Golfing

I used to golf in high school, but kind of got out of the habit until this Summer when I've been going with Jill and Amber.   It's amazing what my transformation has meant to my golf game.  Gripping the club doesn't feel right with longer nails even though it wouldn't matter if I had a more orthodox golf grip.   I also find the stuffed bra really interferes with my back swing.  However, I'm enjoying it.  The girls have no problem with us playing golf or tennis as long as we are appropriately attired and of course in golf there's the added bonus of us having to use the ladies tees.  Colleen is a very good golfer and Heather is probably better than any of us, but so far we've golfed 5 times and though I only broke triple figures once, it has been fun.   Today was the first respite we have had from the terrible heatwave.

In answer to some of the questions I've gotten.  No the boys down the street are under the impression that we are 5 girls.   Because we all have to pass around them, it's scary that one of them will figure things out.  They have been hanging out a bit more since the party too.  

Pantyhose are tricky.  They were part of our negotiation.  When the heat index is over 90 we do not need permission to be out of pantyhose.   Otherwise we need to ask.   Each mistress is a bit different about it.  Colleen always wants Cindy in stockings of some kind, but obviously Jill has more freedom.  I'm somewhere in the middle. 

4th of July

I realized that nobody wrote about the 4th of July or the ruckus that ensued.   I guess it didn't occur to any of us that there were certain gender roles for 4th of July.   Xiu, Amber, and myself set about to have a huge 4th of July party at the house.  We stocked up on fireworks, beer, burgers, and brats.

Now the girls aren't real sticklers 24/7 about certain things and we do have beer in our fridge.  They've let us grill before as well, but when they saw the fireworks they put their foot down.   They asked us to think of any girls we ever saw lighting their own fireworks.  We were not at all happy about this and as a matter of fact Xiu wound up spending the night in the closet.  

What was sad was we wound up using our feminine wiles to our advantage that night.   There are 3 boys that live down the block from us and they saw Amber and Jill getting the grill going and made small talk.   We haven't really talked to them yet.  They wound up taking over the grilling.   We mentioned that we had bought fireworks and they were happy to set them off for us that night.  The only problem was that they drank up our beer.  We had to drink at a much slower speed than they did.  The next day when the girls noticed the fireworks had been blown off, they hardly believed what had happened.  Thank goodness, that Jill has major credibility.

As you may have guessed, there has been a change in the blogging.  You'll hear about it soon.  

House Warming Party

The housewarming party was a lot of fun.  I guess because it wasn't meant to punish or embarrass us or because everybody there knew the situation, we were able to let our hair down.   There was nothing really salacious, though the alcoholic consumption that night would have made a small city blush, but it was just a great college party--definitely the best one I've been at in a few years.

Unfortunately, the party was followed by bronchitis.  I wasn't bedridden and I thought it was just allergies until Friday.  By the time, I figured out that I had to go to the doctor I had no voice above a hoarse whisper.  Going to the doctor is not easy.   All my medical records are under my male name, but I'm supposed to be in feminine clothes all summer.  In addition, even if I went in male clothes, a doctor's examination would reveal an awful lot about what's going on.  As a result I went to a local clinic en femme and while the nurse did ask me what the situation was, she did so discreetly.   They were more professional than the university would have been.  Anyway, I was treated by a gorgeous Indian woman who said nothing about the fact that she knew I was male and I was wearing a sundress.  I was thrilled all day because it went well.

I'm still a major annoyance to this house, but the cough is less frequent then it was.  I'm on an antibiotic and a really nice cough medicine with codeine. 

We Have Internet

I'm sorry for the delay.  We got internet this afternoon.   This was not the smoothest move ever and that doesn't even include all the work that we had to do.  It is kind of nice to have an actual house instead of an apartment.  There is more room and a lot more privacy.  We really haven't been very sexy lately--lots of paint splatter and lots of t-shirts and jeans or t-shirts and shorts.  We had some flooding this week after a freakish downpour, but we've been assured that was just a fluke and that it won't happen during normal rain.  We're still not completely ready, but there will be a housewarming party tomorrow.  Things are gradually returning to normal or at least our version of normal.  Thanks for the patience.

Home Sweet Home

The front of the new house, currently called Sigma Iota Sigma.  Our lease begins June 1st so we can't move in until then and we have a lot of packing, unpacking, painting, etc. when we move in.  I'm so sick of my job.  I definitely don't want to be a college professor when I'm out of here.  So much of the student work is so derivative and I've nailed about 8-10 for plagiarism.  We've been given a bit of permission to slack on some of our requirements, but not all of them.  I still need a summer wardrobe and it's kind of scary to think of spending 24/7 in skirts and heels.  I have a lot of personal shoppers advising me obviously, but just the thought of being totally femme 24/7 for the entire summer seems so huge.  I asked Colleen if I'd be in skirts and dresses the whole time and she told me no, we'd get me some short shorts too.  Not exactly the answer I was looking for.

I've been calling the numbers I got at the wedding.  We have a deal of call a guy, call a girl.  It's amazing how much slower things are with the girls.  Actually, I guess it's not.  With the guys I'm slowing them down, but with the girls they tend to be slowing me down.  The girls I've talked to have been really curious.  2 of them have been crossed off my list.  It's really hard to hit on a girl when she's asking you about what it's like wearing a bra (true story).

The new house has a ton of closet space, which will be needed with the 5 of us, but there's an extra closet being set aside for "naughty sissies".  I have no idea what the plan is, but I don't want to find out.  They want us to have headboards on all of our beds too and I have a pretty good idea what that's all about.  Anyway, I'll try and keep you posted, but if you don't hear much in the next few weeks, please be patient.  

I don't have time to go through all the questions, but somebody asked me about female mannerisms carrying over to male mode.  I was terrified of that, but I haven't had it happen to me too much.  Xiu on the other hand has several mannerisms.  It drives her crazy when I have to  remind her of how she's moving or speaking.

Hit On

Sorry, I've been away for awhile.  We all have so much to tell, but things are so hectic here.   I've gone so far past where I thought I'd go or be willing to go.   The bachlorette party was rowdy, in fact it was rowdier than either bachelor party I've been at.   It started with pole dancing and what we male bachlorettes lacked in flexibility we made up for in upper body strength and we did pretty well with some of the advanced things, but I have to admit have that many girls watch me trying to stride up to the pole in my most seductively feminine manner was making me really self-concious.

The wedding was a combination of celebrity and embarrassment.   We saw people constantly checking us out and some snickering, but most of the people were extremely open minded and all wanted to talk to us about our situation or just chat with us in general.  I laughed that I got 4 phone numbers from guys and 3 from girls during the weekend so it wasn't all bad.  A lot of guys danced with us at the wedding whether that was because they were put up to it, dared, tricked, or just felt like it I don't know.

The bachlorette party lasted til an early morning breakfast at 5AM.  I had a guy (pictured above) immediately make a bee line for me and I spent most of the night flirting with him.  I was warned before heading out that what Wendy said went since it was her big night and she was constantly encouraging me to flirt and eventually, we did wind up with some really deep kissing.  Having been on the other side, I know when you see a party like ours, you automatically try and see which of the girls are feeling lonely and amorous, but it was weird to be on the opposite end.   It didn't go too far at least.   I'll definitely have a lot to say when I have more time.

