B: I really, really want to order your Beauty School CD Miss Teresa, but I cant risk having it sent to my house! I am so afraid of my wife finding out! I only go to your website when she's not home, and then I clear all the history! Now she's been asking me why I'm doing this! I have to have it-its my complete fantasy! What can I do?
: GET A GRIP! What are ya, a sissy? Oh yea. How old are ya kid?
B: I'll be 47 next month.
: Listen kid, I have a plan. Now shut up and pay attention. First of all its a download, not an actual CD that would be sent to your house. I send it to your email, see?
B: Oh, I didn't realize that. But my wife!
: SHUDDUP!
Now the first thing ya wanna do is download Firefox. You can have it clear your history every time you sign off, it even asks ya?
B: But...
: SHUDDUP!
Now you're gonna get an email in another name see? They're all free, just pick a name and remember it. If ya want, ya can write the name and password in a book that nobody reads, get it?
B: Yes Miss Teresa.
: You can use a credit card, or if you're still yeller, an e-check. No traces. Then I send the file to this email that nobody knows about, see?
B: Wow you're really good at this.
: Yea, I been around.
B: But what about downloading and saving the file? How can I hide it?
: Here's what you're gonna do. Ya download it when no ones around, and save it in a folder. Ya name the folder like another one, but add a letter. Then you put that folder in a different folder that never gets used, see?
B: But what if she finds it and listens?
: Ok, lets play it safe. Ya burn it onto a blank CD and stash it somewhere. Drive out to the dessert, get comfy and play it in your car.
B: Not bad, you're very sneaky.
: Thanks kid, but I'm only helpin ya cause this stuff is harmless. So ya like to wear panties and prance around like Cinderella? Who gives a flyin rats ass?
B: My wife actually.
: YER A SISSY! Oh yea, that's what this is about huh? Well, there ya go kid. Now ya can have a party in your pants. Play some pocket pool, adjust the antenna, baste the ham, badger the witness, buff the banana, cuff the carrot, flog the dolphin, milk the moose, oil the glove, rope the pony, yank the yo-yo, knock yourself out.
Just one more thing. Yer not gonna do anything illegal are ya? Anything strange or sick?
B: Oh Lord no Miss Teresa, I just want to wear pretty things and act like a beautiful girl.
: That's what I figured. This conversation never took place, ya hear? Now go grow a pair.
B: Thank you Miss Teresa, but I don't want to grow a pair because...
Disclaimer: I do not normally talk like this. I am in no way encouraging anyone to do anything illegal or immoral. Its just that in my experience many crossdressers do not want their friends and family discovering their little fetish. Right Mr. Madoff?
Life is so good! Each day is a fresh experience. A new dress, maybe new shoes, seeing if this goes with that . A feeling of anticipation of new girl friends. Thanks to all that have viewed my profile, and a special thank you to all that have become my friends. I look forward to tomorrow, to a new life. Sincerely, Jackie
I have new roomates, but I am still not in a place where I can dress. Anyway, I have been putting my life back together, and in a few weeks, I might have some time to be Lacy! :-)
L: I read your post about your first boyfriend and was really touched, that was beautiful! I was wondering if your ex husband used to cross dress, and did you help him explore his fetish? I can't imagine why he would possibly leave you Miss Teresa.
: First of all, I left him!
When I thought about your question I started to laugh, but it really was very far from a funny situation. The answer is no-never-not in a million years.
When I first started dating, I would look for a person who was honest with himself and with others. Someone who wasn't caught up in trying to be a tough guy, or a player, or something he thought he should be, either because of his upbringing or society. At the same time I was fighting my attraction to women because I felt that that it wasn't the way I should be. So it was wrong from the beginning.
I ended up doing what a lot of confused people do, and chose someone that was actually the opposite of what I was really looking for and needed. My ex husband is an former marine, a body builder, and a scumbag. O0ps, I told myself I wasn't going to go there, but the hell with it. Yes, it was my fault for marrying someone that I knew wasn't right for me in so many ways, but as time went by I saw sides of him that I never could have imagined.
I think I was attracted to my first boyfriend because he was a wonderful person. Caring, considerate, loyal, and he just happened to like to crossdress. That was his fetish, and at the time I thought it was, lets say-unusual. But that wasn't who he was. He wasn't just a man in women's clothes. He was my friend and lover and confidant. Looking back on those days I realize that he taught me the most valuable thing that anyone ever has. That a person is more than the sum of their parts. A person is not only their body, job, career, car, and all the other things we associate someone with, but a complete human being, made up of emotions, feelings, and attitudes towards other people and the world.
Now that I'm divorced and live with my girlfriend, I see how true this is every day. I love someone for who they are and not what they are. Sure, she's incredibly attractive, smart, wealthy, and an animal in bed, but that's just a coincidence. (Isn't is honey?)
This one is about a particular tax. I have current issues with a much more serious tax problem. I am going to leave the IRS out of this commentary.
Today’s thoughts are on the new added tax the state of Connecticut has applied to the purchase of a pack of cigarettes. The total they take is $3.00 per pack. The Federal Government adds $1.01 per pack The total cost is probably at an average of just under eight bucks a pack. Four dollars per pack tax on a product that probably costs less than a dollar to produce and get to market.
