The Sporadically Updated Journal

December 15, 2002: The holidays are upon us again, and my male side suddenly has an excuse to be buying finer things for Fuyuko. I always have this problem: every time I go to buy something for a gift, I always wind up picking up something for myself. It adds up in a real hurry. Sigh. And I just finished clawing my way out of credit card debt.

Anyways, I've got a bunch of outfits that I need to take pictures of, and not a lot of time to do it. Anyone care to help? I'm kinda running out of shoots to put up on this page, so I could use some help.

July 24, 2002: Another camera, another photoshoot. This one is of my outfit I wore to see Kiss of the Spider Woman with a handful of other girls. I wasn't much for the play since it was butt-numbingly long, and the AC in the little black box theater wasn't working, and the chorus seemed atonal a lot of the time, and the principal female's voice was just a little too deep for my tastes. But at least we got out to another club I hadn't been to yet, and met some other girls. I enjoyed that.

In other news, I've now been with a man once and another T-girl once. I just need to experiment with a woman and my experimental data will be complete. Any volunteers? :)

June 20, 2002: Sadly, my camera did not survive my last flight, and I don't think I can afford to replace it until the beginning of next month. I'm terribly sorry, but there's just not much I can do about it. Believe me, if there was, I'd be doing it; I haven't done a photoshoot in a while. :)

June 10, 2002: So recently I've been noticing that I've been pulling down an awful lot of bandwidth. Enough bandwidth that on many occasions Tripod generates the "too much bandwidth, now suspending the page" notice. If some of you were interested in and feeling generous and would like to chip in towards upgrading the account, I am set up to receive Paypal payments. For those who donate, I'll think of something nice, like maybe full versions of the galleries, or movies, or special requests, or something.
On the other hand, it may be that the page is just new, and this problem may only be temporary. In any case, feel free to email me and tell me what you think.

June 5, 2002
There we go! After a bit of convincing, I decided to take some sisters' advice and took this page online. It's been trimmed down, since my machine's copy is 75 MB, and Tripod only allows 20 MB free. Now granted, if someone or some number of people were to donate the appropriate fees, I could be convinced to add more content.... ;)

Stack on top of that the fact that Transformation Magazine printed my letter and picture, and I feel pretty good. Unfortunately, they only used one of my pictures, the simple purple dress. Tranny chasers have emailed me and said I need to "dress less conservatively". To them I say this: I sent in sequined gown and faux crocodile suit pictures as well that the editors didn't use. And if you ask me nicely, I'll even take requests.

I've also added some galleries that are a bit overdue. There's a few loose pictures from the April 2002 Transpitt meeting, some from the May 2002 Transpitt Cotillion, and some of the outfit I wore after said Cotillion to one of the local gay bars.

February 11, 2002
This past Saturday, I went to a Transpitt monthly meeting (in drag, naturally.) It was quite an experience I won't soon forget, if nothing else for the little things that went... weird.

I got picked up by another crossdresser I had met at Transpitt's outreach, Jill. Of course, I had my clothes packed in a duffel bag intending to change there. However, I was running late from a previous engagement. While shaving my legs in record time, I somehow managed to forget my foundation garments and stockings on the couch.

So I arrived with Jill at the dance studio that Transpitt uses as their meeting hall. Jill has come dressed, so I went upstairs to bogard the women's restroom to get changed. I asked her if there's anyone else in the studio. She said that every now and then there's a company that does something in the upper floors (where the bathrooms are) but they're not always there.

At this point the greasy fries I had for dinner caught up with my digestive tract, leaving my gut in inestimable pain. So as I was sitting on the throne, I started poking around in my bag getting ready to get changed. At this point I realized that I was missing my bra, corset, pads, and stockings. Greeeeeat.

Lucky for me, I was sufficiently prepared. I had packed a spare outfit that I had worn in case the other girls invited me to go clubbing after the meeting. Of course, it consisted of a turtleneck sweater, a pair of knee high black boots, and a pair of leather pants. To cover up the lack of breasts I wore my trenchcoat over the entire lot. I touched up my hair and makeup, took a deep breath, and headed out.

Remember that company Jill told me about three paragraphs ago? Two big black guys and a black woman were standing just outside the door as I stepped out. I got one "damn" and one wolf whistle and I thought I was going to die. If not figuratively, literally; those two guys could have pummelled a little tranny like myself without much effort.

