Tales of a Crossdresser: SummerEnd
Tales of a Crossdresser: SummerEnd
Well, it was an interesting two weeks and although this blog was sort of on my gurl mind, I often had the choice of quality gurl-time and setting down and scrawling something out so guess what?
Dressing up won out hands every time!
Come to think of it, I find my gurl mind tis a flittery thing at best. I’ll bet my gurl hair roots are really blonde, not reddish-auburn.
I picked out my hippest, cutest “art thong” and saw an art exposition consisted of artists displaying their work within various businesses in a downtown setting. It was really cool but this one made me stop and laugh….
Reminded me of trying to apply makeup. What I FEEL like anyway…
Not much chance to furl-shop though, these past two weeks. Both time and the lack of coinage were at the root of it. I just never could get the proper time to look over the fall offerings….though I noticed a lot of cute stuff in.
Not to worry though, I’ll be traveling again this fall, winter and spring so I looking for some good gurl shopping to come. By the way, NOW is the time to snatch up deals on bikinis (shameless note to self there).
It was soo wonderful to do chores in my bikini this summer….why the hell didn’t I do it sooner?
So I spent the final weekend of summer working in my bikini wherever I could. I had to put on hated boi-clothes for work Sunday so I treated myself when I got home.
I put on my favorite pink chemise and matching pink thong (ok, I wore the thong to work so technically I didn‘t put it on) curled up on the couch and read. Then I decided to play with my hair a bit, and try new styles.
It was then that I noticed the lightning. Looking at the clock, I had about 10 minutes of gurl time left…so I grabbed my camera, tripod and remote ran out into the storm.
The wind lashed through my chemise and the rain fell in sprinkles as I set up the equipment and started shooting. It was a wonderful feeling, the air caressing my softly clad body…so sensuous. I remember that my nipples tightened to the point of almost hurting…it felt great and my lil soft cockette was leaking.
It was my first shoot (not including self-portraits simply because I don’t have a good model) dressed as a gurl! I came away with a lot of great shots like this:
Sort of makes me wish that I could shoot like this all the time. Sigh.
Thanks so much for reading and remember to hug your gurl…she needs it. ~Kisses~Bri
Well, it was an interesting two weeks and although this blog was sort of on my gurl mind, I often had the choice of quality gurl-time and setting down and scrawling something out so guess what?
Dressing up won out hands every time!
Come to think of it, I find my gurl mind tis a flittery thing at best. I’ll bet my gurl hair roots are really blonde, not reddish-auburn.
I picked out my hippest, cutest “art thong” and saw an art exposition consisted of artists displaying their work within various businesses in a downtown setting. It was really cool but this one made me stop and laugh….
Reminded me of trying to apply makeup. What I FEEL like anyway…
Not much chance to furl-shop though, these past two weeks. Both time and the lack of coinage were at the root of it. I just never could get the proper time to look over the fall offerings….though I noticed a lot of cute stuff in.
Not to worry though, I’ll be traveling again this fall, winter and spring so I looking for some good gurl shopping to come. By the way, NOW is the time to snatch up deals on bikinis (shameless note to self there).
It was soo wonderful to do chores in my bikini this summer….why the hell didn’t I do it sooner?
So I spent the final weekend of summer working in my bikini wherever I could. I had to put on hated boi-clothes for work Sunday so I treated myself when I got home.
I put on my favorite pink chemise and matching pink thong (ok, I wore the thong to work so technically I didn‘t put it on) curled up on the couch and read. Then I decided to play with my hair a bit, and try new styles.
It was then that I noticed the lightning. Looking at the clock, I had about 10 minutes of gurl time left…so I grabbed my camera, tripod and remote ran out into the storm.
The wind lashed through my chemise and the rain fell in sprinkles as I set up the equipment and started shooting. It was a wonderful feeling, the air caressing my softly clad body…so sensuous. I remember that my nipples tightened to the point of almost hurting…it felt great and my lil soft cockette was leaking.
It was my first shoot (not including self-portraits simply because I don’t have a good model) dressed as a gurl! I came away with a lot of great shots like this:
Sort of makes me wish that I could shoot like this all the time. Sigh.
Thanks so much for reading and remember to hug your gurl…she needs it. ~Kisses~Bri
10 years ago
AND I DONT RECOMEND IT
i spent the summer tanning topless.