The elected politicians around here use cigarettes as the very first service/product to tax. I can understand that they feel that smokers are total idiots for using the things in the first place and probably stupid enough to work extra hours to afford their addiction. Junkies steal more for a more costly fix. I bet the theft of cigarettes statistic increases by 33% in conjunction with the increase of the tax percentage. Junkies can get more for them now. The black market has to be great. Illegal online purchasing of cigarettes will probably increase too. Not sure what sort of fine or prison term one can acquire with such a guilty plea, but I bet it isn’t very reasonable.
I am currently a smoker. A disgruntled smoker. Quitting is probably a really good idea for me as far as my health is concerned. If getting more people to quit was a goal for the state government, they will be able to say they succeeded with me. I bought two cartons the day before the tax increased and that is the end of it. If their intention was more to get more money out of me (what I believe was the foremost objective), they loose.
I figure I can take the tree hundred dollars a month I won’t be spending on smokes and save it for paying off taxes I will need to pay on April 15, next year. I am assuming that my federal taxes are going to increase considerably due to the fact that I am self-employed and good enough to have, perhaps, made a bit too much money for the first time in a bunch of years. Federal spending is at record highs using trillion dollar debt and budget numbers has to come from somewhere.
Withdrawl symptoms are going to be interesting. I have attempted the big quit several times. I usually develop an attitude problem. I need to find a bumper sticker that says “Pardon the middle finger, I just quit smoking”. Road rage will be on the increase. My apologies to those I attack until the need it out of my system.
I do have a box of nicotine gum available in case of emergency.
I’ve needed some repairs and painting done in a bedroom for a long time and decided to get some estimates. I had a water leak in the ceiling, and there was a hole there since it was fixed a month ago. Several professional painters came in and they all wanted $700 or more to do the job. I decided to ask my friends if they knew someone who might do it for less.
One of my friends told me about Jim, a young guy going to college, who also has a painting business on the side. She told me that he immediately came to mind, because being best friends with his sister, she knew he was also a crossdresser. I suggested she give him my phone number and website and ask him to call if he was interested in a possible barter. Less than an hour later the phone rang. The conversation went something like this:
“Hi, Miss Bowers?” “This is she” “This is Jim from Paragon Painting, Susan told me you need some work done” “I do indeed Jim. Would you like to come over and discuss it?” “Sure, by the way I love your website. I don’t know if she mentioned it but, uh, I, uh, maybe we can work something out” “Absolutely, I’m sure we could. When can you come over to take a look?” “How about tonight around 7:00?” “Perfect, see ya then”
I discussed it with my girlfriend and made sure she was there to help me decide if this was a good idea. 7:00 sharp his van pulled up.
“Wow-he’s cute isn’t he? And besides a having a recommendation, we know his address and everything! This will be fun”
“Lets meet him first OK? You’re too trusting sometimes Teresa”.
“That’s why you’re here Ashley. I’ll let him in”
Hi, Miss Bowers? I’m Jim”
“Come in Jim, and you can call me Teresa. I want you to meet my friend Ashley”
“Hello Ashley, nice to meet you. Wow, Susan didn’t tell me that you ladies were Gorgeous!”
“Flattery will get you everywhere sweetheart, walk this way”
“I’ll pass on the Groucho Marx line”
“No don’t. I want to know all about you! I was hoping we could work out some kind of arrangement rather than cash for the job. Let me show you the room and then we’ll talk. Its right here. I need that hole patched, then the ceiling painted. And since the whole room will be covered, I thought we might as well paint the whole thing”.
“I’ll do it!”
“You’ll do what?”
“I’ll do the job for you, let me go get you some color charts”
“But we haven’t talked about the price? Sit down on the bed and tell me about yourself”
“Well, I’m going to school for art, and”
“Not that stuff silly, Do you like to wear girls clothes Jim?”
“Uh, can you get me some water or something please?”
“Sure, go get those charts and we’ll go over all the details”
“So, will he paint the ceiling?”
“I have a feeling I can get him to paint the whole house, but I don’t feel like moving everything. I want to do it, what do you think?”
“He does seem harmless. What does he want exactly?”
“I’ll let you know, probably just the usual dressing up and help with his makeup. Its got to be worth it to get all that finally finished right? Here he comes, you look over the color charts while we talk.
Give that stuff to Ashley, I want to ask you a few more questions in private, OK? Walk this way”
“I wish I could walk that way!”
“That’s what we’re going to talk about. Here’s your water, just relax and be honest with me. How long have you been dressing up as a girl?”
“OK Teresa, I’ve never really told anyone about this but I want to. I think I can trust you. I’ve been dressing up since I was about 7 or 8. I used to wear my sisters clothes all the time. I just loved it for some reason. It was all I could think about!
As I got older I started wearing my Mom’s stuff too. Everything! I knew it was crazy but I just couldn’t stop! Panties, bras, nightgowns, stockings, skirts, blouses, dresses, even her heels! They never actually caught me but I’m sure they knew. As I got older, I started fantasizing about having someone dress me up. Usually against my will! Is that crazy or what?”
