Ladyboys, a life.
This was going to start as a trip report, but as I started typing something that Jimbo said in one of his pieces popped into my mind. He was talking about C&D having a niche market, and that it would probably survive whatever the trends elsewhere. I agree and hope this is the case. I was thinking about the part C&D has played in my life in the last 14-15 years. No lets go back to the beginning I thought .... So
As an eleven year old boy in the mid fifties at a fairly exclusive boys prep school in SE coast England, we were actually not allowed to have contact with any girls except for Matron. 11-12 year old boys have a lot of things going on and an outlet was each other . Occasionally we were allowed home at the weekends, not often, anyway, I had a particular friend the same age but blond, blue eyed and far too pretty for the rugby team, I was invited to spend one of these weekends with his family somewhere in the Sussex countryside. His bedroom had his bed and a sofa bed so naturally we were put together. At 11 we had already discovered that everything was in full working order and we slept in the same bed. The second night he said he had something to show me when we went to bed, he produced some of his older sisters underwear, she was away at school, he put them on and proceeded to do a little show, he said he did it often with his sisters, who knows, anyway he was very excited and exciting, We were sent into a bit of a frenzy by this and there was a night of , what if we tried this , what if I did that to you and it would be good if you did this to me as well. all in the name of learning about our bodies.
The impression this made on me seems to have echoed down the years, I suppose it was my first unknowing introduction to ladyboys.
At 17 at the end of a slightly chequered scholastic life I was encouraged to leave home and join an old colonial shipping company BISN Co. Ltd . Which had main offices in Bombay and Calcutta
amongst others. After three and a half years training, at sea, I was posted to a ship that spent a lot of time round the coast of India. Going from a south coast of England resort to Bombay in mid sixties was rather like going to another planet, but I loved it, Whenever there was an opportunity I wandered of into parts of Bombay that really were out of bounds, there I discovered that some of the beautiful Indian dancing girls were actually boys, some stunningly beautiful, I was by then very tanned, small and fair haired and could easily,and was, mistaken for an Anglo, so I could get away with anything and as well as speaking Hindi, I did. It wasn't really allowed to mix for either side but we found ways. This was my first introduction to full on femboy sex, loved every second of it. This passed the next few years of my life