Another College Blog

So, the girls decided this was a good day for Jenna and me to hit the town for some quality girl time.  We did a lot of shopping, from clothes, to party decorations to makeup.  It kind of reminds me of when Fiona first started because I've been dressing pretty much every day for almost 3 years now and Jenna is still very new to it all.  My sisters have made her dress at college, but she hasn't done the extensive work I had to do on movement, voice, and mannerisms that I have.  As a result, I pass much better and though Jenna is fairly feminine looking despite wearing extensions, she is much easier to read.  It makes me very nervous because if she gets read, the chances are very high that I will be read too.

  My sisters arrived along with my friend Jenna (formerly Jacob).  I know that Jenna was thinking of coming here from college, but after the girls gave him the feminization treatment, he decided to go to Southern Illinois instead.  He's quite a ways away from me, but he's being trained by my sisters Kim and Holly.  Jenna is so much fun, but I'm realizing she has a terrible habit of pissing off girls.  She pissed off Mia and her friends and evidently also pissed off my sisters who wanted a sissy of their own and had plenty of ready made blackmail thanks to the girls here.  My younger sister Holly who is a sophomore in college is her primary feminizers but Kim enjoys it too.  They've been making her send them selfies from college and then when they are home from school, Jenna is totally in their clutches.  Even worse, it's hard to say the selfies are forced when nobody is at your college. I just don't know how you explain that when you don't go to c...

  Here’s an old pic of me from my internship. The office was located on the second floor of this quirky little building that had a coffee shop, a drug store, and a few other small businesses on the ground level. I used to love the atmosphere—there was always this subtle buzz of activity. You’d hear snippets of conversation from the café, a door chime from the pharmacy, and the soft clatter of heels on the stairs as people filed into work. The coffee shop downstairs became my morning ritual. They knew my name (and my order) by the second week. I’d always stop in before heading up—usually something simple like a vanilla latte or cold brew if I was running late. On slower mornings, I’d sit with my cup and people-watch for a few minutes before the workday officially began. It made the internship feel less like a humiliating grind and more like something I had chosen for myself.

  Ashleigh showed up at my door like she owned the place, already dressed in tight jeans and a strappy top like she’d just walked off a reality show. “You’re coming with me,” she said, pushing past me. “Karaoke night. Double date. And no, I’m not dragging any of my friends if your guy turns out to be awful. That’s your job, princess.” Before I could even protest, she was already flipping through my closet. “Where’s that little silver skirt? You know, the one that makes your legs look ten miles long?” She found it. Of course she did. Twenty minutes later, I was in that ridiculous sparkly mini, and my cropped black turtleneck. I did my makeup quick but decent—winged liner, red gloss, the usual. Ashleigh just nodded, satisfied. “Perfect. You’ll look amazing on stage.” I was about to argue that I wasn’t singing, but we both knew that was a lie. The bar was already packed. Ashleigh’s guy—Liam—was charming in a too-much-cologne, opens-doors kind of way. Mine? His name was Carter. He spe...

I never used to think about heels. They were something girls wore to prom or maybe graduation, not something I’d ever have to understand. But here I am, with a growing collection under my bed and actual opinions on kitten heels versus stilettos. Life comes at you fast. The first pair I wore was brutal—black patent leather pumps with a heel that felt like it reached the clouds. I wobbled like a newborn deer. I didn’t even make it to the end of the hall before kicking them off. But no one let me quit. They actually tied me up to stop me from removing them. The lesson was clear: heels aren’t just about looking cute—they’re about control, posture, and yes, sometimes punishment. Since then, I’ve learned to match heels to outfits, and weirdly, it’s kind of satisfying. Short skirts and dresses need something sleek, like a stiletto or strappy sandal. It keeps your legs looking long and distracts from how awkward you feel. Longer skirts? That’s wedge or block heel territory. You need the heig...

  Here are the modeling pictures I promised you from the internship?  What do you think?  Would you buy an outfit you saw me modeling in a catalog?  It felt really weird because when I'm all dressed up, I'm so worried about how I present myself and in this case they could care less, they were concerned only with how the clothes were bring presented. It looks like I will be getting the other job and I can't even explain it.  Damn, this is going to be tough! What did I ever do to Mercedes? Jacob is coming down here for my birthday and I'm not looking forward to it. I saw him over Christmas, but I didn't think my sisters were doing much to him since he doesn't go to either of their colleges.  I'm learning that there is a lot you can do long distance.