Anywhere can look exotic if you get the right angle…
Contrived? Set up? Whatever could you mean?
Three seconds later in a gust of wind, I Marilyn Monroe’d everyone in the roof garden.
In which I bring a touch of Rocky Horror to Hogwarts…
Yes, it was bloody freezing when I took this photo.
Pretty, thin, and graceful: that bridge is everything I aspire to be. (Apart from the bit about traffic running over me, obviously…)
Creature of the night?
In which I rush to save a jellyfish from drowning.
If you want to pretend to be epic, find an epic location.
Because I’m classy that way.
Once you get over the fear of being seen in public, you might start craving the attention… (Dress by Psychomoda.)
If philosopher David Hume knew people would rub the toe of his statue for luck, he’d turn in his grave…
Hey, tits! I’m not a twitcher, though. Can’t jiggle at all, truth be told…
Out in the Scottish countryside…
This tiny fishing village was a location in the Avengers films…
You can tell we’re living in the future because we can wear clothes that light up…
Dress by Psychomoda.
*Heroic music swells* *like my chest*
Fluffy the snake was a gentleman. (At least, until he decided to plunge his head between my tits… oh, wait…) *Dress by Psychomoda
Bringing a bit of colour to…. uh, never mind.
Nothing like a stroll in the park to get you going…
Scottish weather is reliably dismal.
Pew! Pew!
Dumbarton rocks!
I live near some epic architecture…
Stiletto heels and cobbles are not a good mix.
I can pretend to be serene!
I’m a summertime kinda gal…
Cross-dressed Laserquest gets a bit warm…
“Is a 1955 departure the 24-hour clock, or the year?”
I told him I don’t give Noss on a first date. He gave me a stony look. (There was no second date.)
There can be only one! (Skirt by Psychomoda.)
Action transvestite: running, jumping, climbing trees…
Pro tip: sunrise in the summer is the best time to get photos of Edinburgh Castle.
For the sake of glamour, let’s pretend this was taken somewhere warm and tropical…
My home town has some great scenery…
I tried laughing therapy with a distraught girl. It didn’t work. (Doesn’t matter – had a good laugh anyway.)
After coming out, go out!
My tits are fake, but they don’t jiggle like Pamela’s did…
Holy …!
Worship me, muthafuckaz
See Edinburgh Castle from Castle Street. (No idea how it got that name.)
…oh, wait, I’m not supposed to do that, am I?
Uh, just realised there’s a boat with ‘KY’ right next to my backside; you shouldn’t read anything into this.
…because cross-dressing is an adventure (sometimes).
The hills are alive with the sound of turnips.
Through the castle door in Transexual Transylvaniaaaaa…
Airport security screens out makeup, perfume, and other toiletries. Just what kind of terrorists are they looking for?
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
This is the look you want when listening to 80’s power ballads.
Early morning at a quiet little harbour…
Cue the blistering electric cello solo…
Presented without comment… 😉
I have precisely zero singing ability.
I was so hungry I started eating my clothes from the other end.
I’m a good-weather kinda gal.
I extend my pinkie because I’m evil.
Rise and shiny?
Let’s see you try holding this pose…
I have mastered the single entendre
Me with an impressive erection. …what?! It’s not *mine*! Jesus, you people. It’s named after a guy called… *checks notes* …Willy.
In local vernacular, “Wha daur meddle wi’ me?!”
Nessie tells me her flat Earth theory; I am sceptical…
As emcee, I completely fail at surreptitiously checking the time on my phone…
The balls are hidden. …oh, what?
I colour co-ordinate with nature. Muthafuckaz.
“We’re not flying; we’re falling with style!”
I don’t always hang around on street corners, but when I do…
Well, shoot!
Slender, graceful, modern… I love wind farms.
Twist on tha toon…
Wanted posters were always phrased a little ambiguously…
You have to be very rich to own a mansion you can paint the colour of Irn Bru…
The Hogwarts sorting hat couldn’t decide about me…
This was a triumph…
Got wood? *Dress by Psychomoda
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
This pool has spent about 80 years getting smashed to bollocks by the North Sea.
Wearing a PVC catsuit on the hottest day of the year results in a waterfall when you take it off…
Inspired by Tina Fey in Esquire: payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/108617/1413003/esquire_15_1000.jpg
There is nowhere to hide in a dress this tight…
I’m so bad at snooker, I can’t even hold the cue properly…
I much prefer speaking without a mic…
Brace yourselves; Twist is coming. (You’ll know when I come…)
Because clothes that light up are awesome. *Dress by Psychomoda
I’d never make it in a team.
The lightsabers are called ‘Woody’ and ‘Buzz’. Because Disney.
It took about three years to realise this skirt had pockets; this captures the moment.
How short is that skirt?! …just short enough.
Whatever you do in life, feel epic doing it.
My eyes are up here…
You just stick your thumb and and hitch a ride – that’s how trains work, isn’t it? *dress from Psychomoda
That’s a map of the Pentland Hills. I’m in Lomond Hills. No wonder I’m lost.
I wanted to find an exercise that would lift everything. EVERYTHING.