Dating Practice

While Xiu and I are not bridesmaids, we will be attending the big wedding and as you might have guessed we'll be attending as dates.  The catch is both guys are bisexuals, but they are also friends of Wendy's and from everything I've been told absolute gentlemen.   We've been told we will be expected to flirt, dance, kiss, and hold hands and nothing more.   I don't deny that this is extremely difficult for me to get my head around, but Xiu is having a bit more trouble.  The fact that strict limits have been set and we don't have to worry about fooling our dates helps a great deal.  Colleen broke it to me slowly and told me that we would be very heavily chaperoned, but that she has met my date and he will be a perfect gentleman.

The above picture is from a practice date.  The guy actually went out with Jill and Cindy on a double date a few years ago so he knew what he was in for.  It is weird to put myself in a female role on a date and while I have no intention of making it a habit, I hope I learned a few things that will serve me well when I can go back to dating women.  Is that too cliche? 

Last weekend with Xiu was a pretty big culmination.   We've been told that things will calm down between us a bit, but last weekend, we were tied into the 69 position with our dildos strapped on and proceeded to have a competition.   I won as Xiu was just incapable of even going through the motions and while my practice date knew, hers did not.  

Don't expect to have quite as many postings from me this week, but expect them to have a lot of detail.  About the person I wanted to block---I'm in a weird position here.  My situation is non-consensual, but I realize it's consensually non-consensual.  If I could take these heels off right now I would, but I don't hate it enough to go through what I'd have to go through to end things.  In a lot of ways both Xiu and I deserve what happened to us and I'm at least trying to make it a positive experience.  However, there are certain things I find very objectionable and I can't see as shades of gray.  Somethings are just wrong and I got creeped out by a follower who is into stuff that I don't ever want associated with this blog.  I will be looking at the blocking options that many of you were very kind to send me.

Sorry for Delay

I was supposed to post yesterday, but the party ended Friday morning with just enough time to wash off the makeup and perfume, change clothes, and make it to my first class.  I was knocked out by Friday evening and didn't get a chance.

The party was humiliating and I had no real desire to watch the royal wedding, but on the other hand it was really kind of interesting.  It started at midnight and the wedding wasn't until 4AM so we had a lot of time to talk.   The girls gave us tasks to do like giving each other makeovers and doing some party games, but the most interesting part was talking.  The 5 of us share something that very few other people would really understand.  It was interesting to hear about Colleen growing up from Jill and to get to know Amber better.  I've learned never to even think of trying to overpower the girls especially if Heather was there and I learned about experiences that were common like that fear that everybody could see our bra the first time we wore it under our male clothes and things that were unique like Jill working at a bar.

Tonight is going to be a major night for Xiu and me. We're going out in public and I am pretty sure we're going to be demonstrating our new found skills.  I'm nervous about this as I'm definitely straight.  General consensus among the other gurls was that Colleen wouldn't take things to far, but that all bets were off where Xiu was concerned and that she better repent and fast.   I really need to talk with her.  Fighting this is sometimes worth it for your own self-respect, but constantly fighting gets you nowhere except in deeper.

Do any of you who have blogs know if there is a way to block a follower from your blog? 

What Happenned to the Weekend

A funny thing happened this weekend.   At about 12:30 Friday I got a call from my folks that they felt bad I couldn't make it home for sister and they were coming up to visit.   They were about 90 minutes away.   I immediately called Colleen and begged her to let me change my apartment.  She told me not to waste time begging, but to get to work.  She sent Cindy and Jill over to help and by coincidence Rebecca showed up.  Together the 4 of us got all evidence of my double life out and had everything set by 1:20.

I was very happy with the way they pitched in for me.  I know there were things they wanted to do with Xiu and me this weekend, but that all went on hold.    I am still completely shocked that my non-spontaneous parents would do such a thing, but I got lucky.  I also managed to not get a lot of odd questions about my appearance, which they took as neatening my appearance and saw that as evidence I must have a girlfriend.  Having my hair already long helped and I guess my eyebrows were kind of unattractive before getting them shaped anyway.  Of course, the cold weather helped disguise the fact that I was wearing a bra, panties, and hose. 

Getting Behind on Questions

Yesterday was supposed to be shopping day, but it was rather nice and today was forecasted (correctly) to be a gray and rainy mess, so the girls gave me a day reprieve in exchange for some modeling around campus.  I felt really embarrassed and exposed as people would come by and wonder who the girl posing was and why she was modeling.  I know at least a couple of camera phones got shots of me as well.

I got the better of a conversation with Colleen.  She told me at one point that will all these pictures of me on campus, they had all the blackmail they would ever need if I decided to be uncooperative.  I told Colleen, that I thought that ship had already sailed months ago.  She didn't know what to say, but then admitted they all still liked to watch me pose. 

I got another phone number.   A guy approached Kristine and asked her what was going on.  She explained that she needed to get some pictures for a sociology project (I guess I'm the project).  The guy was in a class with her and immediately started chatting me up.  As I looked over the girls were smiling at me and winking, but it was a relatively safe setting.  I did my best to flirt back and the small cold I have now probably actually helped my voice (this cough is really bothering me by the way) or at least provided an excuse if I still wasn't in the right register.   He wanted to swap numbers---I guess there are advantages to not having a pocket for a cell phone, but I talked him into writing his down instead when I promised to call.  Kristine says he's a terrible flirt who does this to every girl he meets, but that he seems like a decent guy.

Xiu and I will be spending Saturday together again.  I can't deny being scared about it.  I actually practiced with my little friend Roger this morning (if you know what I mean) because I was told my technique needed improvement.  I felt so embarrassed.  Things do ease up around here, but when they get intense, they get really intense.

So Much To Do

By now, most of you have seen the picture of me tied into a human pretzel with Xiu.   I kind of got the feeling I was set up there.  It was more of a case of them wanting me to be in trouble and looking for an excuse than any kind of sensitivity about my blog.   I guess that's my lot for now.  They didn't keep us tied up for more than 30 or 40 minutes, but it took awhile to get us tied that way and required us to do some serious kissing to get untied. 

The whole situation with Xiu has left us with no choice, but to agree to certain ground rules.   We try and make sure that we are smooth, sweet smelling, and as feminine as possible when we might be in that kind of contact with each other because it makes it a lot easier for us if the person we're looking at we can see as an attractive girl instead of a guy.

Last night was pool night.   Xiu and I went over to a frat house (escorted by one of the girls' friends) and were simply told to play pool for 90 minutes.   It wasn't long before guys came down to check us out.  Xiu has a lot more experience with guys than I do, but with a low cut top I wasn't exactly looking forward to reaching over the table, especially because a sharp eyed guy might notice I had breast forms on.   We did attract a lot of attention and though there was no competition Xiu got 3 phone numbers and I got 2.  Colleen has hinted that this won't be the last time we compete for phone numbers.  It wasn't too bad.  We usually outnumbered the guys who came by and with their friend there, I felt somewhat safe.

Tomorrow is a mall day.   It takes such a large wardrobe to dress as much as they want us to.  Colleen has such unlimited funds.  My parents would kill me if I spent that much on clothes.  I guess that they're used to it because Jill acquired quite a collection of skirts, dresses, shoes, and you name it from what I've been told.  The other sissies have been really nice, but moving in with 4 other guys who hang their pantyhose in the bathroom and fight for makeup space in the counter is going to be a trip.

