#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

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

Just a Regular Tuesday Evening

So whilst co-blogger of this blog Scarlett gets ready for her date this weekend, and ignoring my phone calls (she blames her phone, I say she's blanking me because she doesn't want me to brag about being right her Ex!) I spent my Tuesday evening as Cassie.
Now for those thinking I spend a lot of my time dressed as a female will be sorely mistaken. In fact, lie I have said previously, its possibly a twice weekly thing. I mean I am sometimes tired from work so can't be bothered to even drag up (I use drag up, even though I'm not a drag queen). Some nights after work I end up in the pub with my usual males mates and no trace of femininity exists.

But tonight I planned an evening delving out the glad rags and heels for a night in watching......The football! Yes I know not very girly I know, but regardless I needed some Cassie time. All this blogging and tweeting to new people under the Cassie tag made me want to bring her out more.

So I left work at usual time and headed home. Grabbing some make up from the train station that I needed. I went for some Ruby Woo Red Lipstick. A Lippy that I am so fond of and can't live without. Buying make up at places like Boots now is natural for me, I don't even flinch when buying it along with a copy of Grazia. I don't care. And that's something I have felt good about.

I arrived home just before 6pm and it takes me roughly 45 minutes to get fully glammed. I am already a clean and smoothly shaven man so my entire grooming routine allows me less time to mess about transforming from Guy to Girl.
So around roughly 7pm my House mate arrives home from work. She usually works late on a Tuesday so likes to bring home takeaway. She brings home my fav tonight, which is Dominoes!! I know a girl should watch her figure but I needed this. I am a Pizza Addict!.
Anyway my house mate, lets call her Gemma (Not her real name) has always been a fan of Cassie and I sometimes feel like she's disappointed when she turns up and I'm not in Cassie mode. I can see it in her eyes when she walks in and I'm sitting in my joggers watching the football or something.

So My Tuesday night consisted of eating pizza, watching the football (We lost!) and having a few glasses of wine. Me and Gemma can simply chat away like there's no tomorrow. She is a funny girl, possibly one of the funniest girls I know. she hates Football, but LOVES taking the piss out of it.

So there you have it. The real life of a Crossdresser. It is that simple. I spent time to look all girly just to sit around my living room being lazy. Why? I have no idea. It is like an urge. I needed to escape my boy life for a few hours. I became Cassie for a few hours and felt relaxed. Thats what dressing up means to me. Some nights I like to go out clubbing to the local T Girl friendly bar and some nights I spend sitting in. Either way it's about giving myself an outlet. 

Now this Blog allows me to share my way of life. I hope you enjoy it. 

Thanks for reading
Cassie xoxox

Suit and Ties VS Skirt and Heels

"who is she?"

So Today I was at work, busy away being boring and dull, trying to get work done to schedules and timelines whilst drinking copious amounts of coffee. This is a daily routine for me. The Daily grind for....well lets say Conner (Not my real name) is just like many guys out there working in office based environment. Lots of women work in my office and I have a great friendship with them. But to them I am jack the lad, fun loving and football loving *Connor. But what they don't know is when I leave work and head home to my cat and house mate I sometimes become Cassie! a Fun loving, Leggy Blonde (sometimes) who loves all things fashion.
So Today whilst I was sitting in on a dull mundane meeting with 6 other beautiful ladies I couldn't help but let Cassie take over my brain and entertain me. To do this, she simply analysed the fashion these ladies and it made that hour go fast. If only I could swap my suit and tie for skirt and heels!

Now each to their own is something I constantly hear from people and that is true, but to most people who know Cassie, know what this means to me. First off, I will not be making a transition at any point of my life. I am happy being *Connor and never want to stop that. Secondly, Cassie is an expression of me that comes out roughly twice a week in full (ie. make up, wig, heels the lot) and partly a few more nights a week (ie. pamper nights, waxing etc).

Cassie is my Alter Ego but for the purpose of this blog *Connor is my alter ego. With my blog posts I shall be Cassie and writing about her thoughts and ideas. So Hopefully over time you will all get to know her more and with the help of Scarlett we can make this blog fun and a good read.

Scarlett is the main blogger here. She is so talented and creative with her writing I can't wait for you all to read her posts. As for me, I aim to introduce you to the world of Cross-Dressing that shys away from those pesky bearded fellas in tights and bad make up. I want to show you Cassie and her thoughts on being a guy who looks good as a chick.

So I suppose this is a kind of introduction to my participation on this blog. Hope you enjoy.

Bye for now
Cassie xoxo

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Oops...I did it again. The ex-cruciating hangover

"So; how was your weekend?"

When esteemed colleagues <with normal lives and existences> ask me that v.general question on Monday morning, I shall give them one of 2 possible answers.

1) It was relatively chilled yet productive.  I caught up on my correspondance (yes, I DO have correspondance...don't look so surprised!) and painted my toenails whilst wearing a relaxing mud mask with Xfactor on in the background.

2) I got unashamedly drunk on a bottle of cheap Australian wine from the local shop and accidentelly on purpose left my ex a 'creepy voicemail.' 

NB: One of the above is a lie.

Nobody knows I commited such a heinous act on Friday night (well, nobody except said ex ... until now).  After I woke in a still-drunken haze the following morning, I got a familiar sick feeling which I usually associate with having done something cringeworthy but not yet having the brain functionality to recall it.

I stayed away from all manner of social media, knowing instinctively that this would give clues to path of destruction caused by the Australian Rose.   In fact, up until about an hour ago, I was happily living in blissful ignorance and meandering through remainder of the weekend.

Twitter log in commenced.

Timeline:  Nothing too bad.  Just me and Cassie talking guyliner and waxing (standard).
DM:  Here sat a message from the ex.  Very direct, very 'to the point' - rather like my mascara wand slipping and poking me in the iris:  "What's with the creepy voicemail? X"

Sh** sh** sh**!!! Checked phone: No record of a call.  Vaguely remember Cassie talking me out of sending him a DM...but I obviously did what I do best and rebelled against my straight talking (always right!) friend.
Took action of sorts by tweeting the only thing I could: 
 "Voicemail? Call?  I truthfully don't know what you are talking about??" 

Now I'm playing the waiting game...waiting for ex to kick me into touch & for Cassie to read this and spit feathers about me ignoring her 'brilliant advice' AGAIN! (Though honestly, I think the ex will be an easier one to handle!)

Till next time

Scarlett xoxo