We all did sparkle that night!!!

Back and recovering from a fab Sparkle weekend, great to meet old friends and make new ones, as per usual I never got to talk to enough people and the evenings flew past in a haze of drinking dancing and girl clothes. I agreed to be part of the fashion show which was exciting and scary, there were two briefings so I went for the first one so that I could then go for the second one and get double briefed (I do that).

In the running order there was me on 4 times with the 3rd and 4th having no gap between them,
'You've got me down twice in a row, how do I get changed?' I said helpfully.
'Ah no' she says 'you'll go on wearing one outfit over another then model one outfit then strip to your underwear and model that'
I looked at her like she had two heads 'I'm sorry for a second there I thought you said "strip to your underwear"'
'I did'
'On stage'
'Yes'
'Eeeek!!'

In the end it was a buzz and a half, really nerve wracking and even the stripping bit went well and the euphoria when it was finished - awesome.

then the downside, my handbag got stolen with cash phone and diggie camera in it, some people are right scum, but I flat refused to let it ruin my night and a happy if inebriated tranny wandered back barefoot along Canal st in the 5am daylight carrying her heels.

One odd thing a few times I can't rememeber if I was being a boy or a girl, I went for a sneaky glass of vino with Siobhan and my memory of it doesn't include me being girl or boy, just being 'me'. I've worked it back and I know I was girl but I found that interesting.

Firsts on this trip
Stripping in front of hundreds of people (oh the shame)
Getting trannied out and going back to change to boy at one point (just couldn't be bothered)

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Vae victis
Woe to the conquered!