You’ll notice I’m kneeling in a paddling pool; there’s no way I was jumping into the one behind me.
Utterly bladdered; newt-like; pissed up on booze. If it wasn’t for the umbrella, I’d be on my face.
Stone circle or stargate? You decide!
Three-point-landings make everything epic. Especially in heels.
Early bird…
My body is a temple; it’s open on Sundays OH SHIT I DID NOT SAY THAT
Man, that’s some good hayfever
Heroic music swells. So does my chest.
…because bunnies are renowned for… uh, laying eggs…
That’s actually Red Bull in the glass.
Skirt by Psychomoda
HELLO? YEAH, I’M AT LOCH NESS. IT’S VERY WINDY. NO, I SAID WINDY. AT LOCH NESS. HELLO? HELLO? FUCK IT, HERE’S SOME CLEAVAGE. I’M GOING NOW.
Everything about this picture says “Scottish cross-dresser”.
No idea why I struck this pose, but it’s different.
I’m just amazed I could squeeze into this sucker.
Fucking freezing.
peekaboo!
This pool was ancient, decrepit, manky, and full of sea critters. The smile is fake.
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
This Easter Egg was gone in sixty seconds…
This blog allows me to reflect on things.
This is me trying to smile despite all the early-morning water beasties skittering over my toes.
I dress like this every morning. And so should you.
This was a friend’s photoshop challenge: multiple Twists playing Twister.
Damn, I love these shiny leggings…
I’m blue dab-a-dee Aberdour, dab-a-dee Aberdour…
I do cover up from time to time (but only if it’s appropriate…)
…until the next time…
It’s a bit windy up here…
In which I dominate this funky red couch.
…when the revolution comes…
Boldly going forwards ’cause we can’t find reverse…
They repair stiletto heels here too.
Stirling stuff, this… (NB, this is combined from two photos to get me and the castle in focus.)
Second later, I Marilyn Monroe’d the rest of the loch…
Spin on it?
Shit! I’m late for my bus!
Nothing phallic about that tank at all. No, sirree.
Footsore from high heels? Find something to lean on…
Got to add some colour to the place!
Some days you get lucky with the view…
French tart or criminal mastermind? You decide!
Reasons to be cheerful?
I have a fertile imagination 😉
Spring in my step?
Smells like Twist spirit?
The classic ‘call down lightning from the heavens’ pose. (Skirt by Psychomoda.)
Buffy mucking about in the cemetery undergrowth…
The new castle in Newcastle looks quite old…
I live in a city with a multitude of creepy, overgrown graveyards.
Managed to catch the only 10 minutes of sunshine!
For swingers?
I colour-match the Scottish border.
Thought this was a derelict windmill at first…
Three-point landings make anything seem epic.
It’s not worth looking for hidden symbology in this photo…
I bought myself a reward for the end of my road trip…
Four-inch heels are completely impractical for being a cartoon secret agent…
The loch didn’t make me cold; I heated it up. Physics, I defy you!
The loch didn’t cool me down; I warmed it up.
Trying very hard not to fall backwards into the sea…
I’m amazed I could squeeze into this dress… *dress from Psychomoda
If you get up early enough, you can have a summer beach all to yourself…
This pose comes courtesy of my left foot sinking ankle-deep in wet sand.
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Je m’appell Madame Torsion; ivre avant le lever su soleil, moi? Mais oui!
Inspired by the Divine Presence, or yawning? You decide!* *(yawning.)
Vintage dress, vintage plane; both are a bit cramped for space…
Action heroines always seem to end up mucking around industrial waste grounds…
Sing when you’re whinnying?
Home! (It’s rather windy…)
Minimal photoshopping required…
Sunrise tomb-raiding; the lens flare is real, btw.
When all else fails, keep partying!
Sometimes you need sunshine to sparkle properly…
Sticking out my tongue at cameras was… uh, *is* a phase I’m going through.
I try to catch lightning in that bottle…
About to get west and wild…
Nothing like a topical reference from the past to date your old photos…
Kelpie statue or borg architecture?
They’re great when you first put them on, but then they wrinkle. And they never stop squeaking.
I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere…
On any road trip, stretch your legs once in a while…
Get your rocks off…
This is an attention-getting little number…
Fancy visiting The Pends? It Depends.
Warrior princesses must make time to check their nails.
October is a time of grave concern…
Cloak and dagger. The dagger may or may not be a euphmism for something.
Lighthouses warn off ships. I do my best to attract them. The ships ended up going in circles.
If modelling involves putting on a look of studied indifference, then …I’m still practising…
Bringing a whole new meaning to the idea of ‘playing with myself’…
Pink and purple? My eyes!!!
If you ever get the chance to do this, take it!
I accidentally double-dipped my chest… 
Going a bit nuts with the photoshop there…
This was taken at 2am in October/November and it was FREEZING.
If I move away, the pillar falls over.
A water treatment plant. The smile is forced.
Shiny dress; groovy shadow – I guess I’m a 60’s chick at heart?
I love this dress; it’s stylish, classic and almost-but-not-quite too short…
Sitting on the Iron Throne for more than an hour at a time is not recommended…
I thought the flowers on the dress would be good camouflage.
