Older, wiser (but not much).

Ten years ago I wasn't out as a tranny. I wasn't even Becky, she didn't exist back then. But something did come into existence that became an important part of my life in the following years.

That thing was The UK Angels, the TG group formed by a bunch of trannies who wanted to do something a bit more fun than most of the tranny groups around at the time.

It was the Angels forum where I first started to me people like me and it was through the Angels that I learned how to make the simple but scary steps towards having fun as a tranny.

Last night a party was held to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the Angels being formed, and that was a good enough reason as any to dust off the wig, make sure the boobs hadn't fused together, and strut my still serviceably funky stuff.

It felt like it might be the last time. But strangely it turned out to be a series of first times.

First time out as a married person.

First time staying away from home without Tom, which was a bit weird but his grandparents handled the baby-sitting marvelously.

First time meeting some fabulous people I'd never got a chance to meet before packing away Becky for a bit. People like Jenny, Justine, Saffy, and a few more who I'm not going to list exhaustively in case I miss one!

But most importantly, first time of, I think, many more nights out. Not soon, or often. But I think I can handle being an occasional tranny. Because I don't ever want to say "that's the last time I do that". It's too much fun, and although I'm not the person who fought so hard to overcome nerves and shyness to get out all those years ago, I feel I'd be betraying them if I stopped enjoying all the gifts they gave me.