Please Vote for Sheila

I made a horrible mistake putting that poll up on my blog.  It's a very good picture of me and not a great one of Sheila who is extremely attractive.   Colleen was nice enough to let me post her picture, but I am in a lot of trouble over this now.  It would really help me out if Sheila won the competition.

Answering questions - Susan is Amber's mistress.  She hangs out with the other mistresses sometimes, but also has her own group of friends.  

Not What I Had in Mind

 
I went my nails removed yesterday and Colleen went with me.  I wasn't too alarmed.  When it was finally done and the nails were removed (Bill, the color is called Fire), my nails were repainted a soft pink.   It was not a big deal and nothing that couldn't be removed with nail polish before I needed to appear anywhere in public.   As we were leaving, Colleen commented that it was a beautiful day.  I told her that it was way too cold for late in April, but she persisted saying we should go do something.   Of course her idea of something was dress shopping.  

While the bridesmaids have their dresses and all for the big day, it seems several of the attendees do not.  I am going as Xiu's plus one, but I don't know if I'm going as Katie or Aaron.  In any event, many dresses were tried on for such an occasion and that will be the subject of the new poll I'm putting up this afternoon.  The above picture shows Sheila and I in identical colors.

The dildo has been named Roger.   I'm not shocked or anything, but as you might imagine I didn't have too much input in that choice.   After shopping, we went back to my place and I had to demonstrate my form and I think I am still blushing.  Having a half dozen girls see you doing something like that and catcalling is an extremely humbling experience. 

Unfortunately, around this time Susan was playing with my cable and noticed that the DVR had recorded an awful lot of girly girl shows and I had watched none of them.   The girls slowly advanced on me.  They could have simply ordered me not to move, but they wanted to overpower me.   They soon had used the clothesline that I supply for just such an occasion to tied me to the couch inescapably hand and foot.  They didn't even have Heather with them and as the ropes ensnared me they did make sure to point out that it was some girls younger than me who had rendered me so helpless.   Once I was secured on went the DVR and I was forced to endure 6 hours of Girl Meets Gown before being mercifully released by Colleen.

Sometimes I Hate Reading the Other Blogs

Sometimes I hate reading the other blogs because I find out what's in store for us.  I was given a shopping list this morning and I bought among other things, whipped cream and honey which I thought would lead to another embarrassing evening of Xiu and I licking it off each other.   Now that I've read one Kristine and Colleen's blog I think it will be much worse.  The whole dildo thing is really tough to get through and the permanent stain of my lipstick is a reminder of what it's been used for.  I need to come up with a name soon, but I don't even want to think of it.

Thank you for letting Xiu have it.  She seems to think I'm just as responsible for our current predicament as she is.   I knew what she did and I covered up for her, but she started everything.  She's still my friend and I've got her back, but I wish she'd take responsibility for it.

I had a really awkward moment with the long nails this morning.   I was getting dressed when Colleen, Kristine, Cindy, Heather, and her boyfriend came over.  Colleen didn't like what I was wearing and immediately led me into the bedroom where she laid out stuff for me to put on.  At least my lingerie still worked, but I took off my sweater and skirt and slid on a black dress.  I could barely reach the zipper, but with my long nails couldn't manipulate it.   I had to ask to be zipped up.  Nobody would do anything until I finally approached Heather's boyfriend and asked him to do it for me.  He obliged and I had to give him a kiss on the cheek which was as awkward for him as for me.  However, I felt so helpless.  I can't wait for the nails to go away.

No date night with Xiu tonight, but Colleen said that she and Kristine would be over to babysit me later and tutor me.  I can't help  but wonder, what I'm supposed to learn now.

Manicure

I found out today that I'll have a three day weekend beginning tomorrow.  Unfortunately, Heather was there at the time and immediately texted Colleen of the news.  The result was a meet up in the dreaded union and then a short drive across town for manis and pedis.  I had several accessories swapped with me and my hair and makeup done before arriving.  I am really startled by how quickly I can go from almost looking like myself to looking like a girl.

Anyway, I now have very long nails which I'm having a real difficult time getting used to.  I don't have to dress up this weekend, but I have long red nails that are going to make it impossible for me to be anything but Katie. 

Colleen has sort of settled into a routine with me.  I know not to cross her and she doesn't seem to make things impossible for me to succeed.  The problem is that she still always gets her way.   On the way back in the car, she mentioned how great my red nails would look wrapped around my dildo when practicing.  I started to object, but she turned around and raised an eyebrow and I knew then and there to shut up and that I would be practicing.   The nails make my hands so useless.  Anyway, I'll probably blog tomorrow since I have a free day.

Colleen's "Help"

Sorry, I didn't look up, but I got nailed with a candid shot.   I was not aware that Karen was in the book store when I sat down to read.  It really isn't a bad picture and as you can see nobody's eyes are on me.  What you can't see is that I'm shaking like a leaf.  I got Colleen's help this morning after class on my makeup and my hair so that I'd be at maximum presentability.  My relationship with her is so weird.  For all intents and purposes, she is my mistress.  She is the one who made me go out in a dress and heels and pantyhose and makeup and everythng, but as she was helping get me ready she was being reassuring and it almost felt like we were on the same team both working together to get me to pass.  I then told her I thought I might be able to have this down by the end of summer.  When I said that she laughed and said it had better be a lot sooner than that for my sake.  

We got the dildos today and there is a picture of me holding one.  She did promise that there would be no pictures of me using one online, but that there were certain skills that I needed to learn and I could learn them on the dildo or on Xiu.  I happily thanked her for letting me buy the dildo.  When I asked her where she wanted it to lead, she told me that she didn't know, but that just having to demonstrate my prowess with it would be plenty humiliating for me.  She's right.  The weather was nice on Sunday, but colder today.  If it warms up a bit, I'll probably spend my public time tomorrow outside.

Kathwyn: I have no ill will towards you.  I get your motivation here, but from everything I know a lot of your advice probably saved me from being put into worse situations.  If Colleen and Sheila go first and the instructor knows to expect Xiu and I, then it won't be as bad as it could be going in cold to a heterosexual dirty dancing class.  Xiu isn't happy you helped, but I get it.  No ill will here.

Sissy Emily: No Hello Kitty.  Being out in public went OK.  Sorry for the lack of suggestive smile, but I was kind of taken by surprise.  I have worn mostly the same styles of bra and panties, but I guess I'll add reviews when I get around to reviewing pantyhose.

They've Got to Be Kidding

Date Night with Xiu was actually kind of mild this week, but we were told that soon we would be going out on date nights.  I'm so nervous about the public aspect of this.  Anyway, Xiu hit the highlights.  We played Strip Poker, though we had to undress the other one in as sexy a way as we could.  It was very odd to have Xiu unzipping my dress or sliding down my hose.  We were tied together hugging again, but it is certainly less humiliating than some of the recent positions.   What isn't less humiliating is tomorrow.

Xiu and I have to take a trip over to the adult store and pick up dildos.   They have to be extremely realistic because we wouldn't want to have unrealistic dildos now.  I don't know if I'm more scared about going to the store and failing to pass as I buy one or the fact that Colleen wants me to have one.  So far she's been pretty good about not posting explicit pictures so I really hope that continues.

