A big thank you to all that visit my website and Flickr page, I hope in times when you cannot dress

that you enjoy seeing my Girls on here .I hope to see you in the New Year , make it your

New Years Resolution to give yourself a treat and visit me in Blackpool.

Best wishes

Steph x

stephanieinblackpool.co.uk

WARNING THIS PROFILE CONTAINS HUMOUR AND GIRLS THAT ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE THEY ARE HAVING FUN DRESSING .

My goal is simple. If i can put a smile on your face or brighten your day even just a little bit I am happy.

Do NOT favour my photos or make me me a contact or friend if you have no profile or photo stream.

Fetish dressing tv mature cuddly and I run a dressing service for TV/CD and firs timers in Blackpool

My Website stephanieinblackpool.co.uk

I am based in Northshore Blackpool.

Coming out!

The first to discover my then secret world of Steph was my youngest son. He was around 16 at the time; we had always been open with each other and very close, due to being divorced and me being a part time Dad, so to speak. We could talk about anything in a very matter of fact sort of a way, and we were straight talkers as were both of my sons.

Back to the plot, my youngest son found some of my photos on my computer in which I appeared as Steph, and with others from my then local support group Boston Belles. I am an advocate of ‘never have a photo taken that you can't talk your way out of’ and so I had nothing to fear.

On entering my living room and seeing him sat at the computer with my photo on the screen he enquired ‘what's this about then Dad?’ My answer was ‘well it's me and I go to a group where men dress as women and chill out, it’s like being someone else for a while, that’s all.’ ‘Are you gay Dad?’ was the next question asked in a nervous tone. ‘No, don't be daft…’ was my reply ‘…you know Dad like’s women.’

The next occasion this subject was broached was one Christmas when he told me he had seen some more photo's of Steph. ‘Oh’ I replied. Then as he walked by me, to leave the room,he added ‘yes they were ok, well not bad really.’ I was elated, as I knew I must have looked better than in my previous ones, and mainly he was ok with it too.

He later came to live with me for a while as his Mum had moved away. I continued to dress in private and would tell him when I was off to my support group meetings, to which he always replied ‘I don't want to see you!’ (meaning dressed of course).

When out driving to my group meetings I was never nervous, until one December night I drove through my local village to find the road full of the local school kids all out carol singing en mass. As my vehicle and I were well known at the time, my heart was beating like a drum! Luckily they soon passed by, so I continued on my way feeling slightly flustered.

When I moved to Blackpool I told both my son’s, that It was my intention to earn my living by running my own Dressing Service. I hoped in time they would fully accept me for who I was and not just tolerate it because I was their Dad. My youngest struggled for a while, though given time I was running him to and fro to the train station whenever he visited, dressed as Steph! In the meantime my eldest had actually been out with me as Steph in town. Our funniest moment was when he returned from the bar in the cabaret lounge pulling a face. I asked him what was the matter and he replied ‘the girl who served me dad, you could see her sideburns under her wig!’ I replied ‘look son, they ain't all as pretty as your Dad!’ We both laughed and I knew it was a great moment to share.

My youngest completely came round to the idea of Steph after he had attended a stag party with some friends. He told me how he was dragged on stage and had a drag artist lap dance on him. He rang me after to tell me what had happened and followed it with ‘I know what it’s all about now dad you’re just having a laugh and playing at being someone else.’ After that we never looked back.

I am a great believer in respect. My son’s respect me and what I do, and I respect them to the point I will never embarrass them with Steph in their personal lives. From their acceptance of my lifestyle, I have since told my brothers of Steph as well as my aunty, who then proceeded to tell all the other members of my family! Bless her.

Steph only appears to my sons when they visit me if I have been working, otherwise it’s just plain old Dad. I have no desire to parade in front of my family as they accept me and that’s all I want from them. Respect goes both ways.

Please enjoy you’re dressing and smile, let the world know your having the time of your life in all photos and above all, laugh at yourself, then you’re untouchable .