One of the problems of being an "out" tranny is that in many ways it's an addiction. The excitement and freedom you feel of just going out en-femme at all soon pales, and you find yourself always looking for the next "big hit". First time out in daylight, first time driving en-femme, and so on. Each time out has its firsts.

After eighteen months of "doing the Becky thing" I was running out of firsts. Then I decided to take a holiday. And I realised that Becky hadn't had a holiday abroad yet. Another "first", but where to go?

This is a story about what happened when Becky met Sydney. During the most fabulous time in the Sydney calendar... Mardi Gras.