The girls want me out and about this week in non-threatening situations.  I'm wondering just how much work I can get done in the library wearing a dress.  There's certainly a lot to wrap my head around.  I've been following the dance lessons discussion on Sheila and Amanda's blog and it doesn't look like things will be getting easier for Xiu and me anytime soon.

Scavenger Hunt from Heck

Fridays seem to be the days when the big stuff gets launched on me.  I've been busy with work lately and I neglecting my makeup, voice, and movement practice and the girls decided to teach me a little lesson with a scavenger hunt from Hell.  Things started in the Student Union where I was given a duffel bag with things needed to transform to Katie and I was told to take my time making sure my change was as close to perfect as possible.  Besides, anybody in the union wouldn't think I was the same person who left.  This made sense and I was relieved to find no dress in the bag.  There were skinny jeans a lowcut sweater that showed off the breast forms they had included to great effect, and my high heeled boots.   I did my makeup and returned to find that they weren't there. 

I sat down figuring that it was the best bet I would have to wait for them.  I was only there a moment when 2 guys came over to me from a nearby table.  They hadn't been there when I left.  "Are you Katie" one of them asked and I smiled and nodded.  I really don't have any kind of feminine voice.  They told me that my friends wanted them to give me an envelope and said I'd give them each a kiss if they gave it to me.   I didn't have a lot of choice.  I did kiss them on the lips, but closed mouth and nothing very deep.  They were satisfied and I had the envelope.  I sat down to read it and it was an instruction to walk out to the parking lot and a key.  I was told to find Sheila's car and leave the duffle bag in there.  In the trunk was a black backpack that I was told to take and to leave the key in the trunk.

Throughout the day I followed a string of clues that brought me all over campus.  My calves were starting to hurt from the heels by the end of the day.  At one point I was told to sit in the library in a certain chair and fix my lipstick while smiling and making eye contact at every guy who passed.   When I did that one guy chatted me up.  I was in the process of giving him a fake phone number when he finally told me the next clue.

I had no key to my apartment so I was kind of stuck.   Things finally led me to the basement of the music where they have the music library.  I was to go to the show tunes and get the recording for The Flower Drum Song and listen to I Enjoy Being a Girl at full volume.  I did so and when the song ended nothing happened so I listened to it two more times.  I was unable to hear anything and I felt two arms hug me from behind.  I jumped startled to see myself face to face with my friend Rebecca. 

When Xiu and I suddenly dropped our threats against the girls, she began to dig.  She found out what they were really doing to Xiu and just as importantly what Xiu had been doing to the girls and the fact that we lied to her.   She told me in no uncertain terms that she felt hurt and betrayed and that both of us had dropped quite a bit in her estimation for using our positions immorally.  She said that she was very close to reporting us both to the University, but was talked out of it.  She told us she had no interest in our feminization other than being amused by the poetic justice aspect and that she was angry we had made her a part of things.   She said we could still be friends and reminded me of some of the things I had done.  She informed us that she would not be a mistress.  The girls had invited her and she had no interest, but she did say we would be adding her apartment to the list of places we would be providing maid service for.  I guess I hadn't thought about how she felt when she found out Xiu and I lied her into doing something that could have cost her her career. 

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Last Night

I don't know when I'm ever going to get to the questions.  I have been a bit busy and not just trying on dresses though I was doing that at the mall again today.  Last night was another interesting night with Xiu.  I made dinner for him with Colleen's help and set up a candlelight dinner, which we were allowed to eat alone provided that we kept the conversation date appropriate.  Xiu has been burned before with hidden microphones so he didn't dare talk about anything, but the color of my eyes and how nice my legs looked in my dress.  There was no microphone, but we didn't know that.   Xiu cleared the table and we retired to the living room, where we watched television.  One look and I could tell he was as nervous as I was.

Colleen arrived later with Heather, Karen, Amanda, Sheila, Jill, Kristine, and both Heather and Karen's boyfriends.  Now, I hate when boyfriends are involved especially because we were expected to get them beer as soon as they entered and generally fawn all over them while they looked smugly at us since they weren't the ones wearing dresses.  Actually, we were the only two in dresses.  The reason the guys were here is because the girls wanted to give us dance lessons.   Heather's boyfriend is 6'3" so he is taller than me even in heels and Xiu is pretty short.   Jill explained the difference between dancing like a guy and like a girl to us and then Sheila taught us how to dance.   Dancing with Heather's boyfriend was different than with Xiu.  I could feel his whiskers on my face when we danced close. 

After the guys were done, Xiu and I took turns taking the girl's part as we danced to both fast and slow songs.  Xiu is definitely a better dancer than I am, but the girls were satisfied and that's when we were given choice one for the night.   We were told if we cooperated the guys would leave and already feeling like less than men with them watching us, we agreed.   That's when we found out that what came next was dessert and by dessert I mean whipped cream and chocolate pudding.  We were ordered to strip down to our bra and panties, but to leave our heels on and to freshen up our makeup.  When we returned I saw that both Colleen and Sheila were holding ropes.  Our hands were tied behind out backs and then Colleen painted me with pudding and sprayed whipped cream on me while Sheila did the same to Xiu.  The pudding and whipped cream went everywhere and when I felt Colleen grab the waist band of my panties and spray about a third of a can of whipped cream down there I knew I was in trouble.   We then had to clean each other off with our hands still tied.   We were told if we could get each other clean in 45 minutes we would not have to shower together otherwise we'd have to clean each other off.   We did make it, but not with much time to spare.  We didn't touch each other's penises or anything, but having somebody suck whipped cream out of your panties does produce a rather uncontrollable reaction and both Xiu and I were obviously showing signs that the girls couldn't help noticing. 

With everything licked off we were still very sticky and we were allowed to each take a shower separately before changing into our nighties.  Before going to bed, we were given our last choice of the night---sign up for dance lessons or be tied together in a new position they had in mind.   We both immediately chose to let them look for dance lessons for us and we were allowed to sleep together, in the same bed, but not tied to each other. 

Today's poll is about Xiu and me.  I'm getting worried about that situation and I'm kind of curious what readers think.

Wedding Dresses

I should have known this would happen when I didn't know what day it was.   Just before class this morning, Heather gave me a note telling me to stop by the Student Union after class today.  I really am starting to hate that Student Union.  When I got there Heather, Colleen, Kristine, and Sheila were waiting for me.   As I sat down, Colleen pushed a blue duffel bag over to me.  I knew what was in it before I even unzipped the bag.   They made it really clear that I needed to go in the bathroom and change.   I headed to one of the private bathrooms where despite shaking hands I put on a red sweater, black and red plaid skirt, black tights, and a pair of black boots which they must have removed from my closet earlier.   I did my best to makeup my face and I went out to find out that the reason I was out in public like this was because we would be going to the bridal shop.  When I was ready, Kristine came in and put my hair into a bun.

I really tried to talk my way out of it and started to back away, which didn't go over very well.   Heather was on me in a second and I soon found my hands cuffed behind me.  However, with 4 girls around me, it would have been pretty hard for anybody to get a view of it.  I was helped into the car, which took some doing.  I have only ridden in a skirt a few times so getting into a car in a short skirt without use of my hands was not easy.  I sat down in the backseat with Heather on one side of me and Colleen on the other.  Then Sheila pocked the truck--lucky for me she remembered there was duct tape back there.  A large piece soon covered my mouth, which pretty much ended my only means of complaint.  I could have gotten the tongue off with my lips and tongue, but it would have just been replaced with a lot more tape.

