I can't help but think that Leon's Mum helped him to accept Jukie. She no doubt knows all abou Lady Cameron, and believing in the powah of voodo, and possibly the church, sees Cathy as a powah.

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Hi Angharad.

Bit tardy posting this morning. Went to Gloucester shopping yesterday with my boss, (her indoors) Very succesful day, bought a lovely size eighteen two piece blue suite (ex Debenhems)with a 3/4 length Jacket. Very pleased! Also went to BRANTANO and bought a new pair of shoes, Size 9 and I had the guts to try them on while en homme. There was a stunningly beautiful black girl there and she was undecided a to blue or silver shohes. She looked at me, did a double take as I casually tested my shoes then she gave a huge smile and came over to me.
"Are you buying those?" she asked.
I gave a fatuous look and she burst out into giggles.
"Which should I buy?" She asked me so I sat down on the seat at the end of the aisle still wearing my 4" blue heels and asked her what colour her outfit was going to be.
She gaped at me then squealed, "You are a tranny aren't you!"
"I gave her another sardonic smile and replied 'Duh!'
"Oh God! She squeaked. I've never met one as bold as you, aren't you afraid, I mean dressed as the male you?"
I looked around the shop, it was 1430 on a very wet Wed afternoon and the shop was virtually empty.
"Is this brave?" I replied, there's only you me and my wife over there looking at matching handbags for these."
The girl's face was a picture then she posed in her different coloured shoes and repeated her question, "Blue or Silver?"
I looked at the shoes and decided that the silver looked much better against her dark skin so I told her 'silver' (but I didn't say why).
"Silver I think, but what colour is your outfit?"
She described it as a blue mid length dress with silver sequins that reflected as blue if you flipped them to the light.
"Well I think the silver shoes are best. Going clubbing tonight then are you," I smiled.
"No Friday, I've got a day off cos I'm working Saturday night, I'm a nurse."
With that my wife returned with two styles of handbags and appeared at my shoulder grinning.

"You flirting again Bev?"

"Uh no darling, the lady simply asked for an opinion about her shoes."
My wife smiled, looked down and asked the nurse exactly the same question about her choice of outfit. I was so pleased that my wife agreed with me but she gave a typical older girl's reason.
"Take the silver ones love, they will go with a greater range of colours and you'll be able to mix and match better."
"Oh, yes, I hadn't thought of that."
My wife nodded her head in my direction and asked the girl.
"What colour did he recommend?"
"The girl said 'Silver' and my wife's eyes widened with mild surprise.
"Well that's a first, he got one right for once. His favourite colour is blue and his wardrobe is like a bower bird's with so much blue."
I sat there fiddling with my own blue shoes as my wife turned to me.
"Why did you suggest silver for ,What's your name?'
The girl replied Fiona and my wife continued as she pumped me for my reason.
"So why did you suggest the silver ones darling?"
I meekly replied selfconsciously that they contrasted much better with Fiona's skin tone and sat expecting a tirade of anger about being racist but the girl just let out a squeal of delight.
"He's right! They do. I was going for the silver ones anyway!"
My wife let out a squawk of amusement and bent down to kiss me.
"Well done darling, we'll make a proper girl of you eventually. Fancy seeing that the silver ones were a better match."
I sort of hunched my shoulder in a 'half shrug' and suggested that the blue satin heels were also very nice.
"Don't push it kid," chuckled my wife, "just be pleased you got it right for once."
I stood up and took some more practice steps down the aisle as my wife and Fiona chatted then Fiona chirped,
"You've got a nice arse girl, swing it some more."
Bearing in mind I was in a pair of mens slacks and a sports shirt, I felt it was slightly incongrous so I chirped back.
"It's OK for you kid, you're still young! I've only bought these four inch heels because I've had to give up 6 inch."
Fiona gasped and turned to my wife.
"Is that right?"
My wife replied, "More or less, I'm as jealous as hell.My feet are far too small for 4 inch heels and my knees wont take it anymore."
They both fell to cackling loudly as I stepped boldly out into the main gangway just as an elderly couple entered the shop. She turned to her husband and gasped while his eyes popped out on stalks. However as I rejoined my wife and Fiona to chat some more the couple went away looking utterly confused. Fiona watched them and almost died laughing.
Between desperated gasps for air she said.
"Good on you mister. You've got mor sass than a brother!"
I nodded, thinking I understood what she'd said then my wife took control of the farce.
"Come on you, we've got to pay for these and it's coming out of your money!"
Fiona couldn't wait to see what happened at the check out so she put her blues shoes back and hurried after us with the silver pair. We got to the counter together and Fiona was dancing with anticipation as I presented my purchase of blue 4" heels and matching handbag.

The girl at the counter didn't turn a hair. With Brantano selling size 9's and size 10's they get trannies in there all the time. (But usually dressed en-femme.)
Fiona was a bit disappointed at the lack of shock by the checkout girl and she invited my wife and I to go for a coffee. We offered to pay for which Fiona was obviously grateful, (nurses aren't paid much,) and we spent a delightful half hour discussing the advantages of having a tranny for a husband.

We chatted about all the usual stuff. I'm a very practical man and a very patient lady.
My wife enjoys all the benefits of a guy around the house and all the support she'll ever need when she goes shopping or gets dressed to go out. She doesn't get a row if she decides when she gets home that she doesn't like something and want's to take it back; cos' I've been there a thousand times myself.

She doesn't get a row if she over-spends cos I've also got the shopping gene as well!

She doesn't get some lug of a husband standing in the bedroom doorway looking at his watch and declaring 'We're late, how much longer are you going to be?'
No, she gets a sympathetis partner holding up different outfits to help her decide, cos' I've been there as well!

Her best friend always envies her when we three go out shopping. (She doesn't know I'm a tranny,) and she always sighs when her doctor husband leaves us to go and watch the rugby or something.

The best outcome of all this is that My wife is coming to terms with my transvestism.
Anyway, enough of a very sucessful day in Gloucester.

Now to your story, sorry about the rambling.

A day in the life of Cathy, but what a life! Nothing so mundane as, 'look after your little sister!' no it has to be a sexual minefield with more players than an opera show.

This is a fabulos tale and I can't put it down, (although I'll have to get a lap-top, this PC is too bloody heavy!}
Keep it up Angharad,
I'm really enjoying this.

XOXO
Beverly.