Isabella's Life



This Biography is about Me (Isabella), I was Named Ian at Birth,
My Life started really in Germany, My Farther (God Bless his Soul), was in the British Army, He was with the Royal Artillery Corps,
He was a Sergeant & Heavy Goods Vehicle Mechanic,
The first relocation of me wanting to dress up in Girls Clothes, Was when My Brother, Sister and I were playing games at home, (As you do), One day we played dressing up, (wearing the clothes of the opposite sex), This is when I believe was the Transformation of Ian to Isabella started, I quite enjoyed playing this game, even to trying to loose so I could end up wearing my Sisters Clothes, In those years it was only be wearing her Knickers, Under slip and a Dress, But on my Boyish body it felt sensational, This was when I was about 7 or 8 Years Old.
When I was around 10 years old, We moved from Germany to England, We moved to Dukenfield (Tameside, Gr Manchester), My Cross dressing carried on, even to paying my Sis, out of my pocket money to Borrow her clothes, She obliged more often than not, (If the price was right), I could borrow most of her clothes if the Price was right,
When I was about 12, We moved to Droylsden, Now my dad owned a shop (Grocers), I helped out behind the counter, Again my Cross Dressing continued, This time more and more, Mum & Dad worked in the shop, My sister was going out with boys and my Brother was in his last year at High School, Taking his Exams for Sixth former and then to gain his A'Levels,
When I was 16, I got a job at M.I.C Ltd, A place for the YTS Apprentice Scheme, I was in the Designing area, Hoping to go into Mechanical Drawing, Inventing Mechanical Things, Similar things that you steer your Car with and so-forth, Whilst I was on this YTS Scheme, I also obtained another Job as a Salesman, I then sold Seafood to the Pubs and Clubs in the City of Manchester, Mainly OLDHAM Street, Mainly the Yates Clubs, Some of you from MANCHESTER Might remember Me, I was the Seafood Salesman who Shouted out "SEX FOOD", This sales pitch, sold my Seafood very well, I made 100+ Percent profit on everything I sold, This money not only provided my Girls clothes, but also let me live, But at this time I still was living with my Parents
When I was about 20, I moved down to Cambridge, I had a job as a Designer, I designed Boxes for the commercial Market (Yes, Someone has to do it), Then some four years down the line, a Job as HGV1 (Heavy Goods Driver Class 1) came up, I grabbed it with both hands, I always wanted to be a "Trucker". During those four years, I still was Cross dressing, I even went out to buy my own clothes, That was hard, I felt Embarrassed, I hoped that they thought it was for my Partner, (I didn't have one).
I soon approached my 26th Birthday, I felt weird, I hadn't had a girlfriend or other, I felt it was time to find myself, I met this fine Lady on the CB radio, We had a great sex life, but this relationship fell apart, around Christmas 1995.
Come January 1996, I met my now Wife, February 14th 1996, we got engaged, (Maybe too soon), I had now almost married into a family, She had Two boys from her previous Marriage and also a Girl whom she adopted with her previous Husband, She is also a Foster Parent with a Girl she been trying to Adopt with her previous Marriage.
I (Thought) that I loved her, but maybe it was her Caring and loving ways, that I fell in love with, But !! we got married on the 20th June 1997, When we got married she knew all about my Cross dressing, but didn't understand properly, The Wedding was Great, I wished we would be married forever.
Shortly after our Marriage , we started to Foster another Child, But several months after, It started to fall apart, Argument after Argument, I felt it was time to get out, But things overtook me, The girl she was trying to Adopt, Became my Daughter (I Adopted her), and then the other child was put up for Adoption, (I love this Little Child) but I cannot live a Lie, I need to get to know myself for real, am I a Girl as I feel, Or am I Macho Ian, The guilt that gets thrown into my face, its I don't know,
Help me make the right Move

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