When we got there, I was asked if I'd behave and when I agreed, I was uncuffed and told to fix my lipstick, which I did.  The girls then let me into the bridal shop where were were greeted by two women. One only a little older than us named Chrystal and the other one about 28 name Katherine who was delighted that we had the same name.

They got a real kick out of what was going on and though a bridal party came in while we were leaving and they started acting more professional, before then I was constantly being called Princess.  She asked Colleen what they wanted and Colleen said they wanted a few pictures of me modeling wedding dresses.  They said that was fine if they didn't name the store or photograph either of them.  I tried on several dresses and pictures were taken.  Katherine probably talked herself into a sale eventually by showing them bridal corsets.   I didn't have to wear one, but Colleen really seemed intrigued.

I'm way behind on comments and questions.  I'll try and get to them soon.  

I'm On Edge

I have an appointment with a wedding dress coming up this week, but I have no idea when it will be.  I can't help, but be scared to death of this.  Will there be others in the shop?  Regardless, the sales ladies will know that I'm a guy and it's for me.  I'm still determined not to make the same mistakes that the others make, but I am starting to hit a wall.  This has been going on for awhile and the daily routine of making sure my toes are painted, shaving, and then putting on my bra, panties, and hose is starting to wear on me.  I'm still practicing the skills that I have been told I better master, but I know those skills will open up deeper humiliations for me as I appear dressed in public and flirt with guys and possibly even get a job as a woman.

Cindy has assured me that this feeling will pass and that she hit the wall about 2 months in.  My experience is difference since they had control over me before they started feminizing me, but I am assuming that I am at a similar spot. 

Last Night and the Week Ahead

Every Saturday seems to escalate.   We had a bigger crowd than I was expecting as Kristine, Colleen, Heather, Sheila, Kristy, and Amanda were all there for at least part of the evening.  Xiu made us a romantic candlelight dinner and at least we were able to eat our pasta in peace.   What's really scary is that a few weeks ago both Xiu and I had long relaxing conversations with Amanda.   Nothing out of the ordinary, but they got rather detailed and intimate.  We both told her where we liked to be kissed, where we were sensitive, turn ons, things like that.   The problem is Amanda gave that information to each of us and told us to learn it.  I now know how Xiu likes to be kissed better than I do any girl I ever dated and he knows exactly where to kiss me as well.   The girls know too and make sure we do.  We also dress to please each other and wear perfume for the same reason.  They really are trying to get us to turn each other on I'm afraid.

We played a card game last night where we drew letters and then had to kick each other on a body part that began with that letter.   I panicked when I drew D and the girls were pressuring me to go quickly.  I was glad that I thought of dimples at the last second.  They tied us in a humiliating position that extended what they did the previous week.   We freaked out when they told us to lay on our backs and reach into each other's panties.   After grabbing each other down there our hands were tied into fists.   With our other limbs attached to the bed, we weren't able to really move, but every little movement that the other person's hand made were extremely noticeable. Somehow we did sleep through the night, but needless to say it was extremely embarrassing to wake up and have the covers removed.

Today Cindy, Jill, and Amber went for their bridal fittings.  While they were there, Colleen asked if another friend of hers could come in just to try on some wedding dresses.   Obviously the shop knew the truth about the three bridesmaids.  They asked if I was as passable as they were.   She told them that I looked just as good, but couldn't talk or move properly yet.   They suggested bringing me in later in the week when they'd be quiet and I wouldn't alarm any actual brides to be.   I guess it's tradition as all 4 of the others have posed in wedding dresses fairly early, but it's still kind of scary to me the idea of that which is the most feminine of all clothing.  Before you ask, I can assure you there will be photos taken if this happens.

 

Waiting for Nails to Dry

There's a decent view of my bedroom. They didn't do a total transform on it as I am only here another 2 months before moving into a house with the other sissies. I sure hope there's a sale on pink paint that week. The funny thing to me is that they kept my baseball hats.The bed didn't have a headboard originally.  They installed it just for a place to restrain me.  Fortunately, my bedroom is off limits to guests.  I keep the door closed and I blame the living room on my roommate who always was a bit artistic.  The problem is he's been in Japan for awhile and people who know me well know the changes were made after he left.  

Xiu and I have a friend named Rebecca.   I've read enough of the other blogs to know that simply by mentioning her people will be thinking future mistress, but she's not like that at all.  She's pretty cool and has known both of us since freshmen year.   She came over this afternoon just as I started painting my nails.  Fortunately, I was able to wipe off what I started before answering the door.  It was a good thing I had started because I was told to keep the polish on from yesterday until I did.  She managed to catch the window this afternoon when there was no polish.  

These Saturday afternoons are always tough because it's a lot like being a girl preparing for a date, except it's date night with Xiu.  I took a long bubble bath and shaved, I painted my nails, Kristine is coming over to help me with my makeup, which is getting better, but still not judged date worthy yet (any helpful suggestions?  I figure everybody who reads these blogs probably wears makeup for one reason or another).  She'll actually be here soon and I'm way behind on questions so without further ado or adieu?  I don't know which one it is.

Anonymous writes You met a girl with an unusual life style. She and her friends like their boyfriends to cross dress. You are in love, college is about experimenting and you have decided to go for it. Introduce them to Xiu. 

The problem is that my friends know Xiu already.  Rebecca for instance has noticed a change in both our appearances, but has put it down to trying to attract more women.  Xiu's change is more profound than mine as my eyebrows needed neatening anyway and I have the long hair.

Anonymous writes Does all this stuff ever arouse you sexually at all? If I looked in the mirror and saw that, I think I'd get excited. 

No, I can't say that looking cute as a girl isn't a sort of pride in a weird way and female attention is great, but the whole feminization thing doesn't make me think sexy, it makes me think hard work.

Kathwyn writes If they are serious about the dance lessons, try swing dancing. It's a lot of fun and most of us wear dance sneakers rather than heels. There is sure to be a big swing scene in your area.

No heels?  Sounds great, but I've seen how those girls get thrown and just how much leg gets shown when the skirts go flying.

Lisa said I guess you learned another lesson about disobedience. I said in an earlier comment I would date you, but I would also expect obedience, for which you would be suitably rewarded. 

OK, maybe I haven't always treated women as equals, but obedience?  I don't think I could be in a relationship where I had to be obedient.

Anonymous wrote Can we see a photo of you in your maid's outfit? I am glad you are helping out. Girls love a guy that does housework and it sounds as if the other girls need the help.

I know that there was one on Colleen's hard drive.   I'm sure you'll get to see another.   Cleaning up after the guys is so degrading.  I have come to realize that guys are pigs even when they think they are being neat.

Lesley Thanks for the compliment :).  I'm not really fond of the term sissy either, but that's what they call us.  I don't think it's meant to be pejorative so much as none of us are transgendered and only Jill and Cindy show any indication of dressing on their own.   Hmm, it occurs to me that they're the ones they started with.  I can't see dressing on my own, but I try not to make the same mistakes they made including saying, "I'll never do..."

