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(Happy)
Published On: 09/30/2009 10:55 PM
Happy Anniversary!
Entry Mood:
(Happy)Published On: 09/30/2009 10:55 PM
Happy Anniversary!
Entry Tags: sissy
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Entry Mood:
(Cool)
Published On: 09/17/2009 04:12 PM
I did my laundry yesterday. Almost all of it. And I am confidant in saying no one saw any of my feminine underthings spinning in the drier. No blonde in heels came up to me and said, "So, does this little sissyfag like to wear panties?" I didn't stammer and attempt to deny anything, and I wasn't then browbeaten into following the woman into her car. I certainly wasn't taken to her isolated mansion, stripped, shaved, and fitted with a chastity lock. I wasn't then dressed in a maids uniform and used as a household servant by this independently wealthy women for a period of several years, wherein I was expected to sexually service her and her house guests at cocktail parties.
Entry Mood:
(Cool)Published On: 09/17/2009 04:12 PM
I did my laundry yesterday. Almost all of it. And I am confidant in saying no one saw any of my feminine underthings spinning in the drier. No blonde in heels came up to me and said, "So, does this little sissyfag like to wear panties?" I didn't stammer and attempt to deny anything, and I wasn't then browbeaten into following the woman into her car. I certainly wasn't taken to her isolated mansion, stripped, shaved, and fitted with a chastity lock. I wasn't then dressed in a maids uniform and used as a household servant by this independently wealthy women for a period of several years, wherein I was expected to sexually service her and her house guests at cocktail parties.
You know what else didn't happen while my panties tumbled in the drier? No one slipped a micky into my soda and I didn't pass out after drinking it. I didn't wake up several days and and many cosmetic surgeries later in a basement. I wasn't astonished at my depilated body, higher cheekbones and jutting c-cup breasts. Nor was I told by a woman with an elaborate dragon tattoo winding down her body that I was the newest star attraction at an exclusive hostess club in Japan that specialized in hostesses of european descent with a little something extra. Had this happened I'm sure I would have objected, and I'm sure the woman would have produced a whip and made her point, adding that the yakuza upstairs could do far worse to me if I didn't prove to be a cooperative and accommodating hostess.
These things never seem to happen to me when I do my laundry. It's unfair. It happens to all the other fictional sissies on the internet. Oh well.
One last thing that didn't happen. I didn't wash my whites.
Wendy
Entry Tags: sissy
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Published On: 08/29/2009 11:31 AM
My hair has grown back. All of it. After almost two solid months of keeping myself smooth, it has returned. It took just two trips out of town and a career change, and I found myself forgetting those little razor runs that keep me pink and shiney. I was never too busy. But now that it's come back I find myself, for the first time since puberty, unfamiliar with my body, and possibly for many of the same reasons. I've gotten accustomed to being shaved. It had become who I really am. And I need to get back to it. Tomorrow, all this hair goes away.
Published On: 08/29/2009 11:31 AM
My hair has grown back. All of it. After almost two solid months of keeping myself smooth, it has returned. It took just two trips out of town and a career change, and I found myself forgetting those little razor runs that keep me pink and shiney. I was never too busy. But now that it's come back I find myself, for the first time since puberty, unfamiliar with my body, and possibly for many of the same reasons. I've gotten accustomed to being shaved. It had become who I really am. And I need to get back to it. Tomorrow, all this hair goes away.
Wendy
Entry Tags: sissy
Entry Category: Default Category
Published On: 08/29/2009 11:31 AM
My hair has grown back. All of it. After almost two solid months of keeping myself smooth, it has returned. It took just two trips out of town and a career change, and I found myself forgetting those little razor runs that keep me pink and shiney. I was never too busy. But now that it's come back I find myself, for the first time since puberty, unfamiliar with my body, and possibly for many of the same reasons. I've gotten accustomed to being shaved. It had become who I really am. And I need to get back to it. Tomorrow, all this hair goes away.
Published On: 08/29/2009 11:31 AM
My hair has grown back. All of it. After almost two solid months of keeping myself smooth, it has returned. It took just two trips out of town and a career change, and I found myself forgetting those little razor runs that keep me pink and shiney. I was never too busy. But now that it's come back I find myself, for the first time since puberty, unfamiliar with my body, and possibly for many of the same reasons. I've gotten accustomed to being shaved. It had become who I really am. And I need to get back to it. Tomorrow, all this hair goes away.
Wendy
Entry Tags: sissy
Entry Category: Default Category
Published On: 08/05/2009 11:16 AM
I know at least one person reads this blog. That would be my girlfriend. It's been helpful. I'll say a lot of stuff here that I would otherwise be unable to vocalize in the presence of another human being. But I also think she is the only person who reads this. That's fine. I can't be selfish with other people's eyes. But if all this blog does is facilitate communication between myself and a woman who is dear to me, maybe I should retire it. Or at least move to somewhere with more visibility. I don't need a public blog to share with my girlfriend. I think I know her well enough to share things now. Anything I can't say I can write and send to her direct. What I really need is to start a blog for the modern emerging transvestite.
Published On: 08/05/2009 11:16 AM
I know at least one person reads this blog. That would be my girlfriend. It's been helpful. I'll say a lot of stuff here that I would otherwise be unable to vocalize in the presence of another human being. But I also think she is the only person who reads this. That's fine. I can't be selfish with other people's eyes. But if all this blog does is facilitate communication between myself and a woman who is dear to me, maybe I should retire it. Or at least move to somewhere with more visibility. I don't need a public blog to share with my girlfriend. I think I know her well enough to share things now. Anything I can't say I can write and send to her direct. What I really need is to start a blog for the modern emerging transvestite.
Wendy
Entry Tags: sissy