A Weekend Trip to Amsterdam
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My Birthday Weekend in Amsterdam
On Saturday the 31/104 I was up very bright and early to get ready to
get to Bristol Airport. I had to be there for 4.00 am to catch 6.00 am
flight. I wore my black skirt suit with front split black top and black
high heeled boots. I must admit I love black. I am a 45 year old per op
TS I was travelling for the first time as a female on my Passport as
Jane. It was also my birthday.
Well I was up at 3.00 am to get ready had to be there on time for the
6.00 am flight. I got there and went and had a coffee. My old mate Bren
works as a baggage handler there. He was going to try and catch hold of
me to have a few words but he was just snowed under, Easy Jet keeps
that place humming.
Well I had two cups of coffee and was ready to go through the Security
checks. I went through the metal scanners and a lady body searched me
like she did other women. My passport was in the name of Jane Hudson
was checked and I was in the waiting area of Bristol airport for
departures. My KLM flight was going to be on time.
I was chatting to a Lady who was going to see her daughter in South
Africa, she was flying to Amsterdam to get connecting flight. I must
admit I am not the world most keen flyer back in the 70s when I was at
Sea I was on a light plane joining a ship when it just did not want to
play any more, oh well way it goes my dear.
The weather was rough wet wind and raining my dears. I looked out of
the airport window, oh sh-t I thought. The lady was very nice we sat
there chatting and drinking our coffee. I would have liked a nice
cupper but airport tea yuck, coffee bad but the tea is more like bilge
water out of a 19 40s tanker that been on the bottom since 1943 it
horrid.
The coach to the plane came along, we got on and were driven to the
plane. The wind and rain was worse now until we got on the plane. The
Air Hostess went through all the safety stuff. Loved the uniforms they
wore. Very feminine skirt and jacket in a lovely light blue. The girls
make up was spot on they all looked so lovely.
The plane was ready to take off. We then took off the wind buffeting
the plane as she lifted off the ground. I was holding on for dear life,
as she was climbing with all the rocking and stuff, boy that wind and
rain. My dears all it needed was Charlton Heston to be the pilot that
would of put the cap on it.
Once we got some height it settled down it was not a long flight and I
had a bite to eat as the ladies came around with food and drink. Then
we were coming in to land. Oh crap the weather was rough wind rain the
plane up and down like a Yo-yo. I was real glad when the thing landed.
FLYING may be needed but it's not fun. Oh please invent transporters
like NCC1701 E has. Okay I'm a bit of a Trek fan, sorry girls...
Well I got off and went to get my bag. Bren had written a message on my
bag. Have good Holiday you old bugger. He is a good lad, good laugh. He
has backed me all the way on my transition his missus is cool with it
too. Mind some of my old mates have not been so keen. But yet a guy,
Dave, I worked the doors with as Mark is now my on off boyfriend go
figure!!!! Mind you I am not moaning about it he is lush a right
bastard sometimes but he has a lush cock...
I went and got a ticket for the train to Amsterdam and off I went on
the train to the station in the city centre. Once there I got a long
term ticket for the trams for only 6.50 Euros, bloody good value. I was
on tram 2 and off to find the Arco hotel, it was by the Van Goth
Museum. I missed stop went past it pouring with rain but in the end
found it and booked in. I had a shower and then did my make up. I
changed into my black trouser suit black top and black court high
heeled shoes. I love black. I called for a cab and went to a tranny pub
called Illibet. I went onto the pub the girls behind the bar were
beautiful.
I was having a great chat with the girls. Then there was a guy who was
chatting to me, I must admit I got so smashed I can't remember the
guy's name. It was the first time I had a drink for ages. He was all
over me like a cheap suit. I must admit I liked it, I know slut but I
was drunk girls. Other girls came in asking me all about myself I told
them all about myself that I was in transition and was living full
time. They asked about hormones and all the rest, I told them all about
it.
The music was going I started dancing, boy I was steaming along I was
getting loads of drink, brought for me as I told them it was my
birthday. I was having loads of fun, the guy was kissing me, I was
loving it. Oh dear drink does make you lose it. The girl inside was
gagging for it.