“Darling, you’ve been to my website, and heard my stories right? I have heard this before you know. Please, go on”
“I want to be dressed up completely! I want to shave all my body hair, be put into silky lingerie, have my hair done, full makeup, my nails painted, be forced to wear stockings and a garter belt and heels. Then, I want to be teased, and made to talk and walk like a girl. Maybe in front of your friends! Then I want pictures taken of me in all kinds of sexy poses! In different outfits! I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life Teresa, I want it so badly but I’m afraid of actually doing it!”
“Two coats on the ceiling and walls?”
“What, do you mean, you’ll do it? All of that, even the pictures?”
“I’ll even put them on a CD for you to take home. When can you start?”
“Oh my God-I-now! Tomorrow! Whenever you want! Oh my God!
“Easy now girl, finish your water. We’ll call you with a color, and you can start Monday. Finish the job, help me put everything back, and I’ll spend the next day making you into Jamie. How does that sound?”
“Like Heaven Teresa-just like Heaven!”
“Run along now Jamie and we’ll see you around 9:00, is that good for you?’
I don't normally write journal entries. I'm at a serious crossroads in my life. I'm seriously planning to transition much further. Breast augmentation, FFS, hormones, etc. I want to go to everything but SRS.
I spend all the time dreaming of transitioning further. A couple of major events in my life have changed allowing to me to do this now. I have had a very sucessful career as a man, but at a stage I am wanting to start over as a woman, even if it means giving up quite a bit.
Although I've dressed and wanted to be a girl since age 5 like the rest of us. I don't have this awful feeling as a woman trapped in a man's body. I want to become a "woman" to feel the sexual attraction of men wanting a girl. Yes, I know the term autogynophilia.
Is it wrong to want to transition because that is what drives me? Many seem to say Shemale is a derogatory word maybe because of the sex industry. For me, that is my desire (fetish?). I want to be one of those TS girls advertising her services.
Am I too old? I am concerned I won't look realistic / passable enough and should stayed in a mans body and dressed as a girl sometimes but not as seriously.
If I do breast augmentation, FFS, hormones, is it just the logical progression to SRS? Am I kidding myself I could/should go that far but not fully?
I realize I am being blunt and direct. I know a lot of girls have discussed these same things internally.
I would really advice from girls who have asked themselves these questions and have lived it.
My new friend Tiffany asked me a question today-how could a real woman enjoy feminizing men? Rather than write her directly and explain, I wanted to share this with anyone who might also be curious.
I am a makeup artist and model which means I love fashion, clothing of all kinds, accessories, and makeup. I am also bisexual which means I no longer had to deal with a typical Female/Male relationship (I did eventually get married and it was a tremendous mistake).
I began helping cross dressers with their clothing and makeup early in my modeling career and I realized that I loved the feeling of power, since basically, finding someone who would not only accept them but help make them pretty was a dream come true. Later on, I had a friend that needed a place to stay and I thought he would be the perfect roommate. As it turned out that was the understatement of the year! Michael and I had been friends for a long time. Once he moved in we began to go to movies, dinner, and just hang out almost as if we were dating. One night (this was when I was drinking) we talked about the possibility of becoming closer and I drunkenly blurted out “Actually Michael, the only way I’d have sex with you is if your wore a cute outfit, makeup, and perfume”. He started stuttering, something I’d never heard him do before, and I made us another drink. He explained, with great difficulty, that that was his dream! And sex didn’t even have to be part of it! Over the next three months that he lived there we explored every fantasy he’d ever had of cross dressing, forced feminization, and humiliation.
We agreed that we would have a normal relationship during the day until I decided otherwise. When I wanted to play I would say “Oh Michelle” in a teasing, sing-song way and that was his cue. He would answer in a soft, feminine voice and do anything I asked. First I would play with him at home. I liked to make him look like a slut and would always do his makeup myself rather than teach him. The excitement in his face as I made him blot his freshly painted lips was a tremendous turn on for me. I was now in control of another person completely. I could make him cum just by choosing the right word, phrase, or tone of voice. Sex was fantastic for me as I used him like a toy. He also was very, very good at eating pussy which was a big plus. Next came shopping trips complete with him becoming “Michelle” at the store much to the girls amusement. Then the beauty salon, which was a huge fantasy of his. I had arraigned a complete makeover during Halloween week and once he was in the chair made “Michelle” confess that he wanted to be a pretty girl, and that this had nothing to do with Halloween. Public humiliation, lingerie shows for my friends, loaning him out as a maid to neighbors, chastity devices, and strap-ons became our normal routine until finally he got another job in a different state and had to decide whether or not to take it. I told him I thought he should since by this time I met a woman that I wanted to spend my time with.
Michael did leave that month and we had a three way with him completely dressed as a farewell celebration. That feeling of power has never left me, and even though I now have sex with women exclusively, I get the same thrill every time I hold up a pair of panties and see them swoon with anticipation knowing that its up to me whether their lifelong dreams and fantasies will cum true this time.
It's labor day, and I rented a hotel room for tonight & Tuesday so I don't have to deal with my asshole roomate. I am looking for a new place to live. I should have never told him about Lacy because he has been making my life miserable since. It got so bad that I decided that it would be better if I rented a room for the next two nights. At least I will be able to dress and hopefully relax before my first classes begin on Thursday. These last few months have been very stressful period because I am also trying to study for my LSAT and apply to law school.
