Another College Blog

  So Mia got her wish and with my Mom's money, I was able to buy a replica of an actual Las Vegas Raiders Raiderette uniform.  It's really embarrassing and it's making me wish for the costume I used to wear for football games as it was more of a high school cheerleader style and this is much sexier.  I also have no love for the Raiders and have to wear it for Bear games which doesn't make a lot of sense. Making things worse, wow did the Bears stink on Sunday.  I hope things improve or I might have to say no thanks, I'll pass on watching the Bears and dressing like a cheerleader.  

  Being home has made things much more challenging.  The girls have insisted that I dressed up at least every 3 days and I'm trying to do my best to do that, but Christmas is way harder than Thanksgiving was. My sisters are around and it's making less chances to dress. I have gone out in public a few times to do shopping, but the problem is that requires me sneaking out and sneaking back in. You can see my forms pretty well in this dress, which is actually my mom's and not my sisters'.  I am finally done with my Christmas shopping and I'm really looking forward to Christmas Ever when we do our big celebration. My mom cooks a tenderloin and we sit around the lights and open our presents. Christmas day we'll eat a nice breakfast, but our big day is really the 24th. I still can't get over how many people read this blog. I hope you're all having a great holiday whatever holiday that is.

  I just did a quick selfie because I had no other pics to share.  I'm back and I'll be posting more, but I promise on all that is holy that I haven't been deliberately neglecting my responsibilities despite what Mia might think . Simply put, we have our big rush until finals and then going home for Christmas and that means I had two different professors who thought that last week was a great week to have papers due.  If you thing Professor Simon was one of them, you'd be right.  Anyway, I've been told a Santa Claus costume is on its way to me.  No, not like a mall Santa. Think Mean Girls.  They're going to make these last few weeks very humiliating. More regular updates are coming. How did we get 1,080 hits on December 2nd? I have no idea where they came from.

  Today was the toughest day yet. It's almost 10:00 and I couldn't even try anything on until the girls went out and I had to hurry up before our parents got back. Unfortunately, it meant I was stick inside tonight. I had a few requests--one was to stuff my bra better and the other was to vary the shoes. Since Kim and I have the same size feet more or less, that wasn't too hard. I forgot the bra stuffing except for the very last picture and I will probably be in trouble for that, but I didn't want to still be posing in outfits when my sister came back. Do any of these work for you? I even tries a skirt.  I'll be going back pretty early tomorrow so I can catch the Bears game though it will probably suck because Fields will miss the game.

  In what's definitely the most embarrassing picture I've taken yet, that is my mom's wedding dress I'm wearing. I hope you're happy girls. I couldn't get it buttoned up completely in the back, but I don't think you can tell from the front. I really thought my mom would have preserved the dress better, but it's definitely wrinkled.  The other picture is one of those dresses that Kim couldn't wear out of the house. Mia had challenged me to wear one.  Now, I'm off to go window shopping. I think I have enough decent dresses in our basement that I at least don't have to buy anymore. 

  I was up very early this morning.  My mom and dad went to visit my grandmother and have breakfast with her before bringing her to our place for Thanksgiving and my sisters were out so late that I figured if I was up bright and early, I'd be fine. Unfortunately, when I went out to our enclosed mudroom where it was about 45 degrees this morning the sound of my heels off the tile floor seemed deafening. I posed for a picture to meet Bec's requirements and came back in and put on my undies for the day.  I'm wearing so many layers I don't think you can see the bra. Mia said I was flat as a pancake and I really hope that's true at Thanksgiving dinner. My grandma will be after me to cut my hair because it makes me "look like a girl". I am so glad she doesn't know about everything else that makes me look like a girl.

  I went down to our basement and found four old dresses from Kim and Holly. They're all very short, so I hope they would be acceptable for the four outfits I'm supposed to bring back to school.  Neither of my sisters were wearing these outfits anymore so I'm not stealing their clothes. I did my best to do my own makeup and hair and I think I did a good job for somebody who has as much trouble with eye shadow as I do.   I had a question about my sisters.  Kim is 20 and a junior at the University of Wisconsin and Holly is an 18 year old high school senior who is seriously thinking of DuPont.  I'm really trying to talk her out of that idea. I don't want to make them sound horrible because they're definitely not, but they really would never let me live this down.  I was able to get my makeup off and back into my guy clothes, but then posting this was tough. Geez, the lingerie party when I get back is scaring me. The girls have a way of making the most in...