Once I got past those guys, I was in friendly territory amongst other t-girls. They were an interesting lot. Most seemed like middle aged men. There were a few that were... plump, and a couple that were wearing questionably racy styles. The thing that bothered me the most was the number of skirts that were too short that their stocking tops were showing. But there were some girls that would give GGs a run for their money, including Daphne from Harrisburg. No matter, they were all really nice and I did a little socializing before the meeting proper started.

Tonight's meeting was a vendor of breastforms, bras, swimsuits, and wigs. This was the part where I regret being a poor transvestite. Bras ran for $40, swimsuits for $60. Wigs started at $140. Started. Breastforms started at $340, and went as high as $390 a form. Per form. Not a matching pair. So instead of actually buying things, I asked a bunch of questions about care and lifetimes of various pieces. All in all, I had a good time.

Afterwards, I was approached by a few other t-girls. As it turns out, one of them has a coworker named Fuyuko. Nikki, the girl who ran the meeting, didn't even try to botch my name. But this one (I wish I remembered her name, but I remember that she was one of the more rotund ones) went around the confusion and mentioned that the Fuyuko she knew goes by the name Faye. I guess I'll mention it to the others, and see if it'll make life for them easier.

Anyways, I'll definitely be back. Especially since next month's meeting is a casino night. It'd be really cool if I can reorder a tuxedo, since apparently I've been volunteered to deal blackjack. Well, see you later!

February 4, 2002
Well, I went and did it: I appeared in front of strangers in drag! I admit I was nervous as anything possible, but I'm glad I finally did it. It started back about three weeks ago, going to a transsexual support group, then to the crossdressers' support and social group's outreach. I went in drab the first three times, and this time actually got the courage together to get changed in one of the bathrooms at the Gay and Lesbian Community Center.

In fact, I've paid my dues and will be attending at least their first three monthly meetings. Sadly, I don't think I'll have money to spend for either of the vendors (the first is for breastforms and the second is for foundation garments.) But that's all right, I'll at least get a chance to socialize, and maybe do some clubbing later with the more club-bound girls. From what I understand, there a few good gay clubs that are trans-friendly.

Well, wish me luck. In the meantime, I have some more photos to share. On one end of the spectrum is a virtuous bride in a virgin white gown. I love this gown, even if I have undergrown it. On the other is a PVC micro tube dress coupled with crotchless fishnet pantyhose and eight inch heels with three inch platforms. I like to call this my slut uniform.



January 1, 2002
Happy New Year, everyone! It's been two years since I started this page, and even though it hasn't been live for most of it, I feel like I've gotten something done. And in one sense, I have, and am about to.

See, I found a transgendered support group that's a little more open here in Pittsburgh. Transpitt and Erie Sisters both require interviews. The Pittsburgh Transsexual Support Group just wants donations and you to show up at the meetings. I'm planning on going to the January 13 meeting. Chances are I will wuss out and change into my femme clothes when I get there and if they ask me to.

But I'm looking forward to it. It should at least lead to meeting more transgendered persons. Maybe it will lead to more.

December 16, 2001
I have a German exam tomorrow, but here I am doing this page. Speaking of German, that cute German grad student I was hitting on was already taken. Figures, doesn't it? Oh well.

I shot two more galleries. The first is a near-white suit, the second is a pretty purple dress. Looks like I'm going to do another shoot on New Year's, and then I'm going to be quiet for a while as I let my leg hair grow out for my dermatologist appointment.

December 2, 2001
You'll notice that I'm wearing low heels in these two shoots. I don't think stilettos would have been appropriate for the schoolgirl outfit. And I found a wonderfully matching pair of low heels for the crocskin suit at Payless. But a couple of hours in lower heels made me appreciate that they're easier on the feet. Now I know why women wear flats! <grin>

I guess a person can change tastes over time. When I started this page, I thought I'd never wear low heels or platform heels or chunky heels. But the loafer pumps I wore during the schoolgirl shoot had all three, and they looked and felt great on my feet.

November 25, 2001
I'm back! It's taken me a while, but I had some problems. Back in February, I got a nasty skin wound playing volleyball that I didn't take care of well. The photoshoot in April was the first I was able to do in a while, after the wound got infected and spread all over my legs. Under doctor's orders I couldn't shave my legs until now. On the bright side, it gave me a chance to buy new and smaller outfits. See, at the beginning of 2001, I weighed 215 pounds. I currently weigh 155, and I have to say, I look a lot better now.

I've had some time to organize myself and this page. I'm seriously contemplating applying for a geocities page and posting all this up there, but I'm still not sure. I've made some steps towards coming out. Namely I appeared in drag at a Halloween party, and everyone thought I looked pretty good.

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