Miss Denise Hewitt's T-Girl Blog
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Entry for May 08, 2006

ImageImageImage Since I'm in the mood today, and still feeling very feminine after a great weekend as Denise so I thought I'd continue my blog with my true life story of my "historic" second "en-femme" outing all those years ago in the mid-1980's. Even today I get excited at just how daring I was then when I really had no TV Girlfriends,  support, Internet or even information apart from those "She-Male" magazines which portray an entirely different commerically motivated image of the transgendered lifestyle!...

...Anyway, after Miss-Denise's first trans-outing in Bradford CityCentre,  I just could not wait until my next opportunity to put Denise to the test.  And  soon I was planning in earnest after I found I was to be staying at the Warwick University Campus for several days near the city of Coventry, UK. I find that in "going alone in public" it is important to have a really good night's sleep - No drinking and an early night, with an early start, and clear head to make time for the 1 hour required to make up in a convincing way......And of course being "en-femme" is as much about being beautifully dressed, and made-up both physically and mentally....

....So up at 7:30, and by 8:30 I am ready for my next expedition - On go the new red open-toed hi-heeled sandals (bought especially for the trip), as well as the black shiny stockings,  4 rubberised white suspenders dropping down from my tight 34C full white body corset - During these times I had already started to shave my legs to be silky smooth which gave a real thrill to pulling up the new shiny stockings.  So, I open the door to the world of Warwick University Campus - down the stairs of the student apartments, and across the large open courtyard.  Quite a windy day, but more about that later. Several groups of men and woman around the courtyard seem to be unaware that Denise was striding forward to cross the car park to reach her red-hot 2 litre injected sports car. Now I had to pass through a narrow alleyway that was almost blocked by several conference couples en-route to breakfast. I bravely improvise my very best feminine wiggle, and confidently lift my heels and "shake my arse" to slip past the handsome guys that clearly seemed to prefer me to their rather plain wives. Image

................Around the corner to the car  which I'd left at the far end near the barrier. Then click the keys and get into the car - keeping my legs together (very fem!) - close the door, and start the engine.......So far, so good! - Blood is pumping up  to my brain, and I become quite flushed with the excitement of the adventure ahead...

.....Out into the Warwick/Coventry rush hour traffic - I keep to the legal speed limits so as not to attract the attention of the police - and into the Coventry suburbs. Coming in to town I spot a multi-story car-park, and I head for the entrance with a long queue of cars behind - The barrier does not open, and there  seems to be a magnetic card reader. In desperation I randomly push a couple of buttons - and a young male attendant comes up to me ........I nervously roll down the window to hear "sorry miss, but this is a private car-park, you'll have to reverse out" - But I seem to have passed with flying colours as he gives me an admiring flirty wink!....Image - I actually rather fancied him :) - He was so handsome and tough!...

...So, now further into town, more careful this time, I drive up the ramp to a public car park - find a space, and get ready for the shopping expedition. I walk down a long flight of dark stairs - with definite smells of stale urine - and into the main shopping mall. I admire Denise in the reflection of the shop windows - Wow! - Simply unbelievable - Is that really me in my 4inch red heels, slinky black stockings, pleated blue skirt, soft white woollen top, and impressively large breasts!..... Well, I just love Marks & Spencers lingerie so head straight down the road into the shop. Ladies underwear is downstairs - so I walk quickly down, and I trip-up on my bright red hi-heels just before the bottom step!  My flared skirt flies into the air displaying white lacy panties, suspenders,  corset - EVERYTHING - How will I get out of this? .....when a kind middle aged lady walks over - "Hi - deary, can I help you get up " - " are you hurt at all love" - Again, Denise was passing the test - the sympathy continues, and I recover my position, give my thanks and move to the lingerie counters.....