Anyhow the night went on dancing, kissing, him feeling me up; I was so
gone. Well to cut to the chase I woke up at 5.30 am, in this guy flat
with his arm over me. I felt, well sore, yet happy. I got up, dressed,
he kissed me good bye, but you know guys it was no love job but it was
fun.
I got a taxi back to the hotel was I looking and feeling rough. I got
back about 7.00 am. I then got undressed and hit the sack until
10.30am. Oh sh-t was I yuck I had a guy pounding my head with a lump
hammer from the inside out, AND OH DEAR up it comes. Now I know one of
the reasons I don't normally drink. One, no control over what I do.
Two, feel like very bad, bad sh-t.
I sat there trying to reboot myself. I did in the end. Girls please
don't try doing eye make with hangover and bleary vision not the best
idea. I did in the end get dressed and walked into town. I had a Burger
King, I need something if I was going to up chuck. I hate the dry one's
when nothing left but I was all sicked out so I was okay.
I had a good look around the shops and got a top on C&A. I also E-
MAILED my friend Bea, a post TS and my best friend. Then went back to
the hotel. That Sunday the weather was okay, it was in the evening the
wind rain started up.
I went looking for a restaurant that I was told about, ended up in the
hooker area, nice girls. I was having a chat with a couple of them as
they could see I was lost, well I was not lost but could not find the
place. Show how I am now here these very nice, hardly dressed girls and
what do I notice?
I say, 'Love your boots.'
We had a lovely little chat about her fab boots, real sexy high heeled
boots. I then went back to hotel. I went to a pub restaurant in the
town centre had great steak meal and a great night out. I got back
about 1.00am.
The Monday I was up for the Hotel breakfast. I wore A nice cotton
skirt, knee length boots, black jacket black top and went off around
the shops. I went all over the place, got some money out of the bank.
The Public transport there is great, anyone who owns a car there is mad
you just don't need one. I love the trams. I was going everywhere on
them. I just love being girly on the bus train coach or tram its real
fun.
I had a lovely lunch in a small caf? near the hotel then I got back
changed into my little black dress. I wore a jacket with it, as it was
cold. I got the tram over to the pub another, great night but I was not
drinking.
I was invited to a local restaurant with a couple of TS', Carol and
Susan, and guess what both were Brits, we are every where my dears. The
food was great, Indian, just up from the pub. I had Lamb, the two girls
live there. I found them fun. One worked in a small shop the other was
a driver for a company just outside Amsterdam or something. To be
honest they got me on the white wine and I ended up smashed again. I
don't normally drink so I am not used to it, I used to be but it caused
me bother.
Anyhow I may be wrong over what they did or did not. By the way high
heels and drink are very interesting together. We than went to this
Club the Palaces or something. I was dancing then these two got of with
two blokes and the blokes mate came over, Peter, he was a bit shorter
than me black hair and he was putting his hand right up my dress I was
away then. No control when I drink my dears. I ended up in one of the
girls flat, don't ask me who's, giving this guy a blow job and then I
got taxi back to Hotel. Must admit he had a nice one and tasted yummy.
Okay I know, but I was smashed again and I forgot the rubber. I have
had the test since, so all is okay. But it was lots of girly fun.
The next day I was back to England, more rain and wind. I was flying
back 8.30am. I got my black trouser suit on got the tram to the train
station and the train to the Airport. I went through the checks got
duty frees for the guys at work and big bottle of gin for my friend
Bea. I had breakfast there quick use of the ladies then hang around.
Air travel is just pants wait, wait, wait. Then once on the plane and
this one had props it was the same up down side to side. I looked
around for a guy with a briefcase like out of Airport or Airplane, gee
I hate flying. Oh lovely ground oh lovely ground it was great to land.
Once we landed I was right through into car and off home. I dropped
into work, I was not in for another couple of days and I wanted to give
the lads their stuff they paid me for. I was then off to Tesco get some
milk and bread.
That was my trip as Jane to Amsterdam, mind you I find out the heating
packed up, oh well that another story...
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