Authored by Delia - the eldest daughter of the unforgettable J. Peasemold Gruntfuttock Esquire.
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Post #1 From: 41Turkeys Date: 30th August 2018, 08:55 PM
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Crossdress.me Forum's 
Thank-a-Mod-Week!
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Recently, I've been seeing lots of moaning around the the crossdress.me 
forum, and I wanted to do something that means we can all give something 
back to the moderators.

Mods work very hard around the clock for us, and sometimes it's easy to
just moan and moan about forum bugs, feature requests, or all the while
asking for free unrestricted access to the porno stuff.

So, this week, join us to celebrate all the hard work that mods do for
us and THANK YOUR MOD!

What Can You Do?

We want you to get in touch with your Mod, by Twitter, email or PM, and
tell them why you love their moderation so much.

Note to Mods: Mods please email maureen(at)imagirly(dot)co(dot)uk if you
have an email addy you want to add to the list. Make sure to include the
kink subforum so we know where to add it.


These are email addresses that Mods have sent us so far so that you can
thank them:

++++ None yet, but I'll update this daily as your suggestions flood in! ++++

You can also tweet about the campaign to @thankyoumods or Post
#thankyourmodsweek

We need a logo!

If you're good with Photoshop etc, we need a groovy logo and a graphic
to go in people's signatures with something like 'I thanked My Mod!' in
it. Email maureen(at)imagirly(dot)co(dot)uk if you're interested.

And Finally...

Thank you for supporting this campaign and I hope no mod 
becomes upset by being inundated with thousands of emails.
 
So waste no time! Get on with 'Happily Thanking your Mod!'

41Turkeys
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Awesome Guide Writer / Noob life-saver

Author of:
41Turkeys' Ultimate Guide To Brown-Nosing
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Post #2 From: Delia Date: 31st August 2018, 08:54 AM
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sycophants-r-us
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Cor! Yeah! I'll have some of that!

I've created a site called sycophants-R.us, where you can all add your
mod-greets!  (See footnote 1.)


Delia
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Please PM me for xdressing help!
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Post #3 From:Delia Date: September 1st 2018, 08:21 AM
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Sycophants-R-Us (SRU): English Chapter
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(re-posted here with kind permission of  sycophants-R.us)

Hello fellow sycophants! 

Further to my earlier post Thank-a-Mod-week really kicks off after work
today. We, (well, we the English Chapter of Sycophants-R-Us, that is), will all be
meeting up in Guildford. The plan is to swoop on Chunky-Mod. He usually
lurks as Sys-Admin on the Industrial Estate there.

After a few hug-a-chunks and cop-a-feels we'll all feel bloody good
about ourselves won't we? And it's all back to the Groveller's
afterwards. Last one in buys the Chianti Classico!

See you there everyone!

P.S. Full details on the website h t t p : //www.sycophants-R.us - yesterdays
non-linking error now corrected

Delia
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Please PM me for xdressing help! Please!
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Post #4 From: Tootsie Date: 1st September 2018, 12:55 PM

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lol
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lol i'm there delia

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tootsie
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Post #5 From:  Delia  Date: 1st September 2018, 04:56 PM

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Reminder Sycophants-R-us
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(re-posted here with kind permission of  sycophants-R.us)

Guildford cattle market 6.30 sharp.

Yes it's tonight for the Hunky-Chunky-Mod Swoop Group meet. Be there or
be square.

Delia
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Please PM me for xdressing help! Pretty
please!
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Post #6 From:Tootsie Date: 1st September 2018, 08:18 PM
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What happened?
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i missed it.
 good turn out?

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tootsie
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Post #7 From: Delia Date: 2nd September 2018, 10:26 AM
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Dishy-Mod-of-the-Day

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[tootsie wrote] "i missed it. good turn out?"[/tootsie wrote]

(re-posted here with kind permission of  sycophants-R.us)

Well folks, those of you in the English Chapter that attended the 'do'
at the Grovellers, in Guildford last evening, had a super time. I was so
pleased we all managed to fit in. Mario had bought in a few extra
bottles of Chianti Classico as requested. I'd told him we would all be
coming 'en masse' and to expect, at least, 100+. He was right though;
the two extra bottles were enough.