I'm planning to attend my first meeting of the James River Transgender Society later this week. Lately I've been having some regrets about my decision when younger to not pursue fulltime femininity. The chances of it happening now are probably even less likely, but I know I must address the issue and face it head on. I think there will be people who've faced the same issues to talk it over with, and resources that may be of use. I am transgendered and know I was born into the wrong sex, but I have long ago accepted and embraced who and what I am. Now I've reached a point where I need to plan which path to take w/ it.
first time out the door last Saturday very nice girl Staci just met on the internet but she seemed so nice invited me to a “play party” and out to a TG friendly bar
Life is so funny she told me what motel they d are staying at so I got a room there early and later they got their room across the street at a different place. Was that ironic.
As Im trying to figure out what to do about meeting up with them get an emergency call from a customer got to run put franniieon hold didn’t get back until after 10 PM sucks in a bad way lol
any way get all dressed call Staci and she talks me into coming out to the bar around the corner so black mini skirt red top and F-me pumps from the motel door to the car maybe ten steps but seemed much longer the sound of my high heels on the pavement a slight breeze reminding me how short my skirt was. Slide into the car buckle up the belt skirt hikes up can see the lace top of my stockings and I secretly hope the Spanish guys that were drinking on the balcony above my room were still there but they weren’t.
Light a smoke and off we go.
The bar was closer than I thought and I’m there is less than 5 minutes I wish I had written down the name and directions to the place as I park and the panic set in that I could be in the wrong place.
I get out of the car and start walking to the door as I get close someone says “good evening” and I say “ hope I’m in the right place ”a nice man holds the door for me and says “yes honey your in the right place” \
Staci sees me greets me warmly introduces me around nice people polite complimentary, so exciting out of no where is seems my angel appears I don’t say anything just kiss her on the cheek a little hug I think making sure that I wasn t dreaming that she was real I loved the way she smells her voice gosh her smile and the smile in her eyes.
Every one was really nice and in a very short time I was totally comfortable chatting away like the rest of the girls
I had a bit too much sambucca back at the room before I left building up the courage to get out the door. Which caught up to me after being at the bar for bit? Things got a little fuzzy
I do remember Staci behind me rubbing on me and remember reaching back and letting her know I liked it. I felt a bit disappointed when moved and took a seat at the bar but I guess I cant blame her every time my angel got close I lost all concentration.
Rubbing your ass must be the way some says "hi I like you" in these places.
There was this guy with gg girl friend seemed to know a lot of the gurls I remember talking to them and he started rubbing my ass I let out a sigh as his busy digits began hitting all the right spots and I remember looking is girl friend right in the face as I pressed back against his busy little hand and she had some type of wild excitement in her eyes.
These two told me they were engaged, getting married and being told that I was confusedwhy she put up with him I think this guy had played with every ass in the room but her eyes explained it all they were looking for a little extra meat for their sandwich.
She had a beautiful face and the ass rubbing was making me weak in the knees but I sat down quickly trying to regain my composure my angle was standing next to me the whole time and I remember holding on to her as my butt rub was going on. Weird vibe those two. thank goodness angel was there to hold on to
All went by to fast ,time to go back to the room Staci and friends wanted a "play party" but I was a little nervous about that so talk my angel into a quick visit to my room for more sambucca (ouch my head the next day) any way back at the room I melted into her arms and the rest is history as they say we never made it back to the party.
I don’t kiss and tell and wont relate graphic details on sexual experiences cheapens things some how,
Maybe I’m not a typical “gurl” because I’m not really into casual sex; there is nothing casual about it for me.
My angel took me places I had only dreamed of and the reality was far greater better more erotic than the dreams and fantasies.
My inexperienced showed but she was very patient with me ,kind and loving
Some day I hope to be with her again and bring her some where she’s never been before or where ever she wants to go for that matter.
If she wears that leather romper she’ll have to tie me up and spank me lol
When I was about 10, I discovered a detective magazine at one of our friend's house. The kind that has pictures of damsels in distress with the underwear showing. I took it home and hid it in my room.
They were fascinating to me, but a little confusing. It was like something was missing, but I was to young and inexperienced to realize it. Despite the provocative pictures and stories, they had nothing about actual sex in them.
My parents were out of town and I got caught looking at it by our babysitter, a neighbor girl. I was about 10, she was about 15. She started having me come over to her place. She'd dress up in her mother's clothes and I would (try) to tie her up. We only did it a few times before her mom got suspicious about the messed up clothes and we had to stop.
Then when I learned about sex (on the streets, as all boys should),That filled in the missing link. It didn't make things any better, in fact it kind of made things worse. But at least I finally understood the big picture.
Go Ask Teresa-FEAR!
Teresa Bowers November 15th, 2009 6:18 am MSTB: I really, really want to order your Beauty School CD Miss Teresa, but I cant risk having it sent to my house! I am so afraid of my wife finding out! I only go to your website when she's not home, and then I clear all the history! Now she's been asking me why I'm doing this! I have to have it-its my complete fantasy! What can I do?
B: I'll be 47 next month.