Bill:  Pantyhose reviews will come soon.  I've already been told to take notes.   The best ones I've ever worn are Donna Karan, but they're a bit pricey.  I've been wearing mostly Hanes Silk Reflections, which fit OK.   I don't like L'eggs Sheer Energy.

Laura: Next week it's shaved smooth all over.   I am not looking forward to that change.  I hope that I will never get to the point of being incapable of looking masculine.


Sissy Emily I am very lucky they stayed around.  I couldn't untie those shoe laces and I couldn't slip my wrists out.  I couldn't figure out how to get out of that predicament and eventually I would have had to ask somebody for help.

Video

I've gotten a lot of teasing from the girls about the montage they made of my pictures.  I think it's more embarrassing than having those posted as still pictures.   My apartment has been feminized too.  I'm not surprised, but it is really hard to get used to it.  Also, unlike some of the other sissies I still have people dropping by.  It's going to be damn hard to explain.  The living room looks like a girl lives here, though maybe with a guy.  The bedroom looks like the girliest girl ever lives here.

Colleen has basically instructed me that when I'm not out in public, I need to keep the breast forms in.   This is really weird for me.   The bra is one thing, but even now when I type, I look down and I see boobs.   I'm dressed like a guy right now, but I see boobs, and red fingernails.   I think I'm through the worst of it.  I don't think they can add any new lingerie, but wearing a bra in public is nerve racking.   I'm not really that changed in appearance as a guy other than having neater eye browns and neater hair.  The people who noticed have decided I've either gotten serious about a girl or am pursuing one.

A lot of the embarrassment about my situation is what happens spontaneously.   I walked by Karen and Heather in the union today and they stopped me.   Karen was painting her fingernails at the time and I was naturally leery.   Heather asked me if she could borrow my shoe laces and she said it in such a way that I knew it wasn't simply a request.  Sure enough, soon had me putting my hands out on the table for her.   It was a very noticeable dark red.  That's when I learned what the shoelaces were for.  Heather tied my wrists to the chair legs.  You couldn't really notice it  too much if you weren't looking for it, but they then told me if I got out I could probably wipe off the polish before it dried.   They went to the bookstore and left me there.  I started panicking as I saw that the polish was nearly dry.  15 minutes later I still wasn't out.   Nobody noticed, but they kept talking with me for another half hour or so.  Before we went our separate ways they gave me a copy of Cosmo.  I had to walk back to my place carrying the Cosmo, which meant one of my hands couldn't be in my pocket.  Again, I was scared to death, but didn't get caught or anything.  I asked Colleen and she said it was just my lucky day running into them.  She didn't plan it or anything.

I Have Curves Now

My breasts and padded butt.  Unfortunately, Colleen was with me when they did and they haven't been off since.  I got to show them off to everybody.  I made a huge mistake and I'm worried about the consequences for me.  Originally, I was supposed to start wearing a bra daily this weekend.  I was supposed to have a week to get used to pantyhose first.  Unfortunately, after saying something stupid, I was stuck having to ask Colleen to please let me start wearing pantyhose on last Thurssday.  Tonight, Colleen informed me that I had my week and bras would start tomorrow.  I talked back to her and she told me one more word and I'd be wearing  C cups, 2 more words and I'd be wearing the forms too.  I shut up quickly, but I fear she's going to try and teach me a lesson.  I'm not even sure how to conceal a bra, though Cindy and Xiu both tell me it can be done.

I was surprised with the results of the survey so far.   It's not that I don't know there are women who like sissies.  I've seen Cindy use feminine wiles to seduce Colleen.  I get it.  I just expect they're far and few between.  Maybe not.  In any event many of you said nice things about me and I appreciate it.  I'm not going to quote comments because I have too many, but I do have some answers. 

Mary: I am surprised to find out that I do have nice legs.  I guess, they're just really long.  My inseam is 3 inches larger than my waist.

Anonymous:  I've started maid work for the mistresses here.  I don't think I want to be a submissive plaything for any woman, but at this point I can think of far worse fates.

Bill: When I posed the blog title I did notice the irony.   The white photo backgrounds come from taking out the background.  They did it to replace the background on my blog and I think they used a free website to do it, but I don't know which one.

Amy: I kind of rushed to put up the pull.  I guess that if you would date a guy like me in a dress or pants (yay!) than you'd select both you would go out with me and you'd go out with me, but keep me in dresses.  The poll was created to accept multiple answers.  I think you're right about the self-selecting nature of people reading the blog.  If you are repulsed by sissies, what are you doing here?  On the other hand, I really like to believe that there are this many women who are accepting of it.  Then again, I'm a little worried about the 6 who say they'd keep me tied up too and by the large number that one me to be the bride.

Feeling More Manly

Thanks Lisa and Kathwyn for your comments.  Even though I'm writing this in my new dress and heels and my nails are bright red as they hit the keyboard, it actually made me feel a bit more manly to know that I wasn't totally undesirable simply because of this experience.    It hasn't been a bad day except for having get dressed as soon as I got home and demonstrate my prowess with makeup (not so good) and walking (getting much better) for Colleen and several of the mistresses. 

Starting with your last questions first... Yes and Yes. And I don't think I'm the only one either. Ask Colleen and Kristine... or maybe use the poll to ask how many girls would date a guy in your situation.
I think you're assuming that I would think less of you because of what you are going through, but I don't. Being a girl is fun and if I thought less of you for wearing lingerie then I'd have to admit to thinking less of myself. On the contrary, after reading Jill and Cindy's early blogs I think this experience has made them better people than they were before and I have more respect for them.
As to what we'd talk about... I already love reading your posts and hearing about how you feel about what's going on. And I'm looking forward to hearing all about what you find out about yourself as you continue.
If I had to generalize I'd say guys like to talk about things and girls like to talk about people. The fact that you're going through this and are willing to blog so much about it makes you more interesting than 95% of the guys out there.

But don't take my word for things. I'm just some random from the internet. Ask the girls for an honest opinion. Ask them whether they think you'll be more attractive to women once they let you back into trousers and you have a better understanding of women and no longer dress like Mr. Scruffy.
Personally, I think you'll be enjoying the benefits of your residual hotness long after you've thrown out your last pair of pantyhose.

Kathwyn 

I think you've given me my next poll.  I'm supposed to change it weekly, so I think I'll run that starting tomorrow. I am relieved to know that you didn't think that just because I was wearing dresses now, I wanted to spend all my time talking about fashion.   There is some truth, I think, to your comments about what men and women talk about.  I'm blushing about the 95% comment.  

Yeah, you're a random from the internet and probably not the best source of honest opinion, but I also don't trust the girls to give me the unvarnished truth.  I know that Xiu warned me about that.   They want to feminize us more and if that means convincing us that what girls want is guys who can gracefully dance in high heels, they'll try.   I dream of that day, but I think unless I come up with something very clever, they'll be keeping me in pantyhose for some time.

If anybody on Twitter ever wants to chat, my Twitter account is @Coedkatie.  Mostly I'm just following fashion brands, magazines, and makeup now.  I see only 12% thought that making me walk across the Student Union in heels was too severe so I won't even ask about having to sleep with Xiu.  Most readers said the humiliation was just something I had to get used to.