Anyway, I just know our chunky-hunky-mod enjoyed all the man-hugs you
gave him - and those from me too - (you can see he's pleased in the
picture I took). I lingered in the hug a little longer than normal; I
summoned up all my courage and pressed quite close! I decided I quite
like man boobs, don't you? Well, no probably, you more than likely being
a fella; you most likely don't. On the other hand though...

But to continue... it was strange, no-one sat close to him all evening.
I guess, being a code-monkey, he's one of the Great Unwashed and whiffs
a bit. You know what I mean? But I couldn't be sure though; I'm having
trouble with my sinuses at the moment and tend to snort snot sideways
and everywhere.

I'm sorry! Was that too much information?

No-one mentioned any odd smells and the evening passed just fine. Folks
tended to drift away after about 7'ish as they had something else
scheduled. My my, what busy lives you all lead! Phones were hot with all
those diary entries I could see being made. Someone was going on about
an app that can ring your phone whenever you want. What would be the
point of that? Daft if you ask me.

But I missed most of the conversation, such as there was with lots of you 
being called away, while I was making peace with Mario. He said I'd promised 
100 guests, when I done no such thing. 

I know how difficult it is for members in these stricken
times. Travel costs are so high now, aren't they? Some had come from as
far away as Shalford. And that is over three miles away! Thanks for all
that effort! You know who you are; I won't embarrass you by naming
names. But it was a shame when you had to leave very early-on to get
back, the lights on your bike having broken. But, as I say, I think the
evening passed off very well.

Well, apart that is from that slightly unpleasant moment when someone
flashed their phone in Hunky-Chunk's face and asked "can you beat that
then?" Clearly the picture on phone in question was a huge erection
unsuccessfully hiding behind a thong. He went went red then purple for a
moment; puce even; I thought the game was up and we all were going to
get a tongue lashing. Asperger's and Tourettes together is quite a
burden for one boy to carry isn't it? You see he has no real idea how
big his slong is because he can't see it; the folds of fat hide it from
him.

I wouldn't have minded winkling it out though...

But, to continue... in the event he was easily distracted by someone
breaking a glass behind him. And we were saved from his tongue. He's
known to have the attention span of a gnat on a Summer's evening buzzing
back to places already visited. So I suppose it is no real surprise the
moment passed quite easily.

Now, as it happened, I had the time to ask our Hunky-Chunky-Mod your
questions over breakfast this morning.

I really ought to re-phrase that ... as nothing happened. No. Nothing.

I tell you - nothing at all happened... More's the pity!

Well, here's what did happen... after polishing off the two bottles of
Chianti between us, he was a bit legless and I thought I'd better see
him home.

Despite me promising him I was going to make him famous as my latest
toy-boy. And telling him that between us we could re-populate
Passchendaele. And handing over a purse full of Viagra. He was as limp
as a filleted cuttle fish in a wheelchair on an outing to Lourdes. Even
beneath the three pairs of knickers he had on.  Yes, he wore three pairs; 
I know we girls sometimes double up when we have a period but three pairs 
just strikes me as greedy.

I don't think he had a clue as to what delights were on offer! If he
did, he certainly didn't want them. No, and I wasn't put off by the all
frilly underwear either; I'd have been willing to give it a go. I tend
to wear the plainer style with a larger gusset myself, but hey-ho.

I suppose I've lost some of my allure since I stopped colouring my hair
and become menopausal - well long since really. And so what? I've
developed a few 'laughter lines'. And the flesh sags a bit where it
didn't used to. We all have to face up to age catching us up eventually.
It's a cruel, cruel World, isn't it? But I digress... and what am I
waffling on about?

Without more ado - let me announce our Dishy-Mod-of-the-Day!

He's asked me not to reveal his real name or screen-handle(s) as he
might want to get a proper job one day and doesn't want all this tosh
obscuring his CV. I can understand that.

But he's one real Hell-of-a-Fella and a Dishy-Chunky-Hunky-Dunky-Mod I
can tell you.

Here he is:

[Mod edit] 
Picture Removed 
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Isn't he a sweetie? And he's really nothing like the pervert he's made
out to be.

I knew you wouldn't be disappointed. Actually, it isn't the photo I
took. He wouldn't let me use that. (I thought it was we women who were
supposed to be vain.) But he gave me a picture of himself taken before
all that lard loaded, and insisted I use that. So there you go; a little
fishy, wishy-dishy, picture instead.

