Arty-farty photoshopping based on some epic concept art I saw a while back.
Four-inch heels are completely impractical for being a cartoon secret agent…
Home! (It’s rather windy…)
In which I dominate this funky red couch.
In which I do my physical dance mime theatre interpretation of a tree.
The classic ‘call down lightning from the heavens’ pose. (Skirt by Psychomoda.)
I can put on a show from time to time…
…oh, wait, I’m not supposed to do that, am I?
Boldly going forwards ’cause we can’t find reverse…
Cloak and dagger. The dagger may or may not be a euphmism for something.
Wanted posters were always phrased a little ambiguously…
Yet another windy day…
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
For the sake of glamour, let’s pretend this was taken somewhere warm and tropical…
peekaboo!
There is nowhere to hide in a dress this tight…
Do I look cold? I felt cold.
Brace yourselves; Twist is coming. (You’ll know when I come…)
Been seen to lean by a keen teen in jeans means I’m unclean?
They’re great when you first put them on, but then they wrinkle. And they never stop squeaking.
You just stick your thumb and and hitch a ride – that’s how trains work, isn’t it? *dress from Psychomoda
I’m so bad at snooker, I can’t even hold the cue properly…
…until the next time…
If I move away, the pillar falls over.
They repair stiletto heels here too.
This is an attention-getting little number…
Yes, it was bloody freezing when I took this photo.
In which I speak brainily to Newcastle Skeptics about cross-dressing…
…because bunnies are renowned for… uh, laying eggs…
Steampunked
Sorting out my hair, because that’s what people will be looking at first… right?
This is where princes and princesses learn stuff and shiz…
This is a folly. (I mean, the incomplete neo-hellenic temple in the background…)
I try to catch lightning in that bottle…
Posing like this, instead of concentrating on the table, is why I tend lose snooker…
Inspired by Tina Fey in Esquire: payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/108617/1413003/esquire_15_1000.jpg
That’s actually Red Bull in the glass.
Shiny dress; groovy shadow – I guess I’m a 60’s chick at heart?
This pool has spent about 80 years getting smashed to bollocks by the North Sea.
This blog allows me to reflect on things.
October is a time of grave concern…
I accidentally double-dipped my chest… 
Get your rocks off…
It took about three years to realise this skirt had pockets; this captures the moment.
Bringing a whole new meaning to the idea of ‘playing with myself’…
You’ll notice I’m kneeling in a paddling pool; there’s no way I was jumping into the one behind me.
Happy chocolate egg day!
About to get west and wild…
Golf is a good walk spoiled.
I do cover up from time to time (but only if it’s appropriate…)
Like Lara Croft, I have unfeasibly large bosoms, I am constantly looking for keys, and I am pretty much uncontrollable.
I think this captures the *moment* the guy on the left has figured me out… 🙂 (Dress by Psychomoda; photo by Reverine Photography.)
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Holy …!
I’m amazed I could squeeze into this dress… *dress from Psychomoda
Action transvestite: running, jumping, climbing trees…
Time to cool my jets?
I live in a city with quaint villages right in the middle of it…
Stiletto heels and cobbles are not a good mix.
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Sing when you’re whinnying?
“Is a 1955 departure the 24-hour clock, or the year?”
If modelling involves putting on a look of studied indifference, then …I’m still practising…
TRONsvestite on the run…
Fancy visiting The Pends? It Depends.
You can swim in it too…
Got wood? *Dress by Psychomoda
My home town has some great scenery…
This pool was ancient, decrepit, manky, and full of sea critters. The smile is fake.
Prancing around rock pools at Dunbar…
…because cross-dressing is an adventure (sometimes).
Cheerleader Buffy doing a 3-point-landing in a graveyard. I don’t know how much more epic I can be for you people.
Uh, just realised there’s a boat with ‘KY’ right next to my backside; you shouldn’t read anything into this.
There can be only one! (Skirt by Psychomoda.)
The balls are hidden. …oh, what?
It was like that when I got there…
Reasons to be cheerful?
Out in the Scottish countryside…
I don’t always hang around on street corners, but when I do…
If you ever get the chance to do this, take it!
Shot my bolt?
Airport security screens out makeup, perfume, and other toiletries. Just what kind of terrorists are they looking for?
People pass by without batting an eyelid… when you’re out trying to give them flyers.
How short is that skirt?! …just short enough.
If you get up early enough, you can have a summer beach all to yourself…
Fluffy the snake was a gentleman. (At least, until he decided to plunge his head between my tits… oh, wait…) *Dress by Psychomoda
Skirt by Psychomoda
I live near some epic architecture…
I’d never make it in a team.
Some people live in great-looking little houses.
Man, that’s some good hayfever
…when the revolution comes…
Despite appearances, this isn’t a nuclear reactor; it’s a water treatment facility…
What should a cross-dresser do with their sack?
