All Change

The cry of the guard or stationmaster accompanied by the crashing of the ‘slam’ doors of railway carriages was quite common when I was young. But it took on a new meaning for me one day in 1963 when I was sixteen and took my first steps out in public dressed en femme.

Read on….

This page will link to articles about incidents, some humorous - others less so, that have happened to me as a trans individual. I plan to produce news letters about twice a month to let readers know what’s going on and let them know what the latest ‘adventure’ is on the website - so sign up to my mailing list today.