[Mod edit] 
Replacement picture removed following complaint from uk-decency-for-all.org 
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And here is all I know about Hunky-Chunky-Mod:-

Born: Caesarean section
Nationality: British
Age: 27.75
Pet family name: Oi You!
Occupation: Windows Systems Engineer
Live: Godalming - house share. [Mod Edit] It's a squat and the water's
off![/Mod Edit]
School: Yes
Uni: No
School Prizes: Christmas Raffle 1997
Favourite food: Anything in a pie-case & chips
Favourite colour: Green
Favourite Group : Sugababes
Favourite Oldie: YMCA, Village People
Favourite OS: RISC OS
Favorite phone: Nokia N95
Car: Renault Twingo [Mod Edit] Un-taxed and un-insured [/Mod Edit]
Vote for: Pass
Spare time spent: Chillin' 'n' dressin' 'n' wankin'; no particular order
Sports: Water pistol duels around the rack rooms - but only on night
shift!
Snort etc: Nothing in last 9 months; I'm clean now, honest, well, apart
from a popper or two at weekends
Best Game : The Ultimate Gay Mafia Wars
Dislikes: Anyone who questions me; boyfriend leaving pants on floor;
people taking the piss.
Pet hates: Grey and wrinklies  [Mod Edit] touché [/Mod Edit]
Disappointed by: Not being a girlie
Would like: To be a girlie


Well, there you have it folks. And look out for our next....Dishy-Mod-
of-the-Day coming soon to sycophants-R-us! Are you a member yet? PM
41Turkeys if you want to join!

Delia
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Please PM me for xdressing help from a
real girl!
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Post #8 From: Delia 2nd September 2018, 4:47 PM
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Bravely continuing...
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(re-posted here with kind permission of  sycophants-R.us)

I can confirm that 'Thank Your Mods Week' bravely continues despite the
lethargy displayed by last evening's poor attendance. I only received
one apology. Shame on the rest of you.

I'm not sure what's got into you all. I know that a woman discussing
things about girly-blokes bits and the like in today's 'Dishy-Mod-of-
the-Day' isn't really the social norm. But hey, times are a changing.

All you little wankers out there can really help push the social
barriers on a bit. So don't be frightened - just join in and do your
thing! Brown-nose a bit if you want or just listen to others doing it.
So, OK, maybe you've just got to re-adjust your bra-strap or top up the
bird seed and perhaps your social skills do need honing a touch; but
you've got to get your hand out your panties at some time - do it now!
Please come and join us! If you want some tips on brown-nosing,
41Turkeys has written a how-to. You'll find it on the web site. It's an
invaluable primer for getting to the top in todays world of business.

Anyway, let's get on to tomorrow's Dishy-Mod-of-the-Day.

Who could it be?

He bravely battles the booze; he's bright but boring; he's a big bad
bastard and he's BANNED!

Know who it is yet? Make sure you join sycophants-R-Us to get the full
low-down in tomorrows edition of Dishy-Mod-of-the-Day. Remember to pm
41Turkeys to join!

PS No Swoop Group meet on this one; remember he's banned. (I want to see
if I can get the bastard on my own this time).

Delia
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Please, please PM me for xdressing help
from a real girl!
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Post #9 From:Delia Date: 3rd September 2018, 06:30 AM
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Dishy-Mod-of-the-Day: Failure report
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(re-posted here with kind permission of  sycophants-R.us)

Well fellow member of sycophants-R-us. I have to report abject failure.
It's not often in my life that something gets the better of me. But it
happened last night.

I was all pimped-up to the nines, badly wanting to make a good
impression. I even had my heels on, I haven't worn those in ages... and
the body-shaper... like the home shopping channels have. It had pulled
me in nicely so I really thought I might too, at last.

I left home in Brighton in good time and I'd finally managed to get some
sort of GPS fix from the 4/11 satellites being received on my phone and
eventually found my way to where our Dishy-Mod-of-the-Day lived.

I successfully parked the car... it took a while though. And I only put
a small dent in the door of that Audi A8; I don't 'spose they'll notice.
But I thought I better find another parking space and move somewhere
else just to be safe. And it was that that took the time.

Neasden is such a dump isn't it? For those not in the know, Neasden is in
North London and has little going for it apart from being on the underground 
to Central London. I found the house. It was one of those once high-class
jobs that had housed both well-off family and their servants over
several floors - those above and those below stairs. It had a grand set
of steps up to the superior part of the house and its ornate entrance,
with a smaller set of steps to each side decending to the basement
rooms. The once grand building had long since been deflowered and
converted to flats - or apartments for our American cousins.

