant social life

Is charming, fun and makes you feel the most important person (for a short time at least).

Has been hurt before (hell, haven't we all?!)

Does and says all the right things to put your insecurites to rest: "I don't think I've EVER got on with someone this well - it feels I've known you forever!!" 

Does all the running to get you out on a date:  "...must be keen!"

Makes grand gestures about his feelings for you being 'so unexpected'.....but only when he's had a drink.

Asks you out during date: "I don't want you to date anyone else...can we make it official but take it slow?" which puts you at ease EVEN though you think it's far too soon for a relationship (at least he's not just after one thing, right?)

WRONG: You'll sleep with him because, well, all of the above, and he'll carry on the 'we're in a relationship but taking it slow' pretence well into the next day (and beyond!).

Starts cooling it with you a few days in, yet even though you give him an out of the 'relationship' many times, he maintains his position (nice!).

Hopes you'll respect his honesty when he finally decides to tell you (somewhere public, whilst out with his mates) that actually he just got 'carried away with it all' and actually can't quite see where this is going:  "I'm just not ready for a full blown relationship" is a classic line, but seems a little 'horse, stable, door, bolted' when you've already decided to give it a go (and besides...thought we were taking it slow?!  Doh).

Humiliates you further by telling you that he 'had an awesome night and would love to do it again, and I generally enjoy meeting new people and doing this!"  Um.....what?  Enjoy telling people you don't actually want to be with that you want to be with them?  Or luring people into false sense of security so they give up the goodies?!

Can make even the most toughest of cookies well up with self-pity and humiliation tears after their 'honesty speech.'  (At the point you feel the tears rising, you need to get out of there).

Won't follow you as you leave so don't expect him to (he has his mates and footy on inside, remember).

Tells his mates that he 'had a word with you, and you fled in tears!' (even though, actually, you held it together pretty well!)

Finally:  This person will make you feel more rubbish than any annoying (but nice) hipster or comic nerd; because you let your guard down, and they've reminded you of all the reasons WHY you don't want to be with anyone.  On top of all this, you feel pretty cheap, and thought you were smart enough by now to see through the commitment phobe.

The only advice I have to deal with this guy/girl is to ignore them.  Whilst a blog post or writing in a diary is a great way to vent feelings, it's definitely not worth even acknowledging them or calling them out on their behaviour, because ultimately it actually isn't their fault; they just can't deal with 'labels' (and that's fine, because neither can most of us!).

For now I am having a few days off work, because I have sobbed so much I look chinese, and have a big puffy blowfish face :-/  

For the time being, dating is definitely off the cards for little old me.  Need some Cassie advice, a huge bar of Galaxy and a relaxing facial to get me feeling back to, well, me....

Until next time

Scarlett

xoxox

Leg Envy!

So tonight I settled down to watch I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here NOW, The Spin off Show after the main show, and as I was watching it I just couldn't keep my eyes off a certain pair of legs on show.
Laura Whitmore! This girl has the most amazing legs I have ever seen, I mean she can literally pull off any type of outfit that shows off her legs.

Being a man, I am fond of ladies legs. But as a Cross-dressing Man, I am also envious of them. I will be honest and say that many people who have seen me in full Cassie Get up have commented on my slender, feminine legs and I LOVE that. I still get envious of legs on a lot of women (and some men) on a daily basis.

I personally spend a lot of time making my legs look and feel the best, regardless of whether I have to cover them up at work and during my normal male life. I moisturise and even tan them as well as keeping them smooth all year round. I have moved onto waxing them as shaving never gave me the right feel.

I remember when I first shaved my legs and the feeling I got from seeing them was immense. Ask any other Cross dresser and they will tell you the same thing. I find smooth legs to be one of the most feminine things ever. What I find hilarious is that a lot of ladies I talk to complain about keeping their legs smooth and it makes me smile the amount of effort I go through just to get them hidden daily compared to a lot of my natural girl friends who'd rather throw on some jeans to cover up their hairy legs.

So I guess this post was about legs. I love legs and like to keep mine smooth and moisturised. What products do you use to keep yours in good nick?

