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carolwood69

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Last Visited:     28 March, 2024
Registered:     02 February, 2012
Location:     Cranleigh GU6, Surrey, England


 

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Quick note - ignore the stats above. I always reply, even to the rude ones.

Quick update: Just had my 4th Covid jab.

Now heading towards free TV licence just as they cancel it. Oh well, I'm a free TV what ever they say. A couple of years ago I was very sad to read that Stephanie Anne Lloyd, founder of Transformation has died in a tragic accident on her farm in North Wales in her 70th year. About my age at the time. I know a lot of people slag her off but she was a pioneer and her shop in Bury Old Road was an inspiration to me when I stopped at the traffic lights next to it one day some 35 years ago. I couldn't believe my eyes. I just had to go in. I still have the bra, suspenders and knickers I bought on that day. Yes, they were expensive compared with the High Street but this was way before the anonymity of the Internet and the turn-over in such stores must be tiny compared with the likes of M&S. And being able to try stuff on! I don't know if the shops are still going. I know she and her husband moved on to running the Wynnstay Arms Hotel in Wrexham. If only she had been running it in the days when I visited Wrexham on business and stayed there. That would have been fun.

I must get some more pix done soon. Perhaps a visit to AMC or In-Girl-Mode or better still both as a treat for my birthday. You will see the pix here first.

I must say thank you to Petra and Lynn at Visions in Camberley for the advice and earlier pictures. Now sadly closed down. More recently a very old man, Alan in Crawley, took many pix but who seems to have died since then. So tragic as I see his work on many girls' profiles here in the South. I hope that I helped to send him on his way with a smile on his face. I think you can guess what I mean.

Second, a big thank you to the Mark at the Breast Form Store. I a moment of blondness, I clicked on the wrong size for a new bra. When it arrived I was in the process of packing it up for return/exchange when he called in response to an email I had sent. I explained the problem and that another bra, although the correct size ordered, was actually very tight for size, he offered to exchange that as well for the next size up. I posted them Tuesday lunchtime. the replacements arrived Thursday morning.

And now to me, my favourite subject.

I am a mature OTV, too man shaped and tall to pass in the street but I do love to dress when I get the chance. I love the swish of my skirt, the jingle of my earrings and the click of my heels. I don't smoke but I do have a weakness for red wines.

I am 6ft (1.85 metres), weigh 15 stones but maybe you'll give me the incentive to slim down a bit. My eyes are blue and my hair when dressed is red. Due to my work I cannot always be fully shaved but I always try to be for a meet.

I am married and my wife knows about Carol but would rather not know. Therefore I cannot accommodate. I desperately would like to find a nice place to dress and would happily pay a modest fee in cash or kind if anyone has a flat or whatever.

I would like to meet another mature TV in the area, say within 15 miles, for friendship and maybe more. When I was younger I was strongly attracted to the younger, more beautiful girls but now I find myself more wanting to take the female role in a relationship.

I have a profile over on Birchplace, so apologies for repeating myself but that site is so slow it drives me mad.

I find most men a turn off but just now and then a gentleman comes along and I could go with them. Maybe a widower or divorced guy would like a little diversion without strings?

I am not into pain or dirt and the idea of sub/dom just makes me laugh. I really do find tattoos and piercings a complete turn-off. I went to see a guy who allows TVs to dress and meet at his place near Guildford. Yes, I turned up, with a case full of stuff and quite happy to pay him in kind for his help but the tattoos just turned me right off. The beer gut I could take but no.

I find O leaves me cold but if that turns you on, then I'm up for it. Perhaps when I have you good and hard you'll make my earrings jingle.

My story is so familiar from others on this site, dressing from an early age, into Mum's knickers, lipstick etc and gradually building up a stash of my own. Of course in those days it was illegal, not to dress but to do what we all do/want to do, when dressed.

The furore that April Ashley caused in the press back then had me transfixed. He/She was gorgeous and a girl! I never really wanted to have the op but this was.....WOW!

I particularly recall my first stockings and suspenders, every TV's essentials. Visiting a posh girls school in South London during the August holiday, I wandered away from the main area; little boy bored. Through this door and that until I found myself at a swimming pool. A school with its own pool! I had been to the Municipal Baths in Streatham and Tooting, grimy, battered, packed with bodies, human bouillabaise, with a fug of chlorine. This was spotless, brilliant white tiles, clear water, no smell and delicious wood panels with gleaming brass fittings. A young boy, a hot day, an empty pool. No trunks but who would see? My trousers were half off when, Towel! Where do they keep the towels? The changing rooms were empty except for a metre cube wicker basket on wheels. That looked empty but in the bottom was a pair of stockings still attached to a suspender belt. No tights in those days; all girls wore these. As such it was plain white cotton almost utilitarian with small pink rose motif. I looked it. It looked at me. Then it leapt into my pocket. I tore out of there with a bulge in my left pocket and an even bigger one in my middle. Home as soon as I could; run upstairs, lock the door and they fitted! I was in heaven prancing up and down in front of the mirror.

I have never stolen any item of women's clothing since then and please don't think I condone it. It really is, in my experience, a sure way to seriously annoy the woman even if you don't end up in court.

Although I had dressed and experimented with various phallic objects, hairbrush handles, just about anything with a suitable sized handle (no dildos and sex shops those days), I had never equated it with the real thing until one day about 12 years old. Sitting on a bench in the changing room after the compulsory shower, I glanced up and saw the most exquisite set of cock and balls. I had seen such a variety of cocks in the showers at my all-boys school but these were something else. I was in love. I just wanted them, in my mouth, anywhere.

I wrote him a note saying how much I loved him but it never came to anything, worst luck but I wonder where he is now, a pensioner. Perhaps he would appreciate a suck, or even a fuck! I have recently found out he emigrated to Canada after uni.

I met another boy soon after but that was never consummated as the divorce courts say. Just a grope and a wank. I wonder where he is now? He was keen at the time. I so wanted him in me.

Some friends of my parents ran a catering business, which organised the bar and so forth at the Porchester Halls in London. I used to work for them part time for pocket money but they never let me work at Porchester for the "Queers Night". I found out later this was a Drag Ball. I so wanted to go.

I never went to a public loo for a meet but if there, I would hang around reading the graphitti and hoping. But it never happened until I was much older. Read it on the Forums. I even left my phone number in a loo in Streatham. Nothing. Why did nobody abuse me? I would have enjoyed it, even played up to a sugar daddy.

The fact that I was too busy to be a TV in the 70s/80s means I have missed the AIDS decades. No bad thing but I grieve for the Shemale heroines of that time; Angelique Richard, Morelle de Keigh and so many others, who starred in the Shemale magazines of that time. My heroines today are Crystal Crawford, Lori Turner, Christy McNicole and our own Joanna Jet: large balls (I love a girl with a well filled sac) and a prick to match.

Other than that, I won't reply to profiles with just cock pix or no pix at all. You will be able to see all of me and I expect at least to see your face.


Interests: Cross-dressing, Boots, Stockings / Suspenders, Sex, Lingerie, Panties, Petticoats / slips, Erotic nights in, Admirers / men, Other TGirls, Full Makeup, I am Sub, In the Closet, High Heels, Daytimes, Can Travel, Toys, Mature, Experienced, Micro/Mini skirts, Satin/Silk, I am a non-smoker, Relationship (casual), Relationship (serious), Friendship, Art Exhibitions, Museums, Good Food / Wine, Holidays / Travel, Charity / Voluntary Work, Historic Places / Architecture, Mature Admirers / Men, Skirts, Smart Tops, Books & Literature



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