I stepped carefully down the very worn steps to the basement flat in my
4 inch heels, minding the milk bottles as I went. Paint was peeling off
wood and masonry everywhere. And it stunk to High Heaven of cat pee.
You know what? Irony of all irony; do you know what the address was?
Flat 1, 1 Pinching Crescent. Well! I ask you. How close is that to all
the brouhaha over disappearing clothing; did he or didn't he? Well,
specially for you, my SRU reader, I was going to find out. But between
you and me I don't for a moment think he really had taken that dress and
underwear. But I was going to ask him anyway. I thought he'd tell me
afterwards.. you know... in that dreamy time after copulating... or
whatever you young boys call it these days.

I knocked on the door and waited. And waited. And I waited. And I
waited. I would have phoned him but what with all the GPS use, the
battery had died.

For some reason my mind wandered to issues of forum moderation... I
really, really appreciate all the amazingly hard work the Mods do on my
behalf... I always make a point of telling my Mod how great a job he is
doing and that's even before I've read all the posts... they like the
feedback you know. Enough! I'm continuing...

I banged on the door again... rat-a-tat-tat, rat-tat. I was getting
quite musically minded with beating out that rhythm; I had visions of
drumming behind Mark Knopfler in a swirl of pink and mauve mist. Mark
came over to me and took the drum sticks from my hands. He held me in
his arms...he pulled me close... Ouch! My body-shaper pulled a crotch
hair and the moment was broken. Dream on Girl! Oh, goodness if only I
could have my time round again.

I forced my attention back to the matters in hand, and without too much
brain down-time. Does your mind drift off sometimes? Mine's more off
than on these days .. but I'm wandering again - sorry.

I knew he was in because I could smell burnt cabbage wafting out to the
stair-well via the Expelair in the wall. And I'd already texted him and
told him to expect me around 8. It was a few minutes after sunset and
the light was starting to go. I kicked the door a bit in the frustration
of getting no answer. The glass panes in the door rattled.

Doing that set off a chain reaction I didn't anticipate...

I only had flimsy fashion shoes on so I'd stubbed my toe with all that
door kicking. Naturally I lifted my foot to give it a rub. When I put it
back down again my stiletto heel pierced the tail of a cat that was
ingratiating itself around my legs and was probably responsible for the
smell. The cat squealed like a barrage balloon with a million p.s.i
leak. I jumped in fright at the unexpected noise and stumbled backwards
on those heels I've been telling you about; in the process knocking open
the door to the hidy-hole behind me. The cacophony woke the fox hiding
in the hidy-hole. Seeing the cat disappearing, the fox whooshed past me
up the steps after it, sending the milk bottles at the top crashing
down.

As I tried to regain my balance, I slipped on an old festering takeaway,
(at least I hope that's what it was). I promptly fell-over backwards,
well and truly into the hidy-hole; knocking over the bins therein and
tearing my stockings as I went. I felt the gusset pop on my body-shaper;
with skirt hitched even higher and with legs akimbo. All my assets were
on full view. If you know what I mean?

Empty beer cans were rolling out from the hidy-hole everywhere. They
mixed in gay abandon with the bottles cascading down the steps. Well,
altogether it was all one hell-of-a din. And it woke things up I can
tell you.

It was the people in the upstairs ground-floor flat that were first to
be roused. They weren't very polite to start with, calling me a whore
and telling me to clear off, but they used that F-word I don't like.
They told me to ply my trade on someone else's doorstep. Anyway to cut a
long story short I managed to explain what had happened. It took me
three goes, but eventually they calmed down and saw the funny side. I'm
damned sure I didn't. I still can't. But they agreed to bang on their
floor - his ceiling you understand - and eventually I could hear cussing
and swearing advancing up his passage to the door in front of me. I'd
picked myself up by this time and re-pinned my gusset so at least I was
decent.

"Wasshsup?" He called, standing behind the door and slurring his speech
badly. I could tell he was three sheets to the wind. I poked open the
letter box and peered through into the gloom. He was wearing just a bra
and pants. His pecs weren't up to much but his tackle looked ok'ish.
Contrary to what all those spam emails say boys - I can tell you - girls
don't care about size very much. So I'm sure all you weeners out there
will be just fine.