Yee-haw, y’all!
My eyes are up here…
Warrior princesses must make time to check their nails.
Because I’m classy that way.
Nothing like a topical reference from the past to date your old photos…
Trying very hard not to fall backwards into the sea…
“We’re not flying; we’re falling with style!”
…or Princess of Power? You decide!
Creature of the night?
As emcee, I completely fail at surreptitiously checking the time on my phone…
Cross-dressed Laserquest gets a bit warm…
Early morning at a quiet little harbour…
Footsore from high heels? Find something to lean on…
Anywhere can look exotic if you get the right angle…
I can pretend to be serene!
Shy crossdresser? Try hillwalking!
We drove all the way to Inversnaid waterfall to do a photoshoot, only to find it had been barricaded…
Vintage dress, vintage plane; both are a bit cramped for space…
It’s not easy being green. Especially with red eye.
Dainty, isn’t it? (The village, I mean…)
This is me trying to smile despite all the early-morning water beasties skittering over my toes.
I bet that gull had a great view.
If only boarding queues were as short as the dress…
Buffy mucking about in the cemetery undergrowth…
If you need an engineering pin-up model, clearly I’m your girl…
It’s a bit windy up here…
Posing with a posie
Once you get over the fear of being seen in public, you might start craving the attention… (Dress by Psychomoda.)
Don’t need Dan Brown to figure out this imagery…
It’s not worth looking for hidden symbology in this photo…
Fluffy the snake and I got on really well.
On yr rocks, checkin out yr rockpoolz…
I was hungry, all right?!
The loch didn’t make me cold; I heated it up. Physics, I defy you!
Because clothes that light up are awesome. *Dress by Psychomoda
(…this is actually a library fire exit!)
Charmed, I’m sure…
All I need is a Jaguar E-type and my image is set…
You get used to cobbles. Eventually.
I have no idea what the numbers on CCG cards mean…
This was taken at 2am in October/November and it was FREEZING.
(You’d probably keep your door locked shut too…)
For swingers?
Spring in my step?
Smoke machines, funky lighting and a projector can make anything look epic…
Sticking out my tongue at cameras was… uh, *is* a phase I’m going through.
The new castle in Newcastle looks quite old…
This is more uncomfortable than it looks…
Spreading happiness, good cheer, chocolate, and myxomatosis…
Going a bit nuts with the photoshop there…
Nothing like a stroll in the park to get you going…
Dress by Psychomoda.
Through the castle door in Transexual Transylvaniaaaaa…
Twist on tha toon…
I extend my pinkie because I’m evil.
If Einstein can do photos sticking out his tongue, so can I.
Sitting on the Iron Throne for more than an hour at a time is not recommended…
I’m blue dab-a-dee Aberdour, dab-a-dee Aberdour…
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Three-point landings make anything seem epic.
Damn, I love these shiny leggings…
Well, shoot!
Action heroines always seem to end up mucking around industrial waste grounds…
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Scottish weather is reliably dismal.
Say it with flowers…
In local vernacular, “Wha daur meddle wi’ me?!”
The hills are alive with the sound of …transvestites.
I live in a city with a multitude of creepy, overgrown graveyards.
The lightsabers are called ‘Woody’ and ‘Buzz’. Because Disney.
Where the hell am I?
Going for that sporty look… in the middle of nowhere.
Well… I’m here…
If philosopher David Hume knew people would rub the toe of his statue for luck, he’d turn in his grave…
Scottish summertime…
Sand gets everywhere. EVERYWHERE. *(photoshopped)
Another dress that requires me to suck in my stomach…
This Easter Egg was gone in sixty seconds…
The loch didn’t cool me down; I warmed it up.
I don’t actually work out; I just like wearing lycra… 😛
I much prefer speaking without a mic…
Sunrise tomb-raiding; the lens flare is real, btw.
I love this dress; it’s stylish, classic and almost-but-not-quite too short…
Utterly bladdered; newt-like; pissed up on booze. If it wasn’t for the umbrella, I’d be on my face.
After coming out, go out!
Things to do on a summer holiday…
This is the look you want when listening to 80’s power ballads.
I’m just amazed I could squeeze into this sucker.
Everything about this picture says “Scottish cross-dresser”.
Is that a sword in your scabbard or are you just pleased to see me?
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Heroic music swells. So does my chest.
I have precisely zero singing ability.
…in which I pretend to be clever…
Three-point-landings make everything epic. Especially in heels.
You can tell we’re living in the future because we can wear clothes that light up…
I’m a summertime kinda gal…
Presented without comment… 😉
Expressing an early desire to do cheesy secret agent poses. Or something.
Looks like the warrior princess is a bit of a worrier too…