Thanks for reading
Cassie x

All I want for Christmas is...gorgeous looking skin

After months of mother asking me what I'd like for Christmas this year; I've finally found something that gets my heart racing:  it's la prairie Skin Caviar foundation - and since discovering this item I have been dreaming of flawless skin without getting that awful 'caked' look which always seems to happen during the cold winter months.   Awful isn't it - during winter my skin gets massively dry and flaky, and in summer it's an oily mess so I'm unable to wear foundation anyway :-( 

 Yes, okay - so it's pretty pricey at £134, but it triples up as a concelaor and skin treatment as well as a silky finish foundation!
So how has it taken me so long to buy into this product?  I mean, I'm a massive believer in spending money on something if it's going to be a real benefit to me.
Truth be told, I let a good friend buy it first and report back to me - you've gotta be cautious during a recession!
She came into work today with skin like a porcelein doll (not the creepy kind!).  The formula is so lightweight yet dense in pigment that it gave her a finish on her face that looked like her skin (only better!).
Yes - I was concerned about the price initially, but hey - It's Christmas and I deserve beautiful skin now I'm officially 'getting myself out there' on the dating scene!

So let me know before I order:  Do you think it's worth the price?  Or do you think the old cost and worth argument weighs it out?

One things for sure:  Cassie will be the first one to try it if I do decide to buy, so be prepared for lots of over-excited blogging on how fantastic she feels with her 'second skin!'

Until then,
Much love

Scarlett
xoxox

You know you're dating a hipster when...

So, this blog post is taking a slightly different angle.  Rather than blogging about my usual topics I felt it neccesary to tell all of you about a few of the personality 'traits' I've noticed in various guys since hitting the dating scene.
 I've had the misfortune of meeting one too many 'hipsters' in recent months (and it's always ended badly!)  Whilst you may think dating a hipster could be, dare I say it:  Cool, perhaps a read of my hipster checklist will make you think twice!

HIPSTER MEN

• Buy literary classics for the bookshelf and then ensure a few are laid out strategically on coffee table when you come over.
• Probably never read these books, but you can bet your peacoat they're tweeting about it!
• Randomly point at things and say 'that's cool' as if their acknowledgment is endorsement is enough, and there is no room for comment  
• Buy you a birthday present which they know they'll love, rather than you:   "Oh, a signed copy of Oasis greatest hits album on vinyl that doubles up as a clock...how thoughtful are we?!"
• Nod their head to any 'cool tunes' they hear whilst in a queue, walking past a bar, eating at a restaurant....oh, anywhere really!
• Tell you that the new band you love who've just hit number one were 'much better before they went commercial.'
• Have social media bios with phrases like "I live my life in colour" as if the rest of us mere mortals live in some morose shades of grey
• Don't like having their picture taken, unless they can be in complete control of the photo editing before it hits facebook.  A sepia tint to an image always makes a hipster feel good.
• Are the first people to talk about that new Starbucks coffee flavour...and the first to go off it.
• Copy the style of a hipster celebrity then, when people start making comparisons, claim that actually, they've had this image for years.
• Tut and shake their head when you get a little bit excited by mainstream (or worse) cheesy pop
• Take being called 'a hipster' as a massive compliment.

I hope this post has been of some help (and amusement) to you.  I have to say, I have thoroughly enjoyed writing it because now I have my very own hipster checklist to refer back to as I prepare to meet new people!
Would love to hear if you've ever dated/are dating a hipster.  Perhaps you're one yourself?


Until next time...thanks for reading!

Love, Scarlett xoxox

Cassie's Christmas Tag

This is my first tag, and what better one to kick off my blogging tag future with...........It's CHHHRRRRRIIIISSSSSSTTTTMMMMMMAAASSS!

Well in a few weeks it will be. I for one am a huge fan of Christmas, always have been. For me Christmas is a great time to spend quality time with family and friends and generally have a jolly good time. Although for a Guy who delves into becoming a woman, and being closeted to most family members, Cassie doesn't get much time out at Christmas, BUT she does benefit from vouchers and clothes from people in the know.

So, anyway, this tag I found on quite a few other blogs and thought I would try it out. Hopefully Scarlett will do one too. So anyway, here we go...


1.  Do you prefer a real Christmas tree or synthetic?
I am 100% synthetic! I have had bad experiences with Real Tree's in the past involving the needles and I promised myself I would never get a real tree again. Plus I hate the whole watching it die in the wake of Christmas too.

2.  You're in a coffee shop, it's December, what do you pick?
I don't tend to fall for the novelty Christmas drinks in the coffee shops. I usually like to add lots of cream and a few marshmallows at Christmas.

3.  What's your favourite colour scheme for decorating the tree?
It has to be Greens, Reds and Gold. I am very old fashioned. I like the Green and Red lights and baubles mixed in with a bit of gold glitter to liven it up.