Well, there he was in his padded bra and pants; I say 'his' but they
were so dirty they looked as if that had had a few dozen owners before.
I could feel my desire level dropping markedly as that wave of deja-vu
disappointment crept over me.

"It's me!" I called through the letter box, trying to keep my spirits up
and sound cheerful. "I texted you earlier about an interview for my web-
site."

"Web site?" He asked, still slurring like billyo.

"They've banned me... the bastards. Me?! 
The best crossdress.me forum moderator that'sshsever lived. 
Me! The bastards.... but I'll show'em.... I will .. I'll show'em. 
Basshtards"

I quickly decided I needed to steer him back to the purpose of my visit
and try and put a stop to his burgeoning melancholia.

"I'm so excited to meet you at last! I have to pinch myself to be sure
I'm not dreaming. (See footnote 3.) I've come to ask you to share a few
things with my ..." Before I could finish my sentence with the word
'reader', he interrupted, roaring like a wounded animal.

"Pinch?" "Did you say - PINCH?" The volume rose on the last word; even
the questioning-lift at the end rattled my fillings.

"Are you bloody well taking the piss Woman?" He boomed.

"No Sir, I'm not Sir." I though it was a smart move to sir him and show
much needed respect. (They're all the same these mods - just so bloody
needy. But I'd remembered the 'Sir' technique from 41Turkeys' Ultimate 
Brown-Noser's Handbook. I continued before he could interject...

"Its just that my reader likes to find out about our favourite mods,
Sir, and we're having this special week called 'Thank-a-Mod-Week', Sir,
and I thought you might like to share something of yourself with us, Sir
- you know through my website. At a pinch (see footnote 3) I can make
stuff up if you want" I gushed like a gawky-embarrassed-14-year-old on
her first date.

But it was too late. I realized I'd used the 'pinch' word again. Not all
the 'Sirs' in the World could undo that calamity.

Well, as you can imagine, dear reader, the game was well and truly up!
Any plans I'd had for scoring that night were now zilch, terminated and
kapput. Thank you very much and goodnight, as John Cleese might say!

Our Not-So-Dishy-Mod kneeled at the door, peering back at me through the
letter box with glassy unfocused eyes. Staring back I could see the
gravy stains down his bra and chest. They had been smeared as he'd tried
to wipe them away. I could see his pupils were huge, like saucers.

Sharpening up his gaze and giving me a quick once-over he made his
decision. I could see his brain working; he didn't look that bright to
me, despite what they say.

"Clear off you miserable scrawny tart and tell 'em all - I PINCHED
NUFFINK FROM NO-ONE... Bastards..."

And with that he stood up and disappeared up his passage. I could hear
him repeating the word 'bastards', muttering to himself as he slipped
from view.

So todays Dishy-Mod-of-the-Day is He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named and he wants
you to know he pinched nothing from anyone and he thinks we're all
bastards. I've interpolated a bit; please excuse the artistic license.

He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named:-
View of Crossdress.me Mods: Bastards
View of Crossdress.me Users: Bastards

Now, I want you to know I played no part in his demise on crossdress.me.
There were things I could have said at the time but decided, quite
rightly in my view now, not to. Just like any good crossdress.me member, 
I always fully support the Mods. They do a wonderful job. Thank you Mods! 
(For anyone interested I've just casually dropped a couple of other methods
from 41Turkeys' Brown-Nose How-To - i.e. one - unquestioning support and
two, gratuitous thanks.)

And it's too late to carp now isn't it? No-one likes resurrecting old
flames or re-telling the misfortunes of others. Especially me. And so I
wish him all the best and hope he finds himself again soon. (Methods 3 -
explain away lack of action on your part and 4 - offer empathetic hope
for some improved future state; 41Turkeys' Brown Nose How to)

So, on a lighter note, there you have it folks! And look out for
tomorrow's Dishy-Mod-of-the-Day coming soon to sycophants-R-us! Are you
a member yet? Remember pm 41Turkeys if you want to join!

(I do hope we can get a better Mod response next time - any other
committee member want to try? And what news from the American and
Canadian Sycophants-R-us Chapters? Wasn't there an Sycophants-R-Us group 
starting in India too?)