B: Oh, I didn't realize that. But my wife!
Now the first thing ya wanna do is download Firefox. You can have it clear your history every time you sign off, it even asks ya?
B: But...
Now you're gonna get an email in another name see? They're all free, just pick a name and remember it. If ya want, ya can write the name and password in a book that nobody reads, get it?
B: Yes Miss Teresa.
B: Wow you're really good at this.
B: But what about downloading and saving the file? How can I hide it?
B: But what if she finds it and listens?
B: Not bad, you're very sneaky.
B: My wife actually.
Just one more thing. Yer not gonna do anything illegal are ya? Anything strange or sick?
B: Oh Lord no Miss Teresa, I just want to wear pretty things and act like a beautiful girl.
B: Thank you Miss Teresa, but I don't want to grow a pair because...
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Disclaimer: I do not normally talk like this. I am in no way encouraging anyone to do anything illegal or immoral. Its just that in my experience many crossdressers do not want their friends and family discovering their little fetish. Right Mr. Madoff?
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Jackie Lee November 14th, 2009 10:03 pm MSTLife is so good! Each day is a fresh experience. A new dress, maybe new shoes, seeing if this goes with that . A feeling of anticipation of new girl friends. Thanks to all that have viewed my profile, and a special thank you to all that have become my friends. I look forward to tomorrow, to a new life. Sincerely, Jackie
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Lacy Inheels November 6th, 2009 5:44 pm MSTI have new roomates, but I am still not in a place where I can dress. Anyway, I have been putting my life back together, and in a few weeks, I might have some time to be Lacy! :-)
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Teresa Bowers November 1st, 2009 1:10 pm MSTI've just added a new 30 minute audio about a special experiment that changes Jims life forever!
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Teresa Bowers October 8th, 2009 3:31 pm MDTMy Ex
L: I read your post about your first boyfriend and was really touched, that was beautiful! I was wondering if your ex husband used to cross dress, and did you help him explore his fetish? I can't imagine why he would possibly leave you Miss Teresa.
When I thought about your question I started to laugh, but it really was very far from a funny situation. The answer is no-never-not in a million years.
When I first started dating, I would look for a person who was honest with himself and with others. Someone who wasn't caught up in trying to be a tough guy, or a player, or something he thought he should be, either because of his upbringing or society. At the same time I was fighting my attraction to women because I felt that that it wasn't the way I should be. So it was wrong from the beginning.
I ended up doing what a lot of confused people do, and chose someone that was actually the opposite of what I was really looking for and needed. My ex husband is an former marine, a body builder, and a scumbag. O0ps, I told myself I wasn't going to go there, but the hell with it. Yes, it was my fault for marrying someone that I knew wasn't right for me in so many ways, but as time went by I saw sides of him that I never could have imagined.
I think I was attracted to my first boyfriend because he was a wonderful person. Caring, considerate, loyal, and he just happened to like to crossdress. That was his fetish, and at the time I thought it was, lets say-unusual. But that wasn't who he was. He wasn't just a man in women's clothes. He was my friend and lover and confidant. Looking back on those days I realize that he taught me the most valuable thing that anyone ever has. That a person is more than the sum of their parts. A person is not only their body, job, career, car, and all the other things we associate someone with, but a complete human being, made up of emotions, feelings, and attitudes towards other people and the world.
Now that I'm divorced and live with my girlfriend, I see how true this is every day. I love someone for who they are and not what they are. Sure, she's incredibly attractive, smart, wealthy, and an animal in bed, but that's just a coincidence. (Isn't is honey?)
Dress my ex? Surely you jest!
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Tax stress
Rachelle Dubois October 4th, 2009 4:32 pm MDTThis one is about a particular tax. I have current issues with a much more serious tax problem. I am going to leave the IRS out of this commentary.
Today’s thoughts are on the new added tax the state of Connecticut has applied to the purchase of a pack of cigarettes. The total they take is $3.00 per pack. The Federal Government adds $1.01 per pack The total cost is probably at an average of just under eight bucks a pack. Four dollars per pack tax on a product that probably costs less than a dollar to produce and get to market.
The elected politicians around here use cigarettes as the very first service/product to tax. I can understand that they feel that smokers are total idiots for using the things in the first place and probably stupid enough to work extra hours to afford their addiction. Junkies steal more for a more costly fix. I bet the theft of cigarettes statistic increases by 33% in conjunction with the increase of the tax percentage. Junkies can get more for them now. The black market has to be great. Illegal online purchasing of cigarettes will probably increase too. Not sure what sort of fine or prison term one can acquire with such a guilty plea, but I bet it isn’t very reasonable.
I am currently a smoker. A disgruntled smoker. Quitting is probably a really good idea for me as far as my health is concerned. If getting more people to quit was a goal for the state government, they will be able to say they succeeded with me. I bought two cartons the day before the tax increased and that is the end of it. If their intention was more to get more money out of me (what I believe was the foremost objective), they loose.
I figure I can take the tree hundred dollars a month I won’t be spending on smokes and save it for paying off taxes I will need to pay on April 15, next year. I am assuming that my federal taxes are going to increase considerably due to the fact that I am self-employed and good enough to have, perhaps, made a bit too much money for the first time in a bunch of years. Federal spending is at record highs using trillion dollar debt and budget numbers has to come from somewhere.