4.  Giving or receiving?
Now, I won't lie, I LOVE receiving! Especially when close friends of Cassie buy me stuff for Girly nights in or out. It is something special when a cross dressing guy opens up a new make up set or pair of heels. So as Cassie I love receiving new gear.

5.  To mince pie or not to?
I am not a mince pie fan. Too much stuff crammed in such a small pie.

6.  What's your traditional sunday lunch?
Turkey! Turkey with all the trimmings. I love the mixture of Turkey, veg and Stuffing. I am such a pig I top my plate up with so much food I send myself into a coma.

7.  Christmas day fashion
Well as my usual Male self I opt for comfortable trousers and jumper. but seeing as this is Cassie's blog, and she has never experienced a Christmas out I suppose I'd say my ideal outfit. I would really glam up for Christmas. I would have a nice velvet dress, in homage to Mrs Claus, and some red tights/leggings. I would embrace the red theme of the day and maybe throw some fluffy fake fur in there somewhere too. Santa Baby!

8.  What's your favourite Christmas song?
Merry Xmas (War is Over) - John and Yoko. I LOVE this song so much, it is such a christmas classic and I can sing and hum the chorus non stop during December.

9.  What's your favourite Christmas film?
There is so many to choose from. Elf, Scrooged, The Santa Clause. But the one that I watch every year now is "Four Christmases" with Vince Vaughan and Reese Witherspoon. The film is hilarious and really brings out the humour and Christmas spirit about families.

10.  Open presents before or after lunch?
I am still a massive child. I still like open my presents before lunch. Only because I always have and no when I think about it, I'd rather relax after lunch and play with my gifts. Ha I am such a child.

So There you go. I Tag EVERYONE so send me your links and I'll check them out. Put them in the comments or tweet me.

Thanks for reading.
Cassie xox

A VERY productive Shop!

So after work today I sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey (Yes! I love a tipple in the winter) watching the TV when suddenly I received a text message from another buddy of mine who happens to dabble in the art of "Cross-dressing".....yes another guy who dresses in women's clothing! Crazy isn't it?! 
Well, lets call her Michelle, text me out of the blue like she does. Michelle is somebody I met online via other girls like me and we met up one night and hit a "Transvestites Night" in Bristol. Since then we have kept in touch as she keeps me updated with any special nights out in the future.

As somebody who has been called "A Lazy Tranny" in the past, I tend to make my nights out as Cassie limited as I am still in the closet as they say (Does the blog name make a bit more sense now?) but if the right night approaches and I can organise my schedule, I try my best to let Cassie get the legs out and party away. 
Anyway, I digress, Michelle text me to tell me the date of the annual Christmas Transvestite/T Girl party that I have been to and to get a dress ready as it's going to be "Off the Hook" - Her words not mine!
So I immediately jumped on the laptop after getting the "deets" - again her words not mine, she is 23 after all!. I jumped onto my favourite online shop www.Very.co.uk

I have bought various of items from there such as Dresses, Jumpers and even shoes!. I am quite lucky as it goes as, as a Man I have a fairly feminine body. I am a good size 14-16 so a little curvy, my shoulders are not very broad, my legs are slim and long and my feet can fit into a woman's size 8! 
So Shopping here I can find the perfect dress to go out and party.

After a while of searching I decided to pick out and order The Definitions Textured Bodycon Dress.

Definitions textured Bodycon Dress from www.very.co.uk

I Loved the look of this straight away. The length was perfect, Long enough to look classy and short enough to show off the legs. I love the sleeves as I am not a fan of showing off my arms yet. Although they aren't big I want to tone them up Michelle Obama style more.
The fit of the dress will suit my frame, hopefully, and I hope the dress will look demure enough and not too "Tranny Trash"
And at the reasonable price of £49.00 I was happy to purchase. I wouldn't usually spend so much on a dress but as this is for a proper night out and not a local night out I thought why not.

South Roberts glitter Platform Heels from www.very.co.uk

I also went for a lovely pair of South Roberts Glitter Platform Heels. I Love the Blue colour and think they will go well with the dress. The size i needed was an 8 and that's the highest they had so lucky there.
These are a steal at the price in my eyes! only £15.00 down from £30.00! So I snapped these up sharpish.













So I am all ready for my night out in a few weeks time. I have invited Scarlett to come along, but no doubt she will be too busy trying to find a date online (Wait for her online dating saga). 
With Xmas parties coming up, what are you all wearing? would love to hear what outfits you'll be showing off.

Anyways, Thanks for reading
Cassie xox