Out and about

Out - to my Brother !

I wrote my previous post on a Friday thinking that I probably wouldn't get up to much on the Saturday and Sunday. I was due to have a quiet drink with my brother on Saturday lunch time, and thought it might just be a few hours of chat, then back home early afternoon.

Anyway, we both got very very drunk, I tried Jägerbomb's for the first time, I have some memory loss. I remember showing him a picture on my Instagram, and then being outside the pub with him being quite nice about it all. I think the picture to the right was it, or at least one with that dress on.

I don't remember getting home, or getting into bed - this was before 7pm , but I do recall my wife coming in to give me a bottle of Lucozade and a pepperoni pizza she had ordered for me - which I ate. I think this saved me from much of the hangover I was really owed !

Due to the memory issue I wasn't 100% sure of where it all got left, so I sent him a text early in the morning, and got a nice supportive one back saying he would always be there for me and such, and we have been fine since. Mainly talking about cars, as we did before - as if nothing had changed. Which I am very pleased about.

I've added him and my dad to a WhatsApp
group, titled 'cars' , we are all quite interested in them, I don't want them thinking I am a totally different person now, I still have much the same interests, I would just rather be dressed differently while doing them :)

Not sure my dad is really checking it much, nor did they get the emergency tests, perhaps need to persuade him to get a newer phone.

About - Mum has questions !

Being open to my brother unexpectedly resulted in my mum wanting to talk about things with me more deeply, and in detail - about my plans. Apparently they had discussions that they might need to get their wills updated to be my new name ! 

She was also enquiring how far I wanted to go - the topic of genitals seemed to be highest priority for them to know about. I do find that quite amusing, as it's generally the last thing anyone actually gets done, if at all, but non-trans people seem fixated on it. 

Anyway, I think they think I have a firm plan - I have desires, I have money, I have no firm decisions. I am not likely to change my name any time soon that's for sure.

She was also saying that she has nobody else to talk to about it, so wants to talk to me more often. Which I suppose isn't a bad thing. She wanted to know if I was finding the support groups useful, if they were helping and such - which they certainly are. 

Chameleons 

It seemed like a more quiet affair compared to the previous meeting, but I think this was partly because  the wig people had come to the previous meeting, which tempted more people out - plus the two ladies themselves, so it was a packed room. 

I think there were actually 9 of us at this meeting , which was still not exactly small compared to some
of the summer ones - as I'm sure you know a high proportion of trans people are also vampires, so the summer months are challenging. 

Halloween last year
Most vamp look 
I've managed :)

Well it's either that or it's due to it being harder to sneak out of the house dressed in the light, or too hot to wear wigs, but vampirism is a much more sexy and plausible reason I'm sure you will agree.

Speaking of which it's the first of the two Whitby goth weekends at the moment - I didn't go, it was meant to rain, and my wife was less than pleased with the idea. It's a long drive for just for the afternoon, and I had no hotel booked, so probably for the best.

There was a new person there, a university student, they were very well spoken and seemed quite switched on, knowing all the current terms. Definitely officer grade material for any secret trans-army that may need forming !

Lynn had a fetching top on, with sort of mesh effect arms, looked very nice in it. 

Was also great to catch up with Ann, and Danielle was back too, sans cast on her wrist, with good news about a GIC referral. Didn't speak too much to her, but I think she will be at LFF so will do so then.

Trans-portation 

I finally got enough confidence to take the Morris Minor down the M1 to Chams. She has been christened 'Josephine'  as apparently it's illegal to own one without giving it a female name.

The journey down was pretty steady, with only a bit of light rain to contend with, I have a YouTube channel, and I have created a video of most of said journey for anyone's viewing pleasure (it's sped up in the middle, only 6 mins long) :

I tried to keep to 60mph, for the sake of the engine, and my hearing, it is very loud, there is no sound deadening at all.  I arrived really early, partly in case I had issues and had to stop and troubleshoot, and partly because I had been chomping at the bit to set off.

So I spent a bit outside with my tripod getting some pictures of us both - this was also the first time I had been out in her enfemme !

I was very pleased with these, and got some lovely comments on Insta about the car - well and my dress too :)

The return journey was horrible, the rain had got a lot worse it was hammering down, and the M1 had a lot of water on it. By the time I was on the motorway the windows had misted up, and due to my high level of meticulous planning, I had not actually got anything to wipe them with. So I used my hand for a few miles until I got to Tibshelf.

I stopped at the main part of the services with all the shops, and went in to use the loo, and see if any of the shops sold the demister pads. They didn't, so I figured the shop at the fuel part would, and attempted to drive the short distance there.  I made a school girl error of trying to start her with the choke fully out - even though she was still warm. 

She didn't want to go, and I must have flooded it. I was sat in the dark for a while pondering my life choices, and the possibility of hotel rooms.

Then I thought I would give the 2cv hot start method a go - you  keep the accelerator peddle floored, it would splutter into life and then you backed off the throttle before the revs got high. This did result in it firing on at least 2 cylinders, but it soon died. 

So I sat for a bit longer, and thought well, maybe it doesn't need the choke - and it fired up after an excessive amount of cranking. I haven't actually driven it much so it's all a learning curve !

We got to the petrol station OK, and I filled her up with some E5 - that was another concern it's got a tiny tank and seems quite thirsty, so I wanted to make sure I didn't run out ! 

I found some demister pads in there, and got two of those, fired her up again - easily,  and headed out in the darkness. 

We spent most of the rest of the journey in the slow lane following lorries, everyone was driving slow not just me, it was quite hard to see the lane markings in some places. I think I got home sometime after 1am. 

I found some leftover pizza in the fridge and ate that, with a lingering smell of premium petrol on my fingers - it was lovely.

Drying off 

The following day I put her in the garage and used 3 bath towels to get as much water off her as possible - it really is like owning a big dog. There was puddle in the boot and on the drivers floor. I've got a dehumidifier on in there now, with all the windows down. If it's sunny again tomorrow I might push her onto the drive as that will probably work better.

Today I have purchased a new car for my wife ! She was owed one really. I can borrow it for long journeys (it's a petrol) , like Pink Punters, so I am also happy.