Julia Simmons
A Word From Judi
Julia has prevailed on me to say a few words. Perhaps sometime I'll
say a little about my background (as it might be relevant) - or perhaps I won't. I'll
see how I feel. What I will say is how I come to cope with Julia.
Well, it wasn't straightforward, and I'm amazed to read of those wives who say it was.
I'd known a TV as a friend in the distant past so I had a bit of background. But
that's different to when it's your own husband. That helped, but it still takes an
effort to get used to a tall sexy she-male around the house.
Do I feel overpowered, and my sexuality threatened ? No, because I know what I am and
what Julia is, despite appearances.
Do I feel I must compete in the femininity stakes ? Not must - but I sometimes
do because it's fun. I'm sure most women like to dress up sexily from time to time. If
Julia is being too showy, or gets on my nerves, I've got this short green satin evening
dress. It's tight and has a low front. With a bit of pulling and tugging, my boobs
will hang over the front. "Equal that, Julia ! You can't"
Is there anything I'm not happy about or won't do ? Oh yes - I really don't want to do
anything sexual with Julia (at least not for the time being) and I have mixed feelings
about being driven to a TV meeting. The meeting is all right, it's the driving. In case
we're stopped or have an accident.
I think it has helped me to cope as I've always been open minded about sex, from an
early age. But that doesn't mean you don't have to work at it.
If any wives want to write to me, you are welcome, but I certainly don't think I've
got all the answers
Judi
24 November 1997
Now I feel I can add some more to what I wrote earlier. I've had e-mails from some
wives. Some can accept their partners cross dressing OK, but others find it very difficult
or impossible. I've written back to all of them individually.
All I can say is, it's the same person under the makeup and wig as the one the rest of the
world sees as a man. It's not
Jekyll and Hyde - there's no personality change. If he's warm and kind and loving as John,
then he is as Joanne. Or not. I know we women sometimes find it hard to see what's always
so wonderful about our bodies - often becouse we're very practical. (I remember wishing my
boobs were smaller as they bounced about as I ran to catch a bus ! But of course it's good
to be 36C when I dress up in my nice sexy clothes.)
I feel that I can tell you a little more about myself. As a teenager I was uninhibited and
loved sex. It seemed a natural, healthy activity. When I was 19 I went to work in London, and
my boyfriend there used to take photos of me - I came to love posing. After a year or so I lost
both my job and my boyfriend, and got pretty desperate. I started modelling for glamour
magazines, and it seemed easy and good money. From there I moved on to being a hostess in a
topless bar - and, sadly, drinking too much.
This is a part of my life that I am not proud of.
At about 9 in the evening, with two other girls, I'd start off wearing a miniskirt, stockings
and suspenders and high heels. The usual male fantasy. The management didn't mind that by
about 3 in the morning, when I'd drunk too much gin, my skirt was usually off and I was being
fondled by the customers.
Sometimes I slept with them afterwards. I wouldn't do it for money - only if I liked them.
What a fool - they must have thought it was their lucky day ! One night the drinking all ended,
thank God.
I was in a taxi after the club had closed with someone. I just had a coat on over my stockings
and supenders. My coat was hanging open and all I knew was he was screwing me as the taxi went
down Oxford Street. He said he'd drop me off at my flat, but somehow I found myself wandering
about on the pavement with no idea where I was. I can remeber cars hooting at me - and then a
police car picked me up. They obviously thought I was a whore, but found I was so drunk I
didn't know what I was doing. I woke up in a police station with a hangover and wrapped in a
blanket. I still had on the skimpy underwear and lashings of makeup. I still rmember sitting
there, stone cold sober and so embarassed I didn't know what to do with myself.
I never went back to the club, and I've never touched another drop of alcohol - I turned my life
round. I still posed from time to time, but only if I was happy about it. Actually, I did a
session about a month ago with girl of about 18 - we were supposed to be a mother and daughter.
I'm amazed anyone is interested in looking at photos of a 45 year old past her best.
I'm certainly not putting up any photo here that's recognisable. I've chosen a very old one,
from years ago. This makes me a bit nostalgic for those days long ago when I was young and fairly
innocent, before the bad times.
Judi
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