People pass by without batting an eyelid… when you’re out trying to give them flyers.
Scottish summertime…
Sea. This. Rocks.
All I need is a Jaguar E-type and my image is set…
I live in a city with quaint villages right in the middle of it…
You get used to cobbles. Eventually.
It was like that when I got there…
Pretending to be epic…
Happy chocolate egg day!
Of course it’s not a natural pose – not with that smile, anyway…
It’s like a Herbal Essences advert gone wrong.
Where the hell am I?
Pause and reflect for a bit?
TRONsvestite on the run…
Dundee’s newest, and second, attraction…
The movie version of this will be a sleeper hit. The game version will be a rail shooter.
The Trossachs in March: snowy enough to be pretty, but not so snowy I can’t drive there…
Posing like this, instead of concentrating on the table, is why I tend lose snooker…
Yet another windy day…
You can swim in it too…
Inspired by the Greek myth of Andromeda. And bondage.
If you need an engineering pin-up model, clearly I’m your girl…
Do I look cold? I felt cold.
Things to do on a summer holiday…
(You’d probably keep your door locked shut too…)
Been seen to lean by a keen teen in jeans means I’m unclean?
This is more uncomfortable than it looks…
I bet that gull had a great view.
Turning over a new leaf?
Yee-haw, y’all!
What should a cross-dresser do with their sack?
Shy crossdresser? Try hillwalking!
Shot my bolt?
Going for that sporty look… in the middle of nowhere.
Arty-farty photoshopping based on some epic concept art I saw a while back.
In which I speak brainily to Newcastle Skeptics about cross-dressing…
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Three colourful Edinburgh icons. (Fuck you; I’m an icon! In my head.)
On yr rocks, checkin out yr rockpoolz…
Like Lara Croft, I have unfeasibly large bosoms, I am constantly looking for keys, and I am pretty much uncontrollable.
This is where princes and princesses learn stuff and shiz…
(Waves hello)
Pretending to be awestruck by a fluorescent light…
Well… I’m here…
When in doubt, add lens flares.
These massive purple books at Alnwick Castle co-ordinate well with my clothes.
Tarlair Lido has seen better days…
Looks like the warrior princess is a bit of a worrier too…
It’s not easy being green. Especially with red eye.
Didn’t feel a thing.
Some people live in great-looking little houses.
I have a great sense of stile.
Spreading happiness, good cheer, chocolate, and myxomatosis…
Shiny – let’s be bad guys.
You have to cock it before use. (The gun, I mean.)
Sand gets everywhere. EVERYWHERE. *(photoshopped)
The only spot on Dumbarton Rock without wind…
I’m a long way from home here…
Yeah, maybe went a bit overboard in Photoshop here…
I’m amazed my makeup survived the winter gardens…
Imagine…
The hills are alive with the sound of …transvestites.
I went batshit with a purple filter here.
This is a folly. (I mean, the incomplete neo-hellenic temple in the background…)
Time to cool my jets?
This is how I exercise at the weekend. How about you?
If Einstein can do photos sticking out his tongue, so can I.
Say it with flowers…
…in which I pretend to be clever…
Och, hills! Ochil Hills! Och!
We drove all the way to Inversnaid waterfall to do a photoshoot, only to find it had been barricaded…
Sunrise is a time to reflect…
Another dress that requires me to suck in my stomach…
I think this captures the *moment* the guy on the left has figured me out… 🙂 (Dress by Psychomoda; photo by Reverine Photography.)
Despite appearances, this isn’t a nuclear reactor; it’s a water treatment facility…
All aboard the Twist train?
(…this is actually a library fire exit!)
This is a space I invaded…
Fluffy the snake and I got on really well.
In which I do my physical dance mime theatre interpretation of a tree.
If only boarding queues were as short as the dress…
This is actually right outside a hotel’s breakfast room…
Expressing an early desire to do cheesy secret agent poses. Or something.
Epic lighting all caught in camera…
…or Princess of Power? You decide!
Cheerleader Buffy doing a 3-point-landing in a graveyard. I don’t know how much more epic I can be for you people.
Charmed, I’m sure…
Sorting out my hair, because that’s what people will be looking at first… right?
Smoke machines, funky lighting and a projector can make anything look epic…
Dainty, isn’t it? (The village, I mean…)
Prancing around rock pools at Dunbar…
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Work of art! And so’s that shit behind me.
I have no idea what the numbers on CCG cards mean…
This wind farm is the future! And it annoys Donald Trump! What’s not to like?
Is that a sword in your scabbard or are you just pleased to see me?
The 80s were… a different time.
I can put on a show from time to time…
Don’t need Dan Brown to figure out this imagery…
On a twisting stair…
Purple and green make a weird mix in pre-dawn light…
Steampunked
Everyone should dress like this before sunrise.
Golf is a good walk spoiled.
I don’t actually work out; I just like wearing lycra… 😛
I was hungry, all right?!
Posing with a posie
The ‘Bonnet Stone’ is kinda groovy…
Miss Twist speaks her brains 