The Head Girl at the Gables

Today I'm going to talk about another book of mine that I've had for a very long time and this copy dates to 1971.

It's a story about a girl called Lorraine who wasn't thought of being Head Girl material by all her peers at The Gables, their school being rather quiet and withdrawn, scarcely one of the schools personalities.
The Headmistress, Miss Kingsley has altogether different thoughts so she's appointed but from the get go, a hard struggle for Lorraine to win the girls over begins. She decides to organize a School Show, finding a new ally in artistically minded Claudia, taking command in a most surprising effective way.
She finds a newly discovered talent for painting as part of her school life which leads to the unmasking of a dangerous spy ring.

Schoolgirl

As a person with a LG age of 12 this is close to how I see myself just perhaps a year or two younger in full school girl uniform right down to the socks and shoes although I do wear tights sometimes as do many contemporary British schoolgirls.
Although I don't actually own an 'over sized' uniform, the way I dress is based loosely around this but from ranges that fit my size and worn in the same sort of way.
I'd like everyone to treat me as child within I am.

Third base!

It's that time of year and I love wearing short skirts so this Honeybee Games type skirt the sort we all used to wear for PE is just great with Tshirts.
Nicely finished I could just fancy a game of Hockey and maybe Rounders over afternoon tea.

Miss Kitty and looks of a gurl

One blog, a life, and hopefully some openness about who I am and just how as a sissy gurl I wish to present as myself,

Variations on Gingham with lacy trimmings and pretty bows are things I love and people may love encouraging me to be with them dressed that way.

Like all ssisies I adore a pretty bra and matching raffled panties with frills, naturally in pink.

Short tulle skirts with a nice bow is great in summer for parties.

As an adult Middle, plushies play an part in my life as objects to stroke, play and cuddle with apart from just being a part of my regressive side and Hello Kitty is one of them so I  acquired this new one last month.

Holiday Report

I visited the Snowdonia national park, in Wales recently as I had been experiencing a lot of stress and it was having a serious effect on my mental wellbeing.
I was greeted by exceptional hot, sunny weather affording superb views of Mount Snowdon and the isolated moorlands surrounding it.
The lambs were all out in the fields young and old some having a chew of the grass, others sheltering in the shade of nearby hedges, walls and trees.
A few had the bright idea of exploring the human domain of the narrow roads and we needed to slow down to allow them to cross back into the fields.
I liked the solitude up there but I’m not sure the idea of being literally miles way from the nearest market town would really do for me which I guess is a reflection of my urban upbringing.
Betws–y-coed is a place I like to stop off at as here are good range of shops and spectacular waterfalls. There are a lot woodlands in the area and I took a lot photos – on my ageing Olympus OM10 of the trees, sometimes lying underneath the branches to get the viewpoint I wished to capture.
Llandudno: It remains a largely unspoilt Victorian seaside resort with excellent shopping facilities. The Theatre is really good and many amateur choral performances are hold during the summer season in local churches. On Tuesday there was a Brass Band concert taking place, appropriately enough, on the Bandstand along the promenade. The players were really good – I’m no great fan of Brass Bands but the musicianship couldn’t be faulted.
Bangor: I visit here a lot, being a University town with bookshops, a record store and some good Pubs that serve meals.
Things that didn’t go as they should: I days filming got wasted as a Fuji film become tight and tore whilst rewinding it out of the camera – we came close a to a two inch dent being added to the guest house waste paper bin!!!

Jennings

I went for part of my childhood to a boarding school where of necessity all your relationships with teachers, care staff and class mates  are very different plus to a very large extent you're living by someones rules wearing a uniform all day with no chance of a change.

While there I read the Jennings series of book based upon the adventures  of two friends at prep boarding school called Jennings and Darbishire which made sense as  was in similar situation and we too had our adventures that seemed incomprehensible to those who were responsible for our welfare on the grounds. 

There remains a very large part of my that would enjoy a return to boarding school and I was fortunate to spend 6 months in a residential college where I could go back to being the boarding school kid with informal dorm parties and all the little intrigues.

Trans

Imagine one day you were strolling along  having had some serious doubts about your life and this conversation started.

I could of given that answer having been wearing off and on female clothing since the age of 8, raiding the clothes in the wash and stuff due to go to refuse. That's because it's how I see me. Simples.

Well, I am a magical girl through that transformation.
I have always considered myself to be transgendered from the get go with many significant grown ups seeing the girl in me. Because of the effects from this mis-mash of male body (and expectations) and female self image my behaviour was somewhat effected having issues with self confidence, attempted self harm and near enough a nervous breakdown, I was under a psychologist for a period who picked up on my transgenderedness (though they didn't use that word then) but my folks can't accept this.

Following a periodic outbreak of cross dressing in adulthood, I resolved five years ago to do so on a daily basis because it was me and I felt I was beginning to understand the real me.

I am proud to be what I am.