Just had the most lovely series of messages from my friend Fay, who I don’t really see that often. I’m going on her hen night – and I’m going to the wedding – and I can wear what the hell I like!
I’ve even got permission to upstage the bride. Fat chance – Fay is absolutely stunning. I’ve known her for ten years or so, but not seen her for maybe a couple of years since she moved house.
She’s been quite the busy bee in that time, splitting up from her old fella, getting a new fella, getting engaged, getting pregnant and then having a beautiful baby girl, all at breakneck speed.
Anyway, as with most people, she’s been very suppportive of me being trans (I know, this sounds like a broken record now, right? But I am so lucky to have such openminded, kind and compassionate friends).
She was also really supportive when I started my ballet exams as she was quite the ballerina in her youth, as you can see here.
Bless her! Anyway, she sent me a Facebook Messenger message earlier, asking for my address because she had an invitation for me. I asked her what it was for and she said her wedding. Yay!
I also asked her about my own personal dress code, as it were, and if I could wear what I liked. Nice reply:
Fuck yeah! Yeah wear what the hell you want!!!! Mini skirt n sexy stockings or a suit. I love you as you are xxx
Might give the St Trinian’s look a miss, but that’s really good to know. I have a few lovely gowns, so I’ll probably go for one of those. Need to lose some more weight first!
And then she invited me on her hen night. I’ve been in touch with the chief bridesmaid and the whole hen event sounds AWESOME. I can’t say too much here as Fay’s gonna read this and doesn’t know what’s occurring.
But it definitely calls for a gorgeous frock.
Love ma life!