Nightmare

I know this is entirely uncommon for me to blog about; but I just woke from a nightmare. I wrote it down, and it probably will seem ridiculous. I just felt like sharing it suddenly. Maybe I'm just avoiding going back to bed.

It hasn't been discussed for awhile, but I've written a lot of television concepts. None you'd see on the air unfortunately, but a lot that have received pretty great feedback. Not the kind that I can count and use at the bank, is the key difference.

The majority came from a series of recurring dreams that I would have over the period of months and years. In one instance, I've written out a bible for 22 episodes, and we've fully written a 2 hour pilot and 4 1 hour episodes from my recurring dreams. I still vividly recall what I intended to do after the 22 episodes. That show, above the others, is my baby. I want people to hear the story, and I'm beginning to think about other mediums.

I would have these dreams all the time, every night I seemed to pick back up where the last left off, giving me a mostly sequential and rational chain of events to write from. I haven't had these dreams since another person has been sleeping in my bed. I never really had thought about that until my family had begun sleeping in another bed, and now are in Philippines on vacation. I began to have dreams again.

So with that in mind, I had a nightmare.

My family; and other random people had flooded an underground pathway, industrial with boxes everyone. We were practically a river, quietly trying to escape view from an alien invasion.

It was like a convoy, there were people on foot, carrying belongings, and also some high tech equipment, robot suits in which I piloted with my family. This was quite a large underground pathway apparently.

A few of our robot suits went up to the surface and out the door. It was totally quiet, we were in a field somewhere, with the exception of a shed just ahead. The other two robot suits moved ahead and crouched at the shed, but then as I was emerging from the doorway of the underground I saw an alien ship flying ahead. We all ran back downstairs.

We had abandoned our robot suits and I recommended my family hide in a large cabinet with wooden doors, otherwise filled with boxes. We needed to keep quiet. There was one more person who snuck in with us, and then we had to make no sound, as the aliens came down into the tunnels.

I was terrified.

Finally the cabinet door was swung open and several aliens were outside. They looked like they wore armour, they had thin arms and only a few fingers, and they lacked much of a neck, broad shoulders up to wide heads.

One of them stepped forward and stretched out its arms towards us. The person who was hiding with us freaked out and attacked. The three of the aliens killed him.

My family was doomed. I tried my best to calm them because it seemed strange, the outstretched arms. I did not know how to signal them that we are peaceful. I recall thinking that we should not raise our arms, or shush them to peace. Any sound of movement could be misunderstood. So we just stood there, until finally, the truth was revealed.

They were Doctors. Humanity had a sickness none of us were aware of, something so bad that it made us angry and rabid like the way we all behave to each other. It affected our ability to see things clearly our entire lives. They had come in great numbers to try to help us.

Everything except the final moments felt like a terrifyingly real nightmare. When I woke, I just stared up for awhile until I could calm myself. I was agitated. I turned and decided, on a whim, to check the time on my phone. I had a text message.

It is my friend. She just went to emergency and texted me 30 minutes before I woke up. She is very sick.

Ask Mei: Shoes and Shaving

Q: I shaved my arms for the first time today, I love how soft and smooth they feel, but I nicked myself a few times on the bumps and curves on my hands and elbows. Do you have any recommendations on keeping skin smooth and hairless?

Mei: It is important, especially during the winter months, to lotion several times a day. If you are finding that you are especially dry you should use something thick like a petrolium jelly. Otherwise, a body butter or body lotion will suffice when applied patiently and repeatedly. You want your dominants to feel you melt between their fingers when they caress you, don't you? I do.

There are products you can use after you shave to reduce/prevent redness, bumps, and razor burn. They essentially are rubbing alcohol in nature and sting when applied. Apply them everywhere you shaved before you apply your lotion.

Also, maintenance is imperative. You will experience fewer problems if you are not removing as much hair, so when you shave, keep it up, spot check, have a bath and shave in the bath or shower. It should work with your schedule, but don't neglect it.

YOu can use products like Nair or Veet on your arms, safely enough, also you might prefer waxing those regions. If you are on hormones your regrowth of hair should reduce soon enough that waxing becomes more economically viable than in the past. The issue I have with both shaving and Nair is that it really doesn't take it much past the root.