......So after several shops, I decided to visit some of the cultural sights of Coventry, with my purchases stowed away in my pink carry-all bag around my shoulder. I step forward, still in my red hi-heeled sandals along the cobbled streets towards the new cathedral, built after the original cathedral was bombed during the 2nd world war. Gosh! - Cobbles are tough on the young girl in her new hi-heels, and my tendons feel really sore, especially after the fall in M&S when I seemed to have badly twisted my ankles.  So, when I finally get to the cathedral, I open the transparent glass doors, and move inside, following a large party of French tourists. Well, the floor is smooth, and Denise still seems fine and warm, away from the light rain and wind outside in the street. My heels make a very feminine, but audible tap - tap - tap as I launch myself on the cathedral tour and try to escape the sly glances of the French tourist couples.  So again I adapt my body language to the confidant young professional business lady - shoulder handbag in tow, click my heels and squeeze past a couple of rather stout French gentleman Imageand their over-talkative wives.  You need to know that my personal preference is for  German ladies and gents who are always so smart, polite and hospitable Image...

On to the end of the cathedral and the impressive tapestry by Graham Sutherland. I start to have philosophical thoughts about why God created me as a man, and not as beautiful lady - Was I guilty of any sins when I dressed as Denise? - The received spiritual answer in this holy place was that all was well in the heavens , and that God was well pleased with my life - No need to worry about the emerging Miss-Denise,   although life would always be challenging during the years to come. REALLY, this was a very spiritual moment for Denise which is still with me today - and I always light candles and pray when I visit churches and cathedrals,  asking that  Denise remains accepted by the heavens above!

....But time is now swifty moving on - I pull out of my spiritual haze  and find that Denise is feeling the strain, both mentally and physically, and I move back towards the shops and car-park. The wind is now quite strong with some strong gusts which hit Denise just as I am climbing an open metal walkway back to the car-park - My flared blue skirt is lifted up into the air, and I feel those active male eyes lasering in on my lacy black stocking tops and white suspenders as I spontaneously react (very fem!) to control that skirt. So back to my red sports car for the uneventful return trip to Warwick University. Up the stairs to the student apartments to be confronted en-route by a mixed team of  bed-room cleaners! - I think that they're surprised to see me since this is a male students wing, and Miss Denise is opening the door to her room ........Much animated discussion is overheard in the corridor for at least the next 10 minutes. They were probably intensely curious about all Denise's cosmetics that I'd carelessly left around the washbasin, as well as my spare pairs of lacy panties,  stockings, hi-heels and long red thigh boots - Still, I'll probably never know what conclusion they finally reached, except that they were probably talking about that strange yet attactive lady for many days to come over their morning tea and biscuits !  ..............

Hugs and Kisses from your TV Blog Mistress - Miss-Denise - www.miss-denise.com ImageImageImage

P.S. For  today's music video I recommend my Icelandic Jazz & Blues Variations -
Played on a hot summer's day whilst wearing my lacy white wedding dress, tiara and corset - Fun!...

2006-05-08 13:05:04 GMT
Comments (2 total)

here is a German lady sitting in her summergirl dress and blushing as she reads what you think about German ladies and gents. How good that you always meet the nice ones *lol*

And be sure God accepts and loves Denise and Silke and all our girlfriends for what we are, as He created us in His image. I don't know why we are endowed by Him with this special gift, but I know we are wanted and loved by Him, and that He wants us to be what we are.

Is there really anyone in the world who honestly thinks God cares if we wear silk stockings and a nicely filled bra? (If anyone thinks, yes, please mail me!)

But Denise, I'll tell you that when our final day has come, He will send an angel to you, saying, "it's time, Denise, come to us, no matter what you wear, but play your heavenly music to the angels now".



2006-05-08 16:00:29 GMT
Author:Miss Denise
Silke, Your "sweet as honey" comments bought tears to my eyes :) - Yes! - God truly loves us all and wants us to use our special T-Girl gifts to the full! - Love and Kisses - Denise
2006-05-08 19:42:25 GMT
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