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  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.

  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 ...

  These aren't new pics as toy can tell by my heavy sweater, but they're new to you.  Just a few pictures of me at my internship.  It's going to be over very soon, which means that there will be more hours in my day and more blog updates. I may have a surprise for you that I'm mortified by and the girls are delighted by, but until I find out if it's going to happen or not I don't want to talk about it.  Mia is talking about changing my hair color again, which I really don't want.  I'm hoping that maybe I can negotiate with her into allowing me to change the style instead of the color.  They don't always play fair.  When I went blonde, they kept it going way too long.

I just realized how long it's been since I posted.  As you might imagine, it's the extreme workload this semester with the internship.  In fact, even though this is spring break, I'm not only working at Mom's but the internships do not follow spring break.  In fact, I'm working more hours. I give Mia and the other girls credit, they've been hinting lately that I better get this blog updated but they've at least been a bit understanding about the internship. I have an awful lot of pics that were taken of me or selfies that I have not posted.  I'll try and get some of the good ones posted.   What do you think?  Do my pictures look better with a model pout or with a big silly grin?

  Yes, the girls did set me up for Valentines Day.  I was not expecting it and thought I dodged a bullet because of how swamped I've been.  The date went fine and yes there was kissing, but nothing more than that. The romantic restaurant really was embarrassing, but the guy seemed nice and I just had to wonder why you have a first date at a romantic restaurant on Valentines Day.  I might not have the best game in the world, but even I know better than that. The internship is going and that's a big part of why I haven't updated.  Yeah, presenting as female in this setting is a huge challenge, but seriously it's just a lot of work in addition to a full-time class load. I just learned that a lot of students reduce their courses when they have the internship.  I'm basically doing light office work, but I am learning a lot and while it's fashion, the marketing knowledge does transfer to other stuff.  Expect a much longer posting about my internship soon.

I don't have any idea how this will work, but I am going to be doing my internship as a woman. I'm not even sure how they can do it.  I understand that I have my new feminine ID, but my social security number is under Kevin not Kayla. This is one of the outfits for my internship, but they all are kind of similar though with slightly different detail and a range of colors.  I never thought this could happen and I don't know how I can present myself to all my coworkers as a female.  I am now going to be attending more classes in girl mode than in guy mode.  I'm still stunned.

  So, we're back on campus and it's freezing.  Classes start Thursday in DuPont's weird way of doing things where they like to do half-weeks.  However, I got a new ID thanks to a friend of Becs who works in the registrar's department. Now, Is till have my Kevin ID, but I think this is part of the plan the girls have for my internship.  This isn't good. I don't even know if I'll be attending that class as Kevin or Kayla.  It's freezing her and wearing skirts isn't helping.

 I'm sorry that it's been so long since I have posted, I'm not actually even in any trouble for it.  I had a chance at straight A's this quarter and my grades the first two years weren't exactly stellar.  I blame it on the major changes that I went through, but the girls have other reasons.  Anyway, I went out shopping today with my sisters and my mom decided to come along which meant that I didn't have go as Kayla, but that didn't mean my sisters were going to let me shop for what I wanted to.  Here I am with about 1,000 women buying shoes as part of a big post-Christmas sale. I have an internship next semester and I've already had to work on finding a placement.  Unfortunately, Mia and the gang think I'll be doing some sort of fashion design internship as Kayla.  This is a strictly Kevin class because there is no way, I would be able to do the paperwork to take this class as a girl and also that would be too difficult an environment to pass in. ...