As the weather gets colder, a girl has to take care to keep her legs warm.  If you're like me, that means pantyhose become everyday wear.  Pantyhose have become anachronistic for most women to be worn at weddings and job interviews if at all, but if you are going to wear them, there is a right way and a wrong way.  The picture of me above is definitely the wrong way to do it. 1. Take a comfortable seat 2.  While sitting, hold your tights at the waist and gently gather each leg with your thumbs until you’re at the toe of your tights. Next, gently slide your foot into the tights one foot at a time. Pull your tights up, while still keeping your thumbs inside to avoid snagging. 3.  Stand up and continue to gently pull of your tights until the waistband is in its proper position. Now you can make necessary adjustments by gently pulling the fabric into place. Your tights should be snug, but not uncomfortable. If your tights feel twisted, your best bet is to remove the...

  Even though I'm posting as much as she is and more than Becs, Mia is insisting that I update my blog more frequently (at least 3 times per week).  I explained to her that I don't have all that much to say and that I will just get in trouble for complaining about my situation.  She told me that she would help.  Unfortunately, her help came in the form of this quiz I had to take.   Are you a Tomboy or Girly Girl?   It shouldn't come as a surprise to anybody that I came out as a girly girl, but that is because the quiz was rigged. There weren't many questions and though I put down that a big honkin' cheeseburger was my choice of lunch, a dress and heels have become my go to outfit, but not by my choice.  It naturally takes me longer in the bathroom and the girls have been yanking me out to parties most every weekend. It's so ridiculous.

  The girls have declared I have taken my best cheerleading picture yet.  I can't believe I have to dress like this before every single Bears game.  As you can see in the background, the girls have done some redecorating to our room.  I'm sure you'll get a whole photo spread.  It's so girly!! I'm kind of pissed at David, who agreed to it, if they didn't make it over the top.  Well, now he has a Girl Power poster right over his bed. Have fun explaining that to any girls you bring home.  My side is even worse. They actually tied me up so that I couldn't interfere and I had to sit there and watch them redo our room.  Mia has gotten as good at tied as Allison or Ashleigh. They actually brought rope with just in case I wasn't cooperative.  They also made me and David go out as a couple this weekend.  David hasn't even had to wear a pair of panties, and they have him totally under their thumbs too. I think I stand up to them more than they do....

Hey everybody, I am pretty sure that Kayla wouldn't want to share the amazing slideshow that our friend Paige made of Halloween pictures, so I'm taking the liberty of putting it on her blog myself.  Paige also made a rather Dashing Pugsly. If you couldn't tell, and I hope you couldn't, I'm Lurch. Becs

  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.

  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.

  If you have been following Bec's blog, you know that they went to work on my eyebrows. Yeah, I fought them but they tied me to a chair. To their credit, as I was sitting in the chair I thought they were going to do me way worse then they did. It does look different. When my roommate saw me afterwards, he immediately knew that something was different, but he couldn't say what. They're not pencil thin arches as you can see, but they are definitely less masculine.  Do you think they make as big a difference as I do?

  I really don't know how I feel about having about owning my own dresses, bras, heels, makeup, you name it.  As soon as we got home both days, they had me model my new outfits so they obviously know what I look like in them, but they still insisted on me sending out photographic proof that I spent at least some time in my new clothes every afternoon. It's pretty embarrassing to be lounging around in my dress when Dave walks in. He thinks the girls are insane, but he doesn't want to piss them off so he doesn't say anything, but I know he must think I'm a total sissy. I'm getting better at doing my makeup and I don't know how I feel about that.

  For some reason, Kayla seemed shy about talking about her shopping adventures. I'm sure I can convince her to post all about them next week. In the meantime, here's a video by Paige of Kayla's big weekend. I hope this didn't confuse you too much.  After we began turning Kevin into Kayla, I was made an administrator on his blog.  I can easily see which of us made posts, but I didn't realize you couldn't.  Obviously, this post is by me -- Becs

  I have been dying for the NFL to start, but in order to watch the Bears game today, I had to agree to shave my legs, let them do my nails and makeup for the day, post a selfie of me smiling and wearing Ashleigh's old cheerleader uniform. I could complain, but I wanted to see this game enough to do it. The only thing that's driving me crazy is Dave and I are watching in the room and he keeps looking over at me like I'm crazy.