Consider the No!No! Hair Removal system. Yes, it does work, despite cynics. It requires repeated use and sticking to a regime of using it. If you use it a few times, you won't get significant results. This would be especially useful for arms and elbows, perhaps with a little finesse or a helping hand for the elbows.

You should also accept that females have body hair as well, in varying degrees. I want to be hairless as much as the next tgirl, but we should use our resources strategically. If you keep the hair thinned and reduced, you don't have to sweat having a little hair on the arms if it means you can afford laser hair removal on a more pressing area immediately.




Q: I love shoes too! I was wondering what are your favorite pair of shoes that you own and what shoes do you really wish you could have?

Mei: Now that is a difficult question. I struggle so much with picking favourites, and so I'll just go ahead and take a few pictures, let's call it a tie, pretty please??

The blue I got from Brida,(the online store does not do it justice) a store I absolutely love. They were on clearance for: 10 dollars. They are fabulous.

The red I bought on amazon along with some heart-shaped heels. I absolutely adore unique wedge designs. Take notes boys.

As far as shoes I wish I had? I require an endless supply of shoes, so my hunger will never be satiated. That said, I would love to have a pair of glittery slingback louboutins. The knock-off isn't in my size at my local ghetto mall. I will expand my hunt.

Becoming Mei in May, maybe?

I've never been so close before! My family has shocked and overwhelmed me with a sudden burst of financial support. Mother, Brother, Aunt, and Father have all pledged donations for me to ensure I can get a few of the surgeries I need to be full-time as soon as...

May.

Yes, I'm finalizing details and have been talking with a Doctor back and forth. I'll be heading to Bangkok Thailand to have breast augmentation and one of either waist or face alterations. I have not yet decided, it really comes down to techniques being used, and cost.

I will be filming the surgeries and my Thailand trip pre and post surgery, including what I hope will be interviews with the front line katoey heroes of Bangkok in addition to the Doctor who will be performing his medical wizardy to reincarnate this Scarlet Woman into being.

I'm almost at my goal of 10 000 of your American dollars; only a few thousand remain to be collected. However, I've run out of family members so now I set my sights to the creative.

I am so eager to be able to do the videos and adult content personally for this blog that I have longed for and expressed via the use of captions and others. The time is approaching where I can bring in extra funds with cam work and potentially with revenue from an adult site I plan on launching, or just plain old fashioned happy ending massages.

To meet my goal I am asking that you donate. 

To express my sincerest thanks for contributions exceeding twenty-five of your American dollars I will send you an autographed copy of a professional and altogether sexy portrait, taken post Thailand.

For such brazenly generous contributions as to exceed fifty of your American dollars, I will send you a happy video message with a flash of my store bought biscuits, taken post Thailand.

You deliciously helpful individuals who donate amounts exceeding one hundred American dollars will have both the previous, plus I'll write your name and any message you want on my pale lady fabulous body so the world can know I intend to be happy advertising of your generosity. Taken post Thailand.

I certainly would entertain any other ideas of how I can show appreciation for those who are helping me at this important time.

If you are interested, please email me at bubblepopmei@yahoo.com and we will discuss further.
Do what's right; help Mei become a sex object tonight.

Red Mei

I came like a princess this weekend. Wow so much joy rolling around in bed, pale and dark entwined is naturally sexy.

While I was awaiting my pleasure partner I took the opportunity to snap a few photos I hope you enjoy.

Thanks to all of you who have contributed to my growing shoe addiction. Send me shoes and I'll show them off!

Show a little cleavage

I had a pretty great weekend. I went to a comedy club and nobody seemed to notice that I was transtastic. Not even those who hadn't met me before in our own entourage! "Why do you keep saying 'he'?" Jessica and Amanda were questioned by their friend when they succumbed to the slip of tongue.

"Oh... just a mistake" was the reply from Amanda, a new hero for my comic book life.

Sunday was more casual. Board games with my pals in "the nerd herd" as I affectionately refer to them. It was a first for most of them seeing me dressed, and it went off without a hitch! Very supportive friends, all, and each of them doing their best not to stare at the buffet of boobs that I presented.

Yes, my boobs are flowering! It is funny how I wake up and don't really notice until one day I fill out a dress better than expected. Sure, I'm wearing breast forms, but I've figured a way to sort of push them to the side behave like a push up bra while still giving the larger shape. Even naked my boobs are clearly larger than before, yay hormones, yay science, yay boobies!

Wall of boobs.