Withdrawl symptoms are going to be interesting. I have attempted the big quit several times. I usually develop an attitude problem. I need to find a bumper sticker that says “Pardon the middle finger, I just quit smoking”. Road rage will be on the increase. My apologies to those I attack until the need it out of my system.
I do have a box of nicotine gum available in case of emergency.
Just thinking about it stresses me out.
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Go Ask Teresa
Teresa Bowers September 18th, 2009 6:47 pm MDTI’ve decided to help you girls with any issues you might be having. Mental anguish, guilt, fetishes, shopping tips, whatever. Just ask!
Feel free to contact me anytime, and just like Jeopardy, it must be in the form of a question. NO real names will be used.
Click on the Picture to see my new column-Go Ask Teresa!
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Working It!
Teresa Bowers September 13th, 2009 7:48 pm MDTI’ve needed some repairs and painting done in a bedroom for a long time and decided to get some estimates. I had a water leak in the ceiling, and there was a hole there since it was fixed a month ago. Several professional painters came in and they all wanted $700 or more to do the job. I decided to ask my friends if they knew someone who might do it for less.
One of my friends told me about Jim, a young guy going to college, who also has a painting business on the side. She told me that he immediately came to mind, because being best friends with his sister, she knew he was also a crossdresser. I suggested she give him my phone number and website and ask him to call if he was interested in a possible barter. Less than an hour later the phone rang. The conversation went something like this:
“Hi, Miss Bowers?”
“This is she”
“This is Jim from Paragon Painting, Susan told me you need some work done”
“I do indeed Jim. Would you like to come over and discuss it?”
“Sure, by the way I love your website. I don’t know if she mentioned it but, uh, I, uh, maybe we can work something out”
“Absolutely, I’m sure we could. When can you come over to take a look?”
“How about tonight around 7:00?”
“Perfect, see ya then”
I discussed it with my girlfriend and made sure she was there to help me decide if this was a good idea. 7:00 sharp his van pulled up.
“Lets meet him first OK? You’re too trusting sometimes Teresa”.
“That’s why you’re here Ashley. I’ll let him in”
Hi, Miss Bowers? I’m Jim”
“Come in Jim, and you can call me Teresa. I want you to meet my friend Ashley”
“Hello Ashley, nice to meet you. Wow, Susan didn’t tell me that you ladies were Gorgeous!”
“Flattery will get you everywhere sweetheart, walk this way”
“I’ll pass on the Groucho Marx line”
“No don’t. I want to know all about you! I was hoping we could work out some kind of arrangement rather than cash for the job. Let me show you the room and then we’ll talk. Its right here.
I need that hole patched, then the ceiling painted. And since the whole room will be covered, I thought we might as well paint the whole thing”.
“I’ll do it!”
“You’ll do what?”
“I’ll do the job for you, let me go get you some color charts”
“But we haven’t talked about the price? Sit down on the bed and tell me about yourself”
“Well, I’m going to school for art, and”
“Not that stuff silly, Do you like to wear girls clothes Jim?”
“Uh, can you get me some water or something please?”
“Sure, go get those charts and we’ll go over all the details”
“So, will he paint the ceiling?”
“I have a feeling I can get him to paint the whole house, but I don’t feel like moving everything. I want to do it, what do you think?”
“He does seem harmless. What does he want exactly?”
“I’ll let you know, probably just the usual dressing up and help with his makeup. Its got to be worth it to get all that finally finished right? Here he comes, you look over the color charts while we talk.
Give that stuff to Ashley, I want to ask you a few more questions in private, OK? Walk this way”
“I wish I could walk that way!”
“That’s what we’re going to talk about. Here’s your water, just relax and be honest with me. How long have you been dressing up as a girl?”
“OK Teresa, I’ve never really told anyone about this but I want to. I think I can trust you. I’ve been dressing up since I was about 7 or 8. I used to wear my sisters clothes all the time. I just loved it for some reason. It was all I could think about!
As I got older I started wearing my Mom’s stuff too. Everything! I knew it was crazy but I just couldn’t stop! Panties, bras, nightgowns, stockings, skirts, blouses, dresses, even her heels! They never actually caught me but I’m sure they knew. As I got older, I started fantasizing about having someone dress me up. Usually against my will! Is that crazy or what?”
“Darling, you’ve been to my website, and heard my stories right? I have heard this before you know. Please, go on”
“I want to be dressed up completely! I want to shave all my body hair, be put into silky lingerie, have my hair done, full makeup, my nails painted, be forced to wear stockings and a garter belt and heels. Then, I want to be teased, and made to talk and walk like a girl. Maybe in front of your friends! Then I want pictures taken of me in all kinds of sexy poses! In different outfits! I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life Teresa, I want it so badly but I’m afraid of actually doing it!”
“Two coats on the ceiling and walls?”
“What, do you mean, you’ll do it? All of that, even the pictures?”
“I’ll even put them on a CD for you to take home. When can you start?”
“Oh my God-I-now! Tomorrow! Whenever you want! Oh my God!
