About Me...

Who am I?
The Early Years
The Slightly Less Early Years
Getting into Things
Hitting my Stride
Other Facts

Who am I?

I'm a Transvestite, actually. I gain pleasure from wearing the clothes of the opposite sex. Tch, who would have thought it, eh?

Why do I do it? Who knows. I once heard it summed up thusly: "If you have a reason for doing it, you're not really a transvestite."

I guess that definition fits me pretty well. I don't do it because I'm a woman who's been born in a man's body, although I respect those souls who find themselves in that position.

I don't do it because I have to, I wouldn't drop down dead if I never dressed again. Although, life does get pretty depressing during extended periods in bloke mode!

I do it to capture, however briefly, that elusive quality of "feeling girly". Sometimes I can dress to the nines, have a great evening out, followed by an even better evening in, and not really feel it at all. Other times I'll get an amazing girly fix by putting on a coat of clear nail varnish before work.

Why do I want to feel girly? Because I'm a transvestite. Why am I a transvestite? Because I like feeling girly.

Circular logic, I know, but who said it was anything to do with logic?

Anyway, I've seen these tranny bios before, and they always have to start with... 

Two billion years ago the distant ancestors of humankind evolved into two sexes to avoid mutations in mitochondrial DNA spreading throughout the entire species. Not long afterwards some of the male blobs had started tucking their psuedopods and calling themselves Tracy.

Fast forward on to...

My tranny tendencies started about twelvety-nine years ago. I first realised that wearing women's things was an interesting idea when I was around 6 or 7. And it was an idea that wouldn't go away.

It played on my mind for a long time. When I was little, I occasionally dressed up in clothes I borrowed from Mum, but never very often. And then as I got older and went to school, the idea came with me, but the opportunities never really arose.

And it was never a HUGE big thing, I always thought I could take it or leave it.

I did the typical denial thing, decided to get into civil engineering because it was particularly blokey. Then spent my first year of Higher Education totally disregarding my studies in favour of drama and getting drunk. And that was a pattern that stayed with me!

My twenties are a kind of a blur. The transvestite thing was still there, I'm sure... but it didn't really affect my day-to-day life. Much. I fiddled with makeup, more than anything else, but didn't really dress.

Becky was slumbering.

And then, soon after I hit thirty, she woke up. And after a twenty year lie-in, BOY was she cranky! She started to demand some changes, and take over the reins of my life a bit more.

One of the things that made a difference was joining a wonderful group of people called the UK Angels. Those girls are cool.

After a year or so since I first "became" Becky properly,  I gained a lot of friends, lost a bit of weight, and started...

I hit my stride with trannying, although it was touch and go for a while. My "coming out" unfortunately coincided with meeting and falling in love with a girl who, eventually, wasn't able to cope with the tranny thing. We were making each other unhappy, and it's a terrible thing to see that you're making the person you love unhappy.

Some dark times followed, which coloured my early time on the scene. In fact, it will probably always colour my view of the scene, in a good way. It made me realise that this isn't the be all and end all. At the end of the day after the frocks come off, you have to have something more. Man can't live on bread and water alone, but neither can a tranny live on nothing but Christmas cake.

Now I'm doing the tranny thing as much as I like. It's so much more to me than dressing up now. I'm allowing myself to enjoy being Becky in many more ways. It's improved:-

• my social life. Trannies make great friends. If you can stomach the occasional bitchiness!
• my health. It's a lot easier to diet when your target is fitting into a size 14, I've found!
• my mental well-being. A lot of repression was caught up in closeting Becky. Once she was free, other things I was tied up in knots about started freeing up too. Stuff to do with my sexuality, relationships, my prospects for the future, all started to clear up.

A while ago I added a blog to Beckysweb, and started to discover a whole new community online, and a whole new way of engaging with people. Tranny people and, shock-horror, even non-tranny people! One of those non-tranny people was Jane. Jane's great, she's the first person I've ever met who I can be totally and completely open with about Becky. I love her for it, and for a hundred other things. Which was a very good reason for getting married, which we did not so long ago!

And because Becky doesn't have to fight to exist any more, she's happy to take a back seat, only occasionally leaning forward to shout "I want that skirt!"

I'm not dressing nearly as much as I did a few years ago, but my life is still enriched every day by being "Becky". Because here, in this place, I can be Becky all the time.

That's about it really, it's still an ongoing journey. But rather than updating this page every time something changes, these days I just tend to write about it in my blog.

So I'll just finish with some...

I live in King's Lynn, Norfolk. A town which has what could be called a sizeable TG scene. If by "sizeable" you mean none.

I own no pets. I call them "Balthazar" and "Pooky".

I have enjoyed acting in the past, but currently just being Becky is satisfying all my escapist and theatrical desires.

I make wild claims that are blatantly false.

I invented the combustion engine.

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