We were having a little chuckle to ourselves in the lab last week. We are very careful when we contact customers, incase we get hold of someone else in their family who might not share their passion. A customer gave us their mobile/cell number so we could contact them when their order was ready for posting. Unfortunately, unknown to us, the last 2 numbers where incorrect. We sent the text saying that their breasts ‘were ready’. About an hour later we get a text back saying from a man saying that we must have the wrong number, although it was the most exciting text he had ever received in his whole life!
We will post up some pics shortly. If you have any that you would like to have on display here - drop us an email with them, or any experiences
We will post up some pics shortly. If you have any that you would like to have on display here -
.
Since getting my croptop, life took on a new dimension! I have been wearing
womens clothing for as many years as i can remember and have spent a lot of
time people watching, I try to wear what real women would wear to match the
occasion. I am lucky in that i have female friends who dont mind me dressing
and give fashion and make up advice as well as come out with me. Having been
going to a few local pubs on a regular basis it caused a bit of a stir when i turned
up, ample cleavage on display friends couldn’t keep eyes off. They all thought
I’d had a boob job, they look so real. When i told them how it worked, much
close inspection followed, even women i didnt know came over to look everybody
was fascinated. Since then my confidence like my wardrobe has grown, and in
October 2009 three friends and i decided on holiday in Benidorm (Spain) old town. Basically i planned to spend as much time dressed as i could and had a great time, even went to beach wearing a swimsuit, cleavage on display, didnt notice anyone staring, so must have looked good enough to pass. Obviously breasts = woman, so face not as important.
October 2010 went on holiday again to Benidorm for two weeks, this time i was going to spend all fortnight dressed to which end the only men's clothing. I had was jeans and baggy sweater that i travelled in, sweater was baggy to disguise breasts which i wore so as not to risk damage or loss in suitcase.
Spending all holiday as woman made lots of new friends and felt great, but as always the last day soon arrived. Hotel room had to be vacated by noon but flight back not till 7.30 pm. Too hot to be wearing jumper etc so spent day dressed in mini skirt and t shirt. Time arrived for taxi to airport by which time had decided to risk travelling as woman.
A bit nervous queuing for check in , but no one gave me a second glance even staff at desk and security no bother at all. The Flight home was uneventful, i was totally accepted as being a woman, after landing at Manchester airport. Collecting baggage then had to queue for security passport check, guy looked at passport photo then looked at me. I was a bit scared, what was he going to say, panic over just asked me to confirm my date of birth and waved me through. After that train ride home was piece of cake.
If anybody had told me even a month or two before that i would have the nerve to travel like this i would probably have laughed at them, but who knows anything's possible all i can say is WOW!
My thanks to Proactive Prosthetics for helping me to fulfil what to some is only a dream - Leslie
womens clothing for as many years as i can remember and have spent a lot of
time people watching, I try to wear what real women would wear to match the
occasion. I am lucky in that i have female friends who dont mind me dressing
and give fashion and make up advice as well as come out with me. Having been
going to a few local pubs on a regular basis it caused a bit of a stir when i turned
up, ample cleavage on display friends couldn’t keep eyes off. They all thought
I’d had a boob job, they look so real. When i told them how it worked, much
close inspection followed, even women i didnt know came over to look everybody
was fascinated. Since then my confidence like my wardrobe has grown, and in
October 2009 three friends and i decided on holiday in Benidorm (Spain) old town. Basically i planned to spend as much time dressed as i could and had a great time, even went to beach wearing a swimsuit, cleavage on display, didnt notice anyone staring, so must have looked good enough to pass. Obviously breasts = woman, so face not as important.
October 2010 went on holiday again to Benidorm for two weeks, this time i was going to spend all fortnight dressed to which end the only men's clothing. I had was jeans and baggy sweater that i travelled in, sweater was baggy to disguise breasts which i wore so as not to risk damage or loss in suitcase.
Spending all holiday as woman made lots of new friends and felt great, but as always the last day soon arrived. Hotel room had to be vacated by noon but flight back not till 7.30 pm. Too hot to be wearing jumper etc so spent day dressed in mini skirt and t shirt. Time arrived for taxi to airport by which time had decided to risk travelling as woman.
A bit nervous queuing for check in , but no one gave me a second glance even staff at desk and security no bother at all. The Flight home was uneventful, i was totally accepted as being a woman, after landing at Manchester airport. Collecting baggage then had to queue for security passport check, guy looked at passport photo then looked at me. I was a bit scared, what was he going to say, panic over just asked me to confirm my date of birth and waved me through. After that train ride home was piece of cake.
If anybody had told me even a month or two before that i would have the nerve to travel like this i would probably have laughed at them, but who knows anything's possible all i can say is WOW!
My thanks to Proactive Prosthetics for helping me to fulfil what to some is only a dream -
DEC 2011