Just Beginning

Just Beginning & Far Away

            OK, just kidding about two of those.  When these pictures were taken I had just started dressing.  I mean REALLY dressing. 

Before this I had only partially dressed for a fetish thrill and nothing more. Oh, I had many a fleeting urge to travel to Lee Brewster’s Mardi Gras Boutique, pick up a maids costume and a black satin corset in the 80’s. It was not until 1988 that everything changed. Circumstances had left me alone, unbridled by a partner and in possession of a settlement that bankrolled my new professional hobby . . . dressing like a woman.  I was in-between London England, Frankfurt and Munich Germany, (plus and a cold war country that was still under Communist control).  Trips for gathering information allowed me an opportunity to buy loads of English and German ladies clothing.  In this era women, especially European women dressed fashionably with dresses, full skirts, petticoats and silky stockings. Stockings held up by real corsets.                                                                      Happenstance provided a magazine in a sex shop that was called “TV-Repartee”. In it were adverts for all types of Tranny gear that would prove most valuable for the newly minted cross dresser.

Open the cover and there was the most wonderful account of a visit to Axfords Corset shop.  I had seen Heaven and it was waiting for me at 306 Vauxhall Bridge road a few meters from Victoria Station Tube.  As it so happens I needed to visit a relative close to London. 

            These visits to London introduced me the wonderful world of Axfords Corsets, Michael Hammond, and a wonderful lass named Yvonne Sinclair.  Yvonne was instrumental in organizing TV/TS groups in London and she was the reason I had my first venture out in public dressed as a woman.  She had moved from ‘French Place’ a Tranny social meeting venue and started working at Victoria Stations, Axfords Corsets.  Her partner was a beautiful TS named ‘Blood’.  On my second visit to the store and spending lots of Quid, Yvonne had the idea that I should stay at the infamous Philbeach hotel.  There I could dress and be in company of both Gay and straight Tranny’s. She was to be my sponsor so to speak.

Forgoing my usual B&B I arranged accommodations for 2-3 nights at the Philbeach. Yvonne was bringing Blood and we were to have dinner in the restaurant and then party in the club below.  At 5 pm this timid and quite nervous Kathy Masters person made her way down a flight of stairs dressed in a black pant suit and a very feminine flowing white chiffon blouse.  My sponsor had invited other friends to join us for drinks or dinner.  I sat down amongst 10 or so couples in the dinning room waiting for a group of beautifully dressed men to arrive with Yvonne . . . I was the ONLY male dressed as a Lass.  In walked Blood resplendent in a flowing dress, with the male Yvonne in sweater and pants.  So it was to be, a Yank from who knows where, all dressed in woman’s clothes surrounded by ‘normal’ people? 

Dinner was wonderful and filling because I was wearing one of Axfords finest black satin corsets.  Hardly any room for more then 6 or 7 pints of London’s finest ales.  As the evening progressed we made our way down to the pub below.  Not before I had the idea to really impress the lads with my nice toned gams in seamed stockings and my favorite black leather skirt.  Descending a long flight of stairs in a tight leather skirt, 4 inch heels and little to be concerned was a thrill I would not soon forget.