Questions

Things are calming down a bit today.   Of course, doing my job in pantyhose still makes me nervous, but Colleen seems very happy with me after my performance this weekend.   She did tell me Amanda and Sheila took things further than she would have with how we were tied, but also admitted that she found it kind of amusing.   Colleen definitely has plans for me that's clear.  She's already been talking to me about Summer clothes, but she also told me that she enjoys being spontaneous and making it up as she goes along.

It seems that you girls are going through so much just to prevent your relationship from going to its logical conclusion--Tommy

I'm straight.  No matter how Xiu looks, she's still a guy.   They have very little sympathy for Xiu in this area because of his "crimes against women".  They have only slightly more sympathy for me because I was willing to overlook them.

Now that you know you are going to be a girl for awhile, have you thought about having your legs waxed?

That's been a threat if I fail to keep my legs hairless, but that sounds painful.  I think I'll stick with shaving.

I have to say that if I was on your campus I would have a hard time leaving you alone. You'd be fun to tease and I could talk to you about things I'm interested in rather than listening to guy stuff or indulging in the usual awkward "between the sexes" dialog. With the girls' help this could be a lot of fun for you and you could come out of this, if not with a girlfriend, then with a lot of girl friends that you would not have had otherwise. Kathwyn

What kind of stuff that you're interested in?  I don't know that I would want to sit around discussing hemlines or something.  Also, this is going to make it really hard to have a girlfriend when she sees me removing my lingerie so we can get intimate.  You might find a guy in my situation interesting, but would you actually date one? Sleep with one?

Yesterday

 I imagine at least a few of you were wondering how everything went yesterday.  It was a lot like last Saturday in that I was extremely humiliating and also exhausting to the point that I was feeling very worn out when it was over.   Things began at Wendy's salon before normal business hours.  I know things would be very difficult when she asked me if I would be a good girl or if I needed to be ziptied to the chair--she wasn't joking either.  I told her I'd be a good girl.  She informed me that she would just neaten things up and give me a bit of body.  She also informed me that since coworkers may arrive early I would need to look appropriate.   I kept on the clothes I was wearing, but added a stuffed bra and she applied makeup.   She was excited about my hair and told Colleen that she wished Cindy's hair would get to my length soon. 

When we left the salon, I still had shopping ahead of me.   I mentioned before that it seemed like all the sissies made the same mistake and it was one I didn't want to make---believing they looked male far longer than they did.  The problem is I still don't pass.  I was given a choice of leaving the makeup and bra or switching back.  I figured I looked enough like a girl that that was the less embarrassing way to go, but I was scared to death because of my voice and movements.  I would not have tried it in a dress and heels.

Colleen gave me instructions telling me she was very proud of me and that I made the right choice because I would be trying a few things on. She told me to follow all instructions to the letter and after transferring my wallet and a lipstick into a purse, she wished me luck. I walked over to Bebe and found my penpal salesgirl.  She was happy to see me back and complimented me on my appearance.  She told me that I had instructions inside the dressing room.  I looked at her expectantly waiting for her to get them and she told me to pick out 3 dresses that I liked to try on.  I put on the first dress and stepped out and she complimented me right away on my pantyhose encased legs.  She made me try on all three dresses before telling me that she never said they were in her dressing room.  She then had me purchase the dress that I liked best.  I was thrilled the store wasn't crowded.

She sent me on the way and suggested I try on two tops and two skirts I liked from Charlotte Russe.  One of her friends took me to the dressing room and sure enough there were directions in there telling me to pick up a lipstick and matching nail polish at Sephora before finding something sexy for Xiu at Victoria's Secret.  Of course the salesgirl made me pick a top and skirt and rung me up for it.  I went to Sephora and when I got there I had to literally find a lipstick and match it up to the nail polish shades before leaving. 

The Victoria Secret sales girl recognized me immediately and kept taking pains to say how much my girlfriend would like her lingerie.   I went home and put on my new dress and used my new lipstick and nail polish.  Xiu and I had a candlelight dinner of chicken dijon and some wine before  Sheila and Amanda came over to "chaperon".   We danced with each other awhile before changing into our lingerie.  Amanda helped me change and sprayed me liberally with my new perfume while Sheila did the same to Xiu.  Then we held hands and made small talk before Xiu and I took turn writing messages Sheila and Amanda gave us on each other's back and trying to guess what was being written.    Finally, the girls told us it was time for us to get to bed. 

Rather than handcuffs or some elaborate bondage, they each had exactly one piece of clothesline.  We got in and laid on our backs rather than hugging each other, which sounded great to me.  Sheila took my right wrist and tied one loop around it.  She then yanked on the rope as she tied the rope through Xiu's panties and to his right leg.   Xiu's left leg was tied the same way.   The effect was to pull our wrists tight so that they would be inside the other's one's panties resting right on their penis.   My right wrist was then tied to his and his left was tied to mine.  We could have easily gotten out of the bondage except that it would cause our hands to move back and further over each other's penis and we weren't willing to let that happen, so we tried to sleep really still.  There were no accidents, but it was a very nervous sleep all night.

More on Pantyhose

OK, I got several more questions about pantyhose.  I'll do my best to answer them.   Don't expect an update tomorrow as I have that shopping to do and then a "lesbian date night" with Xiu.  I understand he has bought me lingerie, perfume, and a surprise and I'm going to return the favor.  I had a girlfriend who wore Beautiful by Estee Lauder and I used to really like that fragrance.  I guess that will be Xiu's smell now.  I got inspected today 3 times by girls checking that I had my pantyhose on.  I'm glad I passed.  I will feel very nervous shopping tomorrow.

Charmane: To be honest, I don't really know how the pantyhose are supposed to fit.  The first time I wore them, I was given a pair of Cindy's.  She's taller than me, but my legs are longer.  I am wearing normal size CD in Hanes Silk Reflections.   Your assignment was a lot like what I'm going through.   As much as they enjoyed embarrassing me, having the girls with me made it a lot easier to bring up my feminine purchases.  I wish you hadn't mentioned keeping a spare pair with me.  That's a new rule now.

Laura Asked: How was your first day in pantyhose ? How do you feel knowing you are required to wear them every day from now on ? Do you think you will be required to wear ballet flats or other girls shoes with you pantyhose anytime soon ? Have you given ant thought as to how your going to feel having your legs put on display this spring in shorts and pantyhose for all the girls on campus to see ?

I'd love to say it was easy, but every time I moved I could feel them and I was embarrassed and I felt like everybody knew when they saw me.  Everyday seems like such a long time and just like they checked on me keeping my heels on they're checking on the panythose.  I'm sure women's shoes are coming, but I hope they'll be masculine looking.   I have no intention of wearing shorts when in male mode this summer.  Girls knowing about this is much more embarrassing for me than guys.  Most of the other sissies are the opposite based on our conversations.


 

Pantyhose

 I had one of those discussions with Colleen today that I tried to avoid because I can't want. She asked me if I had enough pantyhose in case I ran a pair when I started wearing them everyday tomorrow.  I told her I didn't want to wear pantyhose and than in my brief experience they were a colossal pain.   She asked me if I was sure I didn't want to obey her and wear pantyhose.  I had visions of what she might do if I said I didn't so I told her roboticly that I wanted to do as she said and wear pantyhose.  She asked me if I really wanted to and I said yes.  Then she said, well if you really want to you'll ask me if you can start wearing them this afternoon.  I didn't have a lot of choice.  I'm not in pantyhose for the foreseeable future except when I'm sleeping.   She said she'd make an exception when she thought that my outfit would look better without pantyhose or when I wore a garter belt.   I'm stuck.  

