June Flowers, proud,
and a right to be!
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HOW JUNE FLOWERS GOT HER NAME
A number of years ago I was seeing
a lady who worked days whilst I was working nights. When we had weekends off
together I would go to her house on a Friday am and stay over till the
Sunday. On the Friday morning I would go to bed and get up about lunch time
to go do the weekend shopping. I used to borrow a night dress of hers to
sleep in. I thought I was safe till one Friday morning she came home early
from work as she was unwell. OOooops... I expected a huge explosion and bye
bye "you." I was stunned when she said, "Ah, I knew I wasn't as untidy as I
thought. If you're going to borrow my underwear, leave the draw tidy."
What could I say ?? ...so I said nothing. As was our custom, we would go
walking on a Saturday after breakfast taking a packed lunch and come home in
the evening and I would cook dinner. At lunchtime we were sat on a
grassy bank having lunch and we discussed my cross dressing; t he date was
June 2nd. It was a glorious day, sunshine, nice countryside, hedgerow full
of wild flowers. "Well," she said eventually, "We better find you a name."
What Could be Better: 'June Flowers'.
The pictures here were taken at an event held annually in Manchester in the UK for transpersons from all over the country. It is a fantastic three day extravaganza of all things feminine. It gives transpeople, male and female an opportunity to be what we are for three or four days in a safe and friendly environment and to meet friends old and new.
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