Another College Blog

  We're back at school and the weather is insane.  DuPont is right at the Northern tip of the polar vortex that's spreading across the country. It's -6 right now and the windchill is like -20 below so we're staying in and bundled up.  This is one of my new Christmas outfits from my sisters--well the shoes and skirt are. I already had the bodysuit.   Kat thought I should send some pictures of me in my new outfits to my sisters so she decided to do a photoshoot. She took about a dozen pictures, but these were just 6 of them.  They've been having modeling since this all began, but it still feels so weird.  I honestly, think if I was actually a girl it would still feel very strange. Things are still very up in the air.  I really don't want to take 5 years and I think Mia is going to have to decide very soon whether she's going to Notre Dame or not.  There's a lot going on.  I am kind of curious.  I'm supposed to work a bunch this weeken...

  The weather here has been crazy.  We'll go from single digits, to the fifties, and then back down to 30 degrees all in a week.  My sisters have had way to much fun having me in town and have gotten really good at finding ways to have me dressed without my parents finding out.  Jenna is much more vulnerable than I am and I can really see just how far he's been taken.  With the new year, my big resolution is to figure out how I can graduate in 4 years + 1 semester.  I would be fine with graduating at this time next year.  By the way, check out my legs and guess who has had to go to a tanning salon.  I hope you all are doing well and I will be writing more.

  Merry Christmas!  As you can see, Jenna and I got identical dresses for Christmas.  They're for New Years and my sisters are really enjoying things way too much.  It used to be that Mia was definitely much meaner than they were and being my sisters there are some things that they don't want any part of, but I think hearing all of Mia's stories has definitely given my sisters ideas as they've looked for new ways to train Jenna. Jenna has lost 40 pounds since they first started training her and is now becoming a much more attractive girl.  I'm sure this isn't something that she'd be happy to hear.

  I've been really busy with work and trying to graduate in no more than four-and-a-half years.  My grades are really not bad, no matter what Mia says, but when you don't know what you want to do, it makes it really hard to schedule classes and I wound up with way more classes in business and math than I needed.  My work schedule is crazy and I actually have less spending money than I did at Mom's.  However, all that extra tip money that goes into wardrobe leads to Christmas outfits like that. I believe I made the mistake of telling Mia that I missed being able to wear hoodies when the weather got cold.  I'll be wearing this velvet monstrosity to the big Christmas party. Yes, my sisters have big plans for me over Christmas break.  They always do and of course having Jenna around means that they will humiliate us both at the same time.  They are both in contact with Mia and have also sent me a few feminine care packages.  For you all, the good news...

 Not the most embarrassing party, but definitely the most embarrassing costume. Look how easy Mia and Paige's costumes were compared to mine.

 What is tonight's costume?

So for work, I wore my first two costumes although the race car driver was actually taken in September when it was warmer and I could get away with dressing like that outside. Unlike Mom's we had to not only dress for Halloween, we had to go all out.  Since it's a sports bar, we were encouraged to pick something that would fit a sports theme.  I am not done.  There is one costume I'm begging and pleading with Mia not to make me wear, but a few others that are pretty bad as well.  We have multiple parties scheduled from tonight through Saturday.  Of course, I'm not supposed to wear the same costume twice.

  Things have been more than a bit crazy.  The new job has taken a lot of time.  It's not horrible.  I actually get to watch sports, which I don't always get to do at home.  I still have to dress like a cheerleader to watch the Bears. I wound up hogtied and gagged for three-fourths of the Raiders game.  It was a great victory but Mia is a Raider fan and didn't care for my commentary. At the bar, if customers think you're watching the game they like you more and your tips grow.  I will get back into posting more.  I know people love finding out what I'm doing for Halloween costumes.  Kylie Gable and Mistress DJ have actually done a book about our first Halloween way back as freshmen.  As usual, I need to promote it, but I certainly don't endorse it. This is the cover. I think I won my battle over them putting my name in lower case letters last time because they used a font that only has capitals.   They used AI and I think Mia i...

  I guess I avoided shopping for fragrance for much longer than the girls would probably have wanted me to. I can't tell you how girly some of these scents make you feel. My scent (which I had no say in) is rose jam.  It's quite strong.  The bath bomb also has glitter on it, but I don't think I got much on me fortunately. As much as wearing a few spritzes of perfume gives you a girly scent, wearing layers of lotion, shower gel, and other toiletries gives you a much more feminine scent and yes, even when I'm in guy mode it can still be very recognizable.

  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...

  The new job is still waitressing, but like I said before the per hour is going to be lower and the tips will be higher. I'm not so thrilled about this arrangement and I'm the only waitress working there who isn't wearing sensible shoes.  People seem nice enough and Mercedes has introduced me to everybody, but I really am nervous about football games and other big crowds.  Of course the biggest that people will find out that I'm not what I appear to be.  I'm sure there will be updates.  There are more birthday pics, but I think Mia posted the most incriminating stuff and I had a feeling people would want to see the new uniform.

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.

  I have a lot of information from the internship that I need to share with you soon.  It's finally over and I actually wound up with a few outfits that I got at work much to the girl's delight.  There was a fashion showcase thing, not a full fledged fashion show, but they always have the interns do some modeling and I will post when I get them from the internship. The work situation is a bit crazy.  At Mom's I made about $11.35 an hour plus tips thanks to a few raises.  That sounds like pretty good money, except I was able to keep the hourly pay to spend as I saw fit and the tips would be used for Kayla.  All those outfits and makeup cost money.  That was about $6000 that were available to spend on Kayla this past year. When I turn 21 in less than a month, I will be getting a new job.  I'll have more details about this, but Mercedes has pretty much put in a word for me and I will get the job.  My pay will drop to $8 an hour but my tips will ...