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An Unwelcome Visitor

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  All through high school, one of my best friends on the basketball team was a guy named Jacob.  He was always a bit like a wilder version of me.  He was a lot of fun at parties and he was always the guy you could count on to cheer you up on a rough day. While I started at DuPont last year, he went to community college to get his general education credits out of the way in community college.  Well, now he's looking to transfer for next year and he wants to get a look at DuPont and he wants to stay with me.  There is so much wrong with this.  We have finals coming up in two weeks, you know what I look like and how girly our apartment looks, and I just don't want to get busted.   I already told him I'm working a lot and he said that was cool, but I don't want him finding this shit out.  I'm begging and pleading with the girls to let me wear male clothing when he's here and let him stay with them, but there's some things like my hairstyle and eyebrows that are

Work Has Been Crazy

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  Two different waitresses quit at Mom's last week and things have been really busy for the rest of us. In both cases, they were going to quit before summer anyway and this way they could prepare for finals without having work get in the way.  Unfortunately, for the rest of us that has meant way more hours than we'd like. The above picture is from a photoshoot that I filmed.  I guess this is what they meant by feathers. It kind of reminds me of what I've heard about strippers like 100 years ago, except there is no nudity in this. Kylie did not like my email.  I guess the truth hurts. The Easter egg hunt was a disaster.  It poured rain which meant that I was walking around soaking wet grass with my heels sinking into the ground. The only way I could open the eggs was by squatting down, which put all my weight on the heels.  It wouldn't have been easy in the dry grass, but with the rain it was terrible.

Dear Kylie Gable (An Open Letter)

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  Dear Kylie Gable, According to everything I have read about you, you were a college sissy like me.  So why are you working for the enemy now?  I can understand that you are making money off this process, but on Sunday I will be doing a recreation of the ridiculous Playboy bunny Easter Egg hunt that you went through. I spent to $3 to find out what was coming, so I hope you appreciated it. Look, I respect you for enduring this for four years. If Mia, Paige, company tried to feminize me for a full four years, I think I would crack. I don't even mind you writing about your experiences. However, remember whose side you are on.  So far, I've made just under $50 from your stories and that would be great if I didn't know it'd be spent on makeup or a new dress or something. If you and I are both sissies, we both should either have our names on the book cover in capital or lower case letters. It seems as if this is a terrible double standard and I don't like it. I think you

Complaints

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  So, our weather went back down in the thirties, which was way too cold for a dress this short. It was an uneventful date, but the girls went out to keep an eye on me (from a distance).  He was a a bit handsier than the last guy, but nothing happened. I wanted to complain about the new book .  If you don't know, Mistress DJ and Kylie Gable are two writers who read this blog and then turn our events into a story.  They interview us and then try to wordsmith our interviews.   So first, I hate that cover.  My hands are over my head like Mia's arresting me or something.  Secondly, I'm the only one whose name is in small letters instead of capitals. I don't think that many people read these books, but I have no idea how I would explain this cover if somebody did. The title itself refers to me as "Mia's Sissy".  The book itself is even worse.  It's about my bra fitting and first shopping trip and I come off as a total wimp. I will get 1/4 of the proceeds fr

A Date

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  Well, they gave me an ultimatum. I had a choice between picking a guy of my choice from the dating app and meeting him for a pleasant cup of coffee or they pick somebody for me and we go out to a nice dinner and dancing.  Not only that, but I have to find a way to get the guy to agree to those things for a first date...or else. It's no surprise that I met Glen for coffee yesterday.  He is a community college student and he works as a shift manager at Taco Bell. It was fine.  I have to admit he was pretty boring and that was deliberate on my part because I wanted a quiet guy who wouldn't make too many moves on me.  Unless he was lying, I was happy to hear that he had a bunch of dates lined up on here so me rejecting him shouldn't hurt too much. I guess it could have been worse.  I could have had to go to prom. I forgot about this pic that my sisters took of me when I was home over Christmas.  That's my mom's prom dress.  I think there are plans to do a photoshoot o

Saint Patrick's Day

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  So, the good news is I wasn't required to get a date for Saint Patrick's Day but I did have to go to an Irish pub looking like this and you can be sure I got attention, which I can handle, but the drunk attention was a problem. Anyway, I survived it.  I really get the idea that Mia is up to something big but I have no idea what.

End Skirt Fatigue Now!