Jun
01
I have been back from Wildside and Las Vegas for two weeks now, and somehow haven’t managed a report on the fabulous week I spent there.
I didn’t really know what to expect when I finally met up with these Wildside gals. The main reason I chose this group is that they seemed a lot more fun and raunchy than the other. As much as I desired to let my hair down and have a good time – rather than just a nice, proper and evolved time – I worried that I might be too tame for this crowd. How wild and crazy were they? How far would they go? How far would I go? There is only so much you can tell from online interaction, right?
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May
12
Well, I finally did it! I flew on a plane! I put on my pink mini-skirt and respectable heels and a t-shirt and went to the airport. I figured, if I was going to fly as a girl, I might as well look unmistakably as one, so I ditched my original plan to wear my jeans, sexy as they are, and went with the skirt.
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Apr
26
Ahhh! Mid-May is round the corner… the time when the sun is shining, the first blooms are sprouting in the Great White North… and transwomen descend on Las Vegas!
For a decade or so, a group calling itself Diva Las Vegas (www.geekbabe.com/dlv) has been organizing a trip to Las Vegas unlike any other crossdresser/transvestite convention.
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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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14
It was a particularly restless night last night and I woke up this morning feeling anything but refreshed.
I staggered into the kitchen and went through the pre-programmed motions of making coffee, feeling very much the zombie. Then I went and got dressed.
I put on some cotton leggings and a top and looked at myself in the mirror… what a mess I was! Oh, well… Maybe if I wear boots…
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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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