“Easy now girl, finish your water. We’ll call you with a color, and you can start Monday. Finish the job, help me put everything back, and I’ll spend the next day making you into Jamie. How does that sound?”
“Like Heaven Teresa-just like Heaven!”
“Run along now Jamie and we’ll see you around 9:00, is that good for you?’
“Oh my God! Whenever you want! Oh my God!
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Lexy Alexis Mccloud September 12th, 2009 5:08 pm MDTI realized I spelled it wrong...Duh.
autogynephilia
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At Crossroads
Lexy Alexis Mccloud September 12th, 2009 2:59 pm MDTHi Girls,
I don't normally write journal entries. I'm at a serious crossroads in my life. I'm seriously planning to transition much further. Breast augmentation, FFS, hormones, etc. I want to go to everything but SRS.
I spend all the time dreaming of transitioning further. A couple of major events in my life have changed allowing to me to do this now. I have had a very sucessful career as a man, but at a stage I am wanting to start over as a woman, even if it means giving up quite a bit.
Although I've dressed and wanted to be a girl since age 5 like the rest of us. I don't have this awful feeling as a woman trapped in a man's body. I want to become a "woman" to feel the sexual attraction of men wanting a girl. Yes, I know the term autogynophilia.
Is it wrong to want to transition because that is what drives me? Many seem to say Shemale is a derogatory word maybe because of the sex industry. For me, that is my desire (fetish?). I want to be one of those TS girls advertising her services.
Am I too old? I am concerned I won't look realistic / passable enough and should stayed in a mans body and dressed as a girl sometimes but not as seriously.
If I do breast augmentation, FFS, hormones, is it just the logical progression to SRS? Am I kidding myself I could/should go that far but not fully?
I realize I am being blunt and direct. I know a lot of girls have discussed these same things internally.
I would really advice from girls who have asked themselves these questions and have lived it.
Thanks girls. Lexy
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Lacy Inheels September 11th, 2009 12:21 pm MDTThank you all for your sweet comments. Just today, I found a new place to live, and I couldn't be happier!
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Bedtime Feminization
Teresa Bowers September 11th, 2009 4:06 am MDTI finally got the sound good enough for You Tube.Click on the screenshot to see the original.
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Is She For Real?
Teresa Bowers September 8th, 2009 9:20 pm MDTMy new friend Tiffany asked me a question today-how could a real woman enjoy feminizing men? Rather than write her directly and explain, I wanted to share this with anyone who might also be curious.
I am a makeup artist and model which means I love fashion, clothing of all kinds, accessories, and makeup. I am also bisexual which means I no longer had to deal with a typical Female/Male relationship (I did eventually get married and it was a tremendous mistake).
I began helping cross dressers with their clothing and makeup early in my modeling career and I realized that I loved the feeling of power, since basically, finding someone who would not only accept them but help make them pretty was a dream come true.
Later on, I had a friend that needed a place to stay and I thought he would be the perfect roommate. As it turned out that was the understatement of the year!
Michael and I had been friends for a long time. Once he moved in we began to go to movies, dinner, and just hang out almost as if we were dating. One night (this was when I was drinking) we talked about the possibility of becoming closer and I drunkenly blurted out “Actually Michael, the only way I’d have sex with you is if your wore a cute outfit, makeup, and perfume”.
He started stuttering, something I’d never heard him do before, and I made us another drink. He explained, with great difficulty, that that was his dream! And sex didn’t even have to be part of it!
Over the next three months that he lived there we explored every fantasy he’d ever had of cross dressing, forced feminization, and humiliation.
We agreed that we would have a normal relationship during the day until I decided otherwise. When I wanted to play I would say “Oh Michelle” in a teasing, sing-song way and that was his cue. He would answer in a soft, feminine voice and do anything I asked.
First I would play with him at home. I liked to make him look like a slut and would always do his makeup myself rather than teach him. The excitement in his face as I made him blot his freshly painted lips was a tremendous turn on for me. I was now in control of another person completely. I could make him cum just by choosing the right word, phrase, or tone of voice.
Sex was fantastic for me as I used him like a toy. He also was very, very good at eating pussy which was a big plus.
Next came shopping trips complete with him becoming “Michelle” at the store much to the girls amusement. Then the beauty salon, which was a huge fantasy of his. I had arraigned a complete makeover during Halloween week and once he was in the chair made “Michelle” confess that he wanted to be a pretty girl, and that this had nothing to do with Halloween.
Public humiliation, lingerie shows for my friends, loaning him out as a maid to neighbors, chastity devices, and strap-ons became our normal routine until finally he got another job in a different state and had to decide whether or not to take it.
I told him I thought he should since by this time I met a woman that I wanted to spend my time with.
Michael did leave that month and we had a three way with him completely dressed as a farewell celebration.
That feeling of power has never left me, and even though I now have sex with women exclusively, I get the same thrill every time I hold up a pair of panties and see them swoon with anticipation knowing that its up to me whether their lifelong dreams and fantasies will cum true this time.
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Labor Day 2009
Lacy Inheels September 7th, 2009 3:06 pm MDTIt's labor day, and I rented a hotel room for tonight & Tuesday so I don't have to deal with my asshole roomate. I am looking for a new place to live. I should have never told him about Lacy because he has been making my life miserable since. It got so bad that I decided that it would be better if I rented a room for the next two nights. At least I will be able to dress and hopefully relax before my first classes begin on Thursday. These last few months have been very stressful period because I am also trying to study for my LSAT and apply to law school.