Delia
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Please, please PM me for xdressing help
from a real girl! I'm only here to help!!
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Post #10 From: Delia Date: 3rd September 2018, 07:21 AM

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Swoop Group: English Chapter.
Away Game This Weekend
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(re-posted here with kind permission of  sycophants-R.us)

OK fellow Sycophants-R-Us members. We have our final Swoop Group meet
coming up this weekend. It's a long distance one this time, so bring
clean panties; I'm sure there'll be a long wait at the airport.

We are off to Hagfors! Flight leaves Gatwick at 13:10 this afternoon! So
tell your boss you've got period pains or whatever excuse you boys use,
and get on over to Gatwick Airport.

Norwegian Airlines flight LGW-UME. But don't be deceived by the
airline's name. 'Cos we're off to SWEDEN to Hug-a-Deliciously-Desirable-
Mod and to let him know what his recent appearance on crossdress.me
means for us all!

See you all at check in!!

Delia
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Please, please PM me for xdressing help
from a real girl! I really want to help!!

Anyone?
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Post #11 FromDelia Date: 3rd September 2018, 12:16 PM
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Sycophants-R-Us:
Group Swoop to Sweden URGENT!!!!!
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(re-posted here with kind permission of sycophants-R.us)

Where is everybody?

It's 12:15 and they're close to boarding the flight and I'm waiting in
the departure lounge on my own! PM me to tell me where you are. Or
better even, switch your blooming GPSes on so I can see your whereabouts
in the Sycophants-R-Us app.

Delia
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Sent from my Xiaomi phone
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Post #12 From:Delia Date: 3rd September 2018, 12:57 PM

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Sycophants-R-Us Swoop Group trip to Hagfors, Sweden
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(re-posted here with kind permission of  sycophants-R.us)

Well, thanks a bunch, guys. Call yourselves sycophants? You're not worthy
of the name!

And did you need to be so horrid? I'm only trying to get through 'Thank-
a-Mod-Week' and have a laugh with a few mates along the way. It is our
last Mod-of-the-Day outing so I thought you all might make a bit of
effort. But what do do?

That was a really nasty video you made, Davinia. I did manage to
download it from YouTube and see it OK, thanks.  And yes, as you say,
that picture was the 'spitting image' of me, but did you really need to
use it? Showing a small photo without that big red highlighter circled
around the wart on my upper-lip might have been acceptable. But that A2
size was a bit unkind.

Yes, and as you claim it is 'a bloody big wart'. Don't you think I don't
know that? But I'm waiting - just like Nanny McPhee - for the thing to
disappear on its own.

And can I help it if I sometimes snort snot? I have sinus trouble you
know. I suppose that was the meaning of 'spitting image' bit.

But what really hurt was the chorus you sang at the end. I can see you
were all tanked-up but that's no excuse really.

What was it? That last bit? "What do we wanna go to Hagfors with a warty
old HAG FOR?" Of course you just had to shout that last bit didn't you?
Then you all fell on the floor laughing!

You can be so cruel, Davinia.

Got to stop now; the stewardess has told me three times to switch my
phone off. They've closed the doors. More news later - if the batteries
last!

Delia
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Sent from my Xiaomi phone
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Post #13 From:Delia Date: 5th September 2018, 09:05 AM

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Sycophants-R-Us: Traitors!
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(re-posted here with kind permission of  sycophants-R.us)

For completeness I'm going to finish 'Thank-a-Mod-Week come what may.
And from what I know now, about what you all have done - 'what may
come', may be anything.

As I've told you before I don't like being beaten by the way events
conspire. But I have to tell you, reader, (and if you think I'm going to
call you 'dear reader' after you've all done you can sod-off). I have to
tell you, 'reader', that my heart's not in it. Sycophants-R-Us died a
little for me yesterday. Davinia's video started it. But bloomin' well
spending all that money getting to Sweden only to discover you all
planned this together, has really taken the biscuit.

I'm just so depressed. I'm one hell of a mug aren't I? I've spent a
fortune; it's not like there's a Ryanair el-cheapo flight to get out
here. No - it was a full-price scheduled flight I took, seemingly just
to make myself look even more stupid.

I don't think I'll be able to hold my head up around Sycophants-R-Us ever again. I
imagine Doris, Mabel and Cecily will be casting pitying glances my way
and smiling to themselves over their knitting while we play whist on the
Sycophants-R-Us coach outing to Bognor or where ever. Just because I don't knit and
am a woman-into-girlie-boys they've always socially isolated me. I've
always been an outsider with them. I didn't mind that so much because I
could always talk with one of their husbands - that's one of you lot -
about new clothes and make-up and poncing about and stuff. I thought I'd
been accepted as a kind of 'honorary girlie-boy'. But now, you'll all be
laughing behind my back too won't you? I don't think I can bear being an
outcast any more.

