Another College Blog

  The rest of the costume is even worse. Believe it or not, that's a Darth Vader costume.  Why are all girls' Halloween costumes so slutty?  Everyday is more ridiculous than the day before. This isn't my Star Wars.

  My roommate is the most embarrassing part of all of this. He knows everything and I don't know how I could possibly hide what I've been doing from him. He's watching the Bears games with me and while sometimes like last night it's pretty awesome, he sees me getting ready in my cheerleading outfit before the game starts. He's had dresses, heels, and nail polish dropped off for me when he's been in so he passed them on. I haven't and he's come back a few times to find me time up and have to untie me. David is in no danger of become Davida or anything.  The girls have flat out told me that I'm more than a full time hobby, but that doesn't stop him from being terrified of them.  I think with good reason.  He won't go against me, but he also won't stand up to the girls.  He's seem me in dresses and skirts at least two dozen times and it gets harder and harder to explain.

  When this whole unfortunate series of events started, I was sure that Rebecca would be the worst of the bunch. I was wrong. Despite her cheerful almost bubbly personality and goody-two-shoes persona, she's relentless about everything.  After all the push for me to go out in public, the new complaint is that I have a body like a two by four.  Of course, when they were trying to convince me that going out wouldn't be that bad they never complained about my figure back then. The problem is for all the complaining about heels (and I've been guilty of it myself). Things like Spankx and other types of padded or compressed underwear is the most uncomfortable things a woman can wear.

  We went out clubbing last night.  It was actually not as bad as the party because at least guys couldn't really hear me, but dancing with other guys really felt awkward. Mia and Paige have been showing me how to dance like a girl. Nobody seemed to look at me weirdly when we were dancing or say anything, but I was a wreck. I also know it wouldn't have been that smooth if the music ever stopped and they could hear me sounding like. The thing I hated was the walk home. Even though I was walking with four women, I'd see guys checking us out and worry that they would approach us. Outside, they would instantly notice that I don't sound like a girl. It also didn't help that I was dressed the sluttiest.  I have some great comments and I'll answer what I can this week.

 So the Bears lost a real heartbreaker tonight. We came within inches of winning and I don't know how I feel about it.  We're going to be terrible this year so the worse we are, the more likely we are to get a good draft pick. Still, it was heartbreaking. The other problem is that I'm only allowed to watch the Bears if I wear a cheerleading outfit, plus full makeup, and the damn bow in my hair.  The problem is this game was on Thursday night.  Something that never happened on Sunday, we had company during the game.  Even worse, they wouldn't leave.  I wound up having to hide in the bathroom for 20 minutes with the shower on.  I missed the Bears lone touchdown because of it. I know the girls are having a lot of fun at my expense, but sometimes this really does suck.

  This picture makes me look really short, but its an optical illusion.  Yeah, Becs is taller than me, but not by that much. Anyway, they did take me to a college party last night and it was scary.  Yeah, drunk guys were approaching me and as Becs mentioned I don't have a voice that sounds anything like a girl.  Even worse, instead of coaching me on how to sound more feminine they are saying, "they don't have a clue" and expecting me to learn on my own. I'm watching videos, but if anybody has any other ideas I appreciate it.  There was no dancing at this party--Thank God!  There was however, loud music and that did help me disguise my voice, but this was the most nervous I've been. They girls loved to watch my squirm when guys approached me. I have to admit that it was a huge rush when I finally could leave. It was like all this weight was suddenly lifted off my shoulders.

  Becs here with a guest post--Wow!  Paige has outdone herself on her new Kayla video. It culminates two weeks of taking her out in public and I hope it gives you an idea of how much fun we had. Last night Kayla went to her first college party (thanks in part to a lengthy pregame) and had a great time.  We all did!  The guys were totally checking it out and the worst part for Kayla was she still doesn't have a girl's voice yet. We need to teach her that and if she doesn't want it giving her away, she had better be pretty dedicated in her studies. There are a bunch of tutorials out there.  Anyway, she's getting cheerleadered up to watch her Bears today, but I'll be sure that she posts about the party later today.

  It looks like they are just neatened up. So more believable as a girl; wouldn't any girl have done something about the eyebrows you had? I don't think they will look wrong when you are a boy, without makeup and in guy's clothes, but I really can't be sure without seeing a picture of you as a guy. Do you get any chance for that any more? LOL How are your classes? Have you gotten any comments? Is there anything that people notice? And can you keep your mind on class, or are you always wondering about what classmates (and professors) notice? How are things going in Professor Sheila's class? Do you need any special attention there? I just wanted to reply to these comments from one of my posts.  As you can see, they're not all girly or anything, but they are quite a bit different if you saw my eye brows from the beginning of this blog.  I do still dress as a guy, but I have women's underwear on and I'm careful so nobody finds out. You can't really see m

Beginning Friday, the girls have had me all over campus trying to prove to me that I can convince people that I'm a girl.  I'm not too sure about that, but I do think it's a lot easier to fool people when I'm not talking or interacting with them.  I went to the student union, the library, walked across campus and pretended to be going to class. Then tonight we went to a small party. It was dark and people were drunk, but it was very frightening.  People left me alone and the girls wouldn't have let anybody do anything, but I still am not used to being in public in a skirt and I'm worried people will say something and I always assume that they can tell.