Mar
22
Lunch today was spent with a new friend, such a nice girl whose story is similar to many I have heard: Guy meets girl. Guy gets girl. Guy becomes girl. Guy is alone.
The crossdressers I have met, by and large, want just a little tolerance from their wives. Anything more is gravy.
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24
I’m in a coffee shop today, dressed as boy, and this friendly older woman sits down beside me, glancing at me and smiling as she deals with her difficulty of maneuvering her older and overweight body onto her seat. I’m sitting at a window and the sun is shining directly at me, and the heat is almost unbearable, my body having become accustomed to the cold I just had to deal with outside. Luckily, I am dressed in layers and pull off my v-neck sweater. As I do, the lady looks at me and does a double-take and says, “I thought you were a girl!”
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Feb
22
(continuation of Smile for the Camera.)
I tried to manage a smile despite my embarrassment, and Derek seemed impressed with the photos he was getting. “Cmon, honey, stroke your leg… give us some sexiness…. I know you have it in you!”
I was almost ready to cry, but I tried, touching my ankle and caressing the side of my calf. Massaging myself calmed me down a bit, as did the slightest tingle of excitement I felt at Derek’s interest in me.
I got up like a newborn doe, legs wobbly on my high heels and, bending forward to obstruct his view as I lowered my skirt back into place. Then, I dusted myself off and looked into the camera. “I can do this,” I thought to myself.
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Feb
20
A little fiction to spice up your day:
I started out the day as usual, arriving at the office around 8:30 a.m. I was wearing my vintage navy blue skirt and sleeveless matching top with white stitching in the wide boatneck collar and curved triangular buttons down the front. It turns out that my boss’s partner had a meeting across town and he had taken his secretary along, and the photographers were out on assignment, so only Derek and I were in the office.
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30
This whole crossdressing thing is a second adolescence for me. Adolescence is the time when you are discovering your body, your sexuality, your limitations, and it is a wonderful time that is wistfully recalled by most people but impossible to recapture. It didn’t feel as wonderful then as we now know it was.
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28
One of the things about being a girl is the constant need to take care of your skin, cleaning – without soap, and moisturizing – without oil.
The cleaning part is pretty clear cut, in the sense that soap is bad for your face and other cleansers are preferable. But the story on moisturizers is quite murky. I spent a day giving myself a large migraine trying to sort out what ingredients should and should not be in my moisturizers, and what products pass the test.
I found many a warning from “organic” websites and other health experts to the effect that cosmetics companies are sneaky, underhanded businesses
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Jan
23
Remember those Roadrunner and Coyote cartoons?
I used to love watching those, especially the beginning, when they would show the coyote hopelessly chasing the roadrunner on foot with a napkin ’round his neck and a fork and knife in his hands, then freezing the frame and labeling him with some made-up latin description like “Carnivorous Vulgaris” and then the same treatment for the roadrunner… something like “Accelerati Incredibilus.”
I had to laugh reading labels on moisturizers (the things I do for you), trying to find ones without cheap oil in them and coming across several containing Paraffinum Liquidum… Well, hardy har har!
Liquid wax… Mineral oil… Nice try! Or should I say, Excellentum Effortum!
Nov
23
This morning I went to a seminar on how to make your voice more feminine. Not surprisingly, the upshot was that if you move like a woman, gesture like a woman, intonate like a woman and so on, the pitch of your voice – unless you have a deep bass Johnny Cash-type voice – is not that big a factor in passing as female.
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20
Many people, at the first sign of winter, will start pining for a sunny beach vacation in Cancun or in the Caribbean. Not me. I love the changing seasons, and each has its charms for me.
It snowed here yesterday and last night. It never ceases to amaze me, the inner feeling of peace and joy I get from walking about on a calm night while snow falls softly from the sky.
The town is always quiet and it makes me quiet. Winter quiet is different than summer, when crickets and other noises of nature’s life are always there. Nature is resting in heavenly peace right now. There’s no wind. It doesn’t feel cold at all. And, places that are normally dark and scary at night, like parks, are lit up by the reflection of the moonlight in the white snow.
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