Aaaargh. Now I know full well I'm no Vincent Van Gogh but doing a French Manicure is too difficult for a sissy like me. Will require loads of practice. You can probably just pick them out in my pic.Anyway, met my latest crush last night. He is a really lovely man who deserves everything he can get in life. Trouble is, I'm not sure he'll go out and get it. I need a man or woman who can dominate me both inside and out of the bedroom. He is not that man sadly but we'll keep in touch.
Was v.v. brave sissy and went out tonight for the first time without my boobs. I bought this lovely see-through blouse but really needed a navy or black bra to go with it. Silly girl didn't pack one, and realised too late as the shops were shut (so much for the capsule wardrobe). Where did my feminine intuition go!
It seems apparent now that the Estrevon is changing me, but only slowly. I think that is definately for the best. I would love now to be the finished article but half the fun is getting there. I am now definately looking more and more about what girls are wearing. I always did up to a point but now I'm more critical. What looks good on a girl may not work with me. I'm noticing the smaller things as well. Nails, rings, make-up subtleties e.g. where to position the blusher, the best mix of colours beween eyes and lips; and am starting to experiment more. Bought this fab mascara which even makes my eyelashes longer and I love my lipstick primer. It opens up my lips so I can easily coat them. Also bought some miracle concealer - I'll let you know if it works.
Never got to mention the Pagan Priest from last time. Was getting chatted up by this quite attractive guy but he was dissing other people which I don't like. So I looked away, like you do, to no-one in particular, with a disgusted expression on my face. Anyway this bloke suddenly appears from nowhere shouting things like Shalagooch, Alrazabin, Biggulch, I don't know, and making expressions with his hands against the guy who just laughs it off. He was putting a Pagan curse on the poor guy. Anyway he tells that i must follow my true course and that I was beautiful.But then we all are aren't we? Good fun though.
Lovely thing happened tonight after boyfriend left to rest his back. Actually, and sadly, it was not my fault that he had a bad back, he got it earlier in the week. Met this gorgeous pre-op transexual who looked similar too me. Tall, slim, long dark hair and long legs. Two guys come up to us and start dancing. They assumed we were sisters! Apologised to Tanya afterwards but she thought it was a real giggle and we called each other 'sis' for the rest of the night.
Big question now. Do I want to fully transition? Do I want to be a woman?
Little answer. Yes, I think so, but its tearing me apart.
Hugs all
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