Another College Blog

  Despite having way more money for clothing than any woman should, I still wind up having to spend time looking for bargains.  Becs and Mercedes took me thrifting the other day and I picked up yet a couple more outfits.  If this keeps up, I'm going to need a storage unit soon. It was nothing too exciting, but I'm sure you'll see me in them soon enough. There's the new purse that Mia is so thrilled by.  She insists it was my idea, but come on.  Really?  The thing that sucks about purses is how many things I carry in them that I wouldn't want anybody else to seeing.  Even if I pass as Kayla, I still don't like people seeing pads or worse handcuffs in my purse.

  This was my Fourth of July outfit, though this picture was taken before Mia's party.  By now, you probably know that David didn't have to be Fiona for the party since he was there with  Jill.   Meanwhile, I'm wearing this ensemble with wedge heels.  I don't need to tell you how unfair this is.  He doesn't have to dress up because he has a girlfriend, but I can't get a girlfriend because I have to dress up.  The party itself wasn't bad really, but I really do get irritated when I'm the only one dressing up like this. Work is going okay, but the girls are getting a lot of money to spend on my feminization and I'm not getting much for living expenses.

So I’ve been working at the new place for a few weeks now, and it’s pretty much exactly what I feared it would be. The transition from Mom's to this loud, high-energy sports bar has been jarring, to say the least. Back at the diner, it was regulars, pancakes, and coffee refills. No one was really looking at me. Here? I can feel their eyes on me constantly. The hair, the makeup, the outfit—they all do their job a little too well, which is both validating and completely exhausting. Financially, things have flipped. My base pay has shrunk, but my tips have absolutely exploded. You’d think that’d be a win, but honestly, it’s complicated. There’s something a little demoralizing about putting in a full week of work and realizing that  all I’ve really done is “earn” a very expensive new purse. Sure, it’s a designer bag and I look great carrying it, but I didn’t choose it. It’s just the kind of thing that gets expected of me now. Pretty girl, pretty accessories. Spend some time looking g...