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