And that self-styled Chief Brown-Noser, 41Turkeys - you know him - he's
the one always playing pocket billiards through the pockets of his
gingham 'Dorothy' dress whenever you see him standing at the bar. I know
for a fact he's got very little to play with; Mrs 41Turkeys told me. And
I'm not one to spread gossip, as you know, but using Twitter on my phone
has been a revelation. The things you find out! And in almost real-time
too! You wouldn't believe half of them unless, as I do, you knew they
were true. 41Turkeys - is always very correct and proper when you meet
him isn't he? Well... apparently. But he's really into spanking and
bondage and stuff; like that Max Mosley, who was in the papers a while
back.

His poor long suffering wife - that's 41Turkeys' wife not Max Mosley's
- I don't know how she stands him. Well I do. She told me. She sends him
off for 'funny sessions' in basement flats in London for 50 quid a pop.
It keeps him off her knee though and out of her pantie drawer, doesn't
it? And that's all that matters.

And why is it when ever you see a photograph of him, all cross dressed,
why is it, why it is always a crotch shot? You know crotch shots?
Somehow 'accidentally', 'mistakenly' his dress get hitched up and legs
'just happen' to spread at the 'wrong moment' and we get to forever gaze
on a photo of his plump gusset.

So why is he all the while so smug? He thinks he's the 'Supreme
Sycophant' with his Brown-Nose-How-To and that I'm beneath even his
contempt. He started all this 'Thank-a-Mod-Week' tosh that I've been
struggling so hard to make work, for us all. But what contribution does
he make? A big fat nothing - that's what. And talking of fat, he's
another over size Miss isn't he? 
He's more like 41TurkeyTwizzlersInEachSitting if you ask me. 
Did he attend a swoop group? Like as bloody hell he did.

What I want to know is... why does he always forget to adjust himself
when he exits the toilet? I wonder if that makes him a closet
exhibitionist as well as being into spanky-hanky-panky and 
crotchy-watchy-gusset-gazing?

Many mods are introverted-megalomaniacs you know (see footnote 2.).
That's what drives them, I'm sure. I know introversion and megalomania don't sit
well together but it kind of makes sense. These mods, our mods, want to
show off and let us all know how clever they are when they ban someone
or severely edit a rambling post. But they don't like mixing much with
others. So they moderate in their bedrooms, with the door locked,
getting engorged on the power they wield. And then jerking off.

But getting back to the point of all this; I'm still waiting here in
Ulmea airport, Sweden. It 6:45 Saturday evening local time. I haven't
eaten since having a rye crisp-bread on the plane yesterday; and I've no
money. Well, that's not true. I have money. Just not the right money.

Because I flew to Sweden with Norwegian Airlines, I somehow got it into
my head I needed Norwegian money. This'll be the icing on the cake for
you lot. I've a 1000 krone note but no-one will change it as its too
big! You know the same kind of hassle we used to get in the UK with £50
notes before Quantitative Easing. So I've been doing some of the stuff Tom
Hanks did when he got stuck at a US airport; but not nearly so
successfully. I've tried being very feminine and helpless to attract a
bit of chivalry. It used to work many years ago - pre-wart - but
all I've managed to attract so far is the attention of airport security
with a very stern warning to desist.

I won't tell you spending all night and all next day in an airport
departure lounge is no fun; I'm sure you know that.

What I will tell you is that discovering that everyone but me was in on
this 'joke' has been just so hard. That's the 'Me' that's been trying to
jolly you all along. You know? This person; Me! The one trying endlessly
to kick some life into the crossdress.me forum and Thank-a-Mod-Week. 
I only wanted to ensure you enjoy yourselves and at the
same time see that the Mods are thanked properly for their superb hard
work on our behalf. They do a wonderful job you know.

It's taken me some time to realize what I'm doing at Ulmea Airport in
Sweden. I remember full well the refrain - "Wha' do we wanna go to
Hagfors with a warty old hag for?" So why am I here at Ulmea? Good
question! I pondered it all night. And the answer came to me while I was
wide awake at 3.45 this morning endlessly mulling over it all.