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Ari's news
Arianna Angelique Parker August 31st, 2009 5:32 pm MDTI'm planning to attend my first meeting of the James River Transgender Society later this week. Lately I've been having some regrets about my decision when younger to not pursue fulltime femininity. The chances of it happening now are probably even less likely, but I know I must address the issue and face it head on. I think there will be people who've faced the same issues to talk it over with, and resources that may be of use. I am transgendered and know I was born into the wrong sex, but I have long ago accepted and embraced who and what I am. Now I've reached a point where I need to plan which path to take w/ it.
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a night to remember
Frannie Girlywish August 27th, 2009 8:24 am MDTWell more first for me
first time out the door last Saturday very nice girl Staci just met on the internet but she seemed so nice invited me to a “play party” and out to a TG friendly bar
Life is so funny she told me what motel they d are staying at so I got a room there early and later they got their room across the street at a different place. Was that ironic.
As Im trying to figure out what to do about meeting up with them get an emergency call from a customer got to run put franniie on hold didn’t get back until after 10 PM sucks in a bad way lol
any way get all dressed call Staci and she talks me into coming out to the bar around the corner so black mini skirt red top and F-me pumps from the motel door to the car maybe ten steps but seemed much longer the sound of my high heels on the pavement a slight breeze reminding me how short my skirt was. Slide into the car buckle up the belt skirt hikes up can see the lace top of my stockings and I secretly hope the Spanish guys that were drinking on the balcony above my room were still there but they weren’t.
Light a smoke and off we go.
The bar was closer than I thought and I’m there is less than 5 minutes I wish I had written down the name and directions to the place as I park and the panic set in that I could be in the wrong place.
I get out of the car and start walking to the door as I get close someone says “good evening” and I say “ hope I’m in the right place ”a nice man holds the door for me and says “yes honey your in the right place” \
Staci sees me greets me warmly introduces me around nice people polite complimentary, so exciting out of no where is seems my angel appears I don’t say anything just kiss her on the cheek a little hug I think making sure that I wasn t dreaming that she was real I loved the way she smells her voice gosh her smile and the smile in her eyes.
Every one was really nice and in a very short time I was totally comfortable chatting away like the rest of the girls
I had a bit too much sambucca back at the room before I left building up the courage to get out the door. Which caught up to me after being at the bar for bit? Things got a little fuzzy
I do remember Staci behind me rubbing on me and remember reaching back and letting her know I liked it. I felt a bit disappointed when moved and took a seat at the bar but I guess I cant blame her every time my angel got close I lost all concentration.
Rubbing your ass must be the way some says "hi I like you" in these places.
There was this guy with gg girl friend seemed to know a lot of the gurls I remember talking to them and he started rubbing my ass I let out a sigh as his busy digits began hitting all the right spots and I remember looking is girl friend right in the face as I pressed back against his busy little hand and she had some type of wild excitement in her eyes.
These two told me they were engaged, getting married and being told that I was confused why she put up with him I think this guy had played with every ass in the room but her eyes explained it all they were looking for a little extra meat for their sandwich.
She had a beautiful face and the ass rubbing was making me weak in the knees but I sat down quickly trying to regain my composure my angle was standing next to me the whole time and I remember holding on to her as my butt rub was going on. Weird vibe those two. thank goodness angel was there to hold on to
All went by to fast ,time to go back to the room Staci and friends wanted a "play party" but I was a little nervous about that so talk my angel into a quick visit to my room for more sambucca (ouch my head the next day) any way back at the room I melted into her arms and the rest is history as they say we never made it back to the party.
I don’t kiss and tell and wont relate graphic details on sexual experiences cheapens things some how,
Maybe I’m not a typical “gurl” because I’m not really into casual sex; there is nothing casual about it for me.
My angel took me places I had only dreamed of and the reality was far greater better more erotic than the dreams and fantasies.
My inexperienced showed but she was very patient with me ,kind and loving
Some day I hope to be with her again and bring her some where she’s never been before or where ever she wants to go for that matter.
If she wears that leather romper she’ll have to tie me up and spank me lol
Kisses angel
With all my heart
frannie
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Discovering sex
Shelly Amazon August 26th, 2009 10:32 am MDTWhen I was about 10, I discovered a detective magazine at one of our friend's house. The kind that has pictures of damsels in distress with the underwear showing. I took it home and hid it in my room.
They were fascinating to me, but a little confusing. It was like something was missing, but I was to young and inexperienced to realize it. Despite the provocative pictures and stories, they had nothing about actual sex in them.
My parents were out of town and I got caught looking at it by our babysitter, a neighbor girl. I was about 10, she was about 15. She started having me come over to her place. She'd dress up in her mother's clothes and I would (try) to tie her up. We only did it a few times before her mom got suspicious about the messed up clothes and we had to stop.
Then when I learned about sex (on the streets, as all boys should),That filled in the missing link. It didn't make things any better, in fact it kind of made things worse. But at least I finally understood the big picture.
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