Changing rooms

I've been shopping more lately. Now that things are beginning to settle in the new house, boxes are vanishing and in their stead interiors are designed, it seems like a good idea to return to one of my favourite past-times: shopping.

A few of my co-workers, one in particular, have become great friends and shopping partners and we're even going clubbing on Saturday! In order to be prepared, I wanted to get a nice top and skirt going, but in all honesty without breasts it is extremely difficult to find a top.

Tops in today's trends have lace, or are see through. They have thin straps and low backs or plunging necklines. I went out three lunch breaks in a row and each time came up empty handed. Without real breasts, I won't be having much luck finding tops to go with my now six or seven skirts.

Instead I returned to old faithful, dresses. I went back to Le Chateau outlet with a coworker on lunch break today and tried on dresses. I went into the stall, put the dresses on, and showed them off with the door open. Nobody minded. Why had I waited this long to do this, I wonder?

Five fabulous dresses tried on, two fabulous dresses purchased. Efficient lunch hour, n'est pas?

Tomorrow I set my sights on shoes and accessories. I'll be wearing a cute black dress and have to contemplate whether I round house kick the world with colourful red heels, or go for purple and grab the clutch my dear friend Shaun gave me for Christmas, or go classic black pump. I'm told every lady needs a classic black pump.

Trouble with Travelling

This is such a roller coaster, being trans and struggling to make it happen in a fabulous gender quest. There is a lot of fear and sadness, as well as the fuck and joy.

I still need to find money to get my surgeries in Thailand, but now it has become clear this will be a difficult task, as the Canadian government's position on traveling transpeople is not a positive one.

Of course it isn't a punishment to be forced to live and work in Bangkok after being rejected from your own country. It is a blessing when you're from as morally backwards a place as Canada.

http://www.thestar.com/news/article/1124512--transgendered-people-outraged-over-canada-s-identification-rules-for-air-travel?bn=1

Dreaming Solo

I used to have such vivid dreams, I wrote tv scripts to express the endless flow of imaginative, recurring concepts that came to life as I slept. I can't remember the last time I had a dream.

That was until the first night I slept alone in my new bed. I've had vivid, intensely sexy, imaginative, and very trans focused dreams every single night since moving into my own room.

well the first night i dreamt about the same concept as the one tv show i have had pretty decent feedback about the city is under attack and stuff, very like toronto warzone ish and im leading a group of people i know to resist, and then i go into a dress shop and the lady is expecting me and she gets me into a pretty dress and helps me be so pretty and then she opens the curtain and they are all there and its like im coming out to them.

The next night I had a dream I was talked into being a ladyboy pet for a black family in a very run down creepy house. It was so visual and sexy and as with all these dreams I felt so very very much vulnerability and submissive. I recall struggling with some tasks like cleaning the run down crack-ish house but being so hopelessly dazed for how the matriarch of the house especially talked to me.

Last night was a James Bond spy night. I had a spy plane and attended a sexy party where I made friends with a flirt as much a flirt as me and we did a get away being chased by the bad guys.

I'm eager to be on my back in bed again!

Moving

I apologize for being away so long. I hit a depressing spot and then was sucked into a whirlwind of packing, moving, and unpacking. Firefighters are very sexy when they move heavy things.

I'm now living in a big house with my Mom, brother, the mother of my daughter, and my daughter. It is cramped, but free babysitting, and I have my own room. It is purple. ^_^

All that is in the room is a king size mattress and my computer, and I hope to do some webcam whoring soon.

I've been yearning really badly for my friend Jessica to sprinkle me with that gentle dominant personality again. Must be since I had this dream...

Stealing Mei

The other day I came online to a flood of messages, concerned about my blog. It was missing. I was digitally kidnapped. Thanks to all of the many people who warned me of this.

This isn't the sexy kind of abduction.

 After investigating the situation a little more it seems like there was unusual activity on my account, so I did the things you'd normally do, and now I'm backing up my blog locally.

It broke my heart

The idea that I would have lost my blog was very powerful. I almost offed myself. I felt like.. in all that is happening to me in my life, and all that isn't happening fast enough or with certainty, my blog is how I can express myself, so even if I never get the ten thousand ish I need for my surgeries and I never survive to have the body in the bath that I need so badly, then at least I was being myself here, online, if nowhere else.

If I ever get the money to have my surgeries, I'll be earning money filming this.