Mary Asks:

Your Mistresses want us to ask more questions, and I have one. Does dressing sexually excite you at all? Judging by the look on your face, I imagine that it does even if you're too embarassed by it to admit to it.

I am not excited by wearing women's clothing. 

Also, once your Mistresses get you talking to boys and dating, how far are you going to go with a guy? 
I won't say never because the sissies sure look stupid everytime they do it, but I can't see going pass kissing honestly.

Anonymous Asks:

Do you feel any good feelings when the girls dress you? Have you been tied up yet? Did you know you had such a great smile? Talk the mistresses into a short movie of you walking so we can see your progress. -

The attention is nice and I'm kind of interested in how much of a girl I look, but no.  This isn't my own particular kink.   I've been tied up quite a few times.   If you see pictures of me outside with snow on the ground and can't see my hands, it's because they're tied.  Heather tied me up just to show me how quickly she could make me helpless and they've done it either to exert their dominance or force Xiu and I to play with each other.  I've always received compliments on my smile, but I've never done it much.   Unlike Xiu I've never seen the reason to fight over the smile.  If they already have you posing in a dress and heels, you don't stop them from making you look sissy by pouting.

This weekend, I need to go shopping on my own.  I'm supposed to get perfume and maybe a babydoll or a teddy for Xiu.  They also want me to shop with some of the salesgirls I met last weekend.

Catastrophe for Colleen

Kristine and Colleen's computer has crashed and crashed in a bad way.  Along with it were most of the pictures of me as well as their account information.  They were relying on a cookie that was stored in their computer.   Colleen is fit to be tied and I'm doing my best to be on my best behavior to avoid feeling the brunt of it, but I did feel just a bit of righteous glee over the loss of some pictures I'd rather never see the light of day.

The last couple of days have meant an awful lot of practice.   Wearing heels simply confirms my astonishing lack of grace, while I have the makeup skills of a 7 year old.   Cindy and Xiu have both told me that I'll be as good as any girl I know by May and better by Summer, but that sounds like a lot of work. 

I had a few questions and part of the reason for this blog according to Colleen is to answer questions, so here goes:

We need to know more about you.

What are your vital statistics. Height,weight, waist (with and without the cinch.) That stuff.

All we really know is that you are a C cup ( an A if you are trying to pass as a guy)

5'11" and 142 pounds.  I have a 33 inch inseam and a 30 inch waist, a 38 inch chest, and 32 inch hips.  With a cincher, breast forms, and padded panties, they can get me to 38C-28-36.   Wow, it's embarrassing to right my measurements that way.

Do you live alone? Have you dressed before? Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend? 

I have a roommate who is in Japan of all places for a semester abroad.   He says he is safe in Nagoya, but the Earthquake shook his building for a minute and it was scary as all Hell.  My apartment is supposedly getting a makeover since he's not around--I've been told that they hope I like pink, purple, and Justin Beiber--groan.  I got forcibly dressed when I was 10 by another 10 year old and her 12 year old sister, but that is the only time I've worn a dress.   Girls have been constantly playing with my hair since I decided to let it grow long though.  I am straight and I don't have a girlfriend.  I have been threatened with my ex seeing pictures of me, but told it wouldn't happen if I cooperated.

We've included a poll on my blog.   The idea is that it'll be updating all the time.  The first question is whether or not my punishment the other day was too severe. I have a feeling I know how this will end.

 

Punished

You've seen a lot of pictures of me all dressed up, but before yesterday I never kept anything on longer than a few minutes.  Yesterday was the first time I had to stay fully dressed for the entire day.  I was warned to make sure my makeup was perfect and to touch it up if needed--not like I could, but I know enough to at least be able to fix my lipstick.   I was also warned to make sure my heels stayed on all day and this is where I got busted.  After a couple of hours my feet started to hurt and by hour four I couldn't take it anymore.  I got busted by Colleen and Kristine around 6PM and when I asked if I was going to be punished she said "of course.  All in good time."   I thought I had dodged a bullet---not at all.

This morning before I began my 8 AM class, Heather came up to me and told me her boyfriend had dropped off a package for me in the men's room and if I hurried quickly it was still there taped behind the toilet in the 2nd stall.   I raced into the bathroom and found it fortunately empty.  It is a small bathroom with 3 urinals and 2 stalls, but it does get traffic.  I took the bag and found a brand new pair of Sheer Energy pantyhose in my size with a note that said to put them on.   Sitting in the stall, I tried my best to quickly and stealthily put on the pantyhose without being discovered.  There was also a bottle of nail polish, which I took with me.

When I got back to the classroom, there was Heather in the 3rd row with a big smile on her face.   After class was mercifully over she went up to me and reached under my pant leg to feel that I had the pantyhose on and said, "Oh silky.  Did you shave this morning?"  I admitted I did.  It was already my first day wearing panties to class so I was terrified.  She told me to follow her.  She led me down to the basement not far from the student union where their are private one person bathrooms and told me to paint my toes because Amanda would check before my 10:00 class.   I did as I was told and though there were several knocks on the door, I managed to get my nails painted and dried, the panythose put back on, and my regular clothes too.

I went to the student union, but couldn't concentrate.   The pantyhose under my jeans were definitely something I could feel every time I moved.  I met Amanda right outside the class that was scheduled to start at 10AM.  We went into an empty class room and she made me take off my shoes and socks so that she could get a good look at my feet.  She wasn't satisfied when I just took off my left shoe and wanted to see both.   She then proceeded to trade me my socks for a peach A cup bra, that I had to put on under my sweatshirt.  I was very thankful my jeans came down and covered my pantyhosed ankles, but I was very scared sitting down. 

After class, Amanda led me to the student union where Colleen, Kristine, and Heather were all sitting in a back corner rather far away from anybody.   Amanda and I bought lunch and went to sit down and I was allowed the spot in the corner out of sight.  We made small talk as we ate and then Colleen asked me if I was sorry I disobeyed her.  I apologized knowing that I would lose any argument here.  She then asked me to remove my shoes.  I started to plead, but was told it'd make a scene if they took them and I was out of view from everybody where I was.  I complied and then Colleen gave me the same strappy pair of heels that I had got in trouble for removing yesterday.  They exposed my toes, which meant my pantyhose and painted toes were on display.   Kristine and Heather got up and Kristine took my gym shoe in put it in the bathroom I had used earlier, while the other one was taken across the student union. and placed next to the Subway.  I begged not to have to do this, but the girls told me not to disobey Colleen and I wouldn't have to do it again.   I didn't see a lot of options.  As my heels clicked and clacked across the floor, I got a lot of giggles and a lot of laughing.  At least a few people I know saw me.   I'm sure I can write this off as a prank, but I was so humiliated.  The distance across the union felt like miles.

Colleen is different than the other mistresses.  I thought on the rare chance I got caught, I'd be tied up or something.  This was tough and while I'm not ruined or exposed I was sweating and my heart was beating a mile a minutes when I finally got my shoes.