You all knew Hagfors wasn't on any major airline route from the UK
didn't you? You only chose it to make a rhyme with 'hag for' in that
horrid video you made, Davinia. Didn't you, Davinia? Didn't you? There's
no need to answer because I've worked it out. When I phoned you asking
if you knew where our New-Nordic-Swedish-Swishy-Dishy-Mincing-Mod-of-
the-Day lives you said you'd find out and call me back. I wondered why
it took you so long, but you were ringing around the Sycophants-R-Us 
Swoop Group and hatching your plan weren't you? 
It took me half the night to work it out. But I know. I know.

Our New-Nordic-Swedish-Swishy-Dishy-Mincing-Mod-of-the-Day target lives
in Gothenburg doesn't he? I've looked it up on his profile. And you all
knew that landing at Ulmea at 10:20 at night would put me hundreds of
miles from Gothenburg with no chance of me getting any action with our
New-Nordic-Swedish-Swishy-Dishy-Mincing-Mod-of-the-Day. Even if I could
have persuaded him to see the sensual woman beyond the wart.

Anyway just to spite you all I phoned him. He didn't say much. He's a
bit embarrassed by his English pronunciation; although he didn't need to
pronounce anything really. Apart, that is, from repeating what he
learned from the video.

"What do we wanna go to Hagfors with a warty old hag for?" Followed by
very deep-bass guttural laughing; that's all I could get out of him. I
assume the video has gone mega on YouTube?

Well, I did say I was going to finish Thank-a-Mod-Week at the start
didn't I. Just accept it's not as comprehensive as I would like but you
prats conspired against me and I really can't be bothered any more...

So, reader, our New-Nordic-Swedish-Swishy-Dishy-Mincing-Mod-of-the-Day.
This is all I know.


Lives: Gothenburg [Mod Edit. NOT Hagfors? ;) ]
Enjoy: Schadenfreude [Mod Edit. No. It's not a German wine. I had to
look it up too.]

So here I am, reconciled to to returning to the UK hundreds of pounds
poorer, perhaps a bit wiser and feeling lower than I thought I could
possibly feel.

Oooh! My phone has just lit up.

It's a message from the Crossdress.me Forum Moderation Team. It looks
kind of formal. Hang on while I read it.

I'm too upset to continue now and you'll have to wait while I get myself
together. Oh I do need a good seeing to!

Delia
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Sent from my Xiaomi phone
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Dear Miss Gruntphuttock,

Thank you for your email re- 41Turkeys requesting an update to his
crossdress.me forum screen-name.

As we have made you aware earlier, the Senior Moderation Team, have not
regarded your gratuitous use of sexual imagery to denigrate our male
crossdress.me users' self-esteem, in any favourable light.

You were also warned not to promote your own sexual proclivities or
desires.

We also asked you to desist from promoting an external organization;
namely Sycophants-R-Us.

You tell us that 'Thank-a-Mod-Week' has been - to use your words - 'a
Turkey' - in that it had largely failed to attract any following what-so-
ever; neither from Moderators or crossdress.me users. Whilst that may be
true, we have come to the view that your scornful imagery, seemingly at
first reading sycophantic, actually is not. The ironic sub-plot is the
absolute antithesis of your writing. Your real message is apparent to
anyone with a Reading Age over 8. (We accept that excludes the Sun, Daily
Mirror and Daily Mail readers and, of course, Americans). 
We find your writing devalues everyone using the Crossdress.me Forums.

Your request to rename 41Turkeys as 42Turkeys, whilst semantically
mildly amusing, is denied.

Further, the name-calling and vicious flaming of crossdress.me members
and moderators is, as you have been warned, against Forum rules.

We have regretfully decided to close your account on crossdress.me with
immediate effect. We warn you that any action on your part to rejoin
with an alias screen-name will be carefully monitored and any such
'sister' accounts will be closed without notification.

Best wishes
___________________________________________

The Senior Moderation Team.
Crossdress.me Forum.
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Post #13 From:Delia Date: 5th September 2018, 11:12 AM
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I've been banned
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and I'm gutted... bye everyone.

Delia
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Sent from my Xiaomi phone
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So there it is. As you can see I've been wronged and maligned.

I need your help.

Please PM all the crossdress.me forum mods and get them to reinstate me.

Do it for Delia! Don't I deserve it?