Fixed the Glitch

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I lost a lot of writing this morning. I probably made a mistake in my html edit, but whatever, rather than point out an error, Blogger just deleted huge chunks of my post, and of course with the stupid auto-save, there's no way to get it back. Let THAT be a lesson. Compose elsewhere and finish on Blogger.

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Work Related

We're nearing year end so that "use it or lose it" deadline is looming. Yesterday was a personal day. Today a vacation.

I'm leaving on that quick car trip this afternoon. Sadly my outfit won't be ready. I found a vintage pea coat that I think is quite trendy for both boys and girls. The sleeves were way too long, so it's at the tailors and won't be ready until Tuesday. Just as well, its too, too cold for my skinny jeans!

At left, me on my very
special dream date with Kate!

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Cosmetics

Chaste Hubby had a recent post about eyebrows. Well, that got me thinking about my own. Maybe they could use some work. I did some research and discovered I’ve got a somewhat feminine brow. A man shouldn’t have a unibrow, but they should come inside the eye. A woman’s should start about even with the eye. Mine do.

So I went to work with the tweezers, working from underneath I really cleaned them up. I certainly didn’t make them as thin as a woman’s, nor did I try arching them (the peak of the arch should form a line with the pupil and the tip of the nose), but they are no doubt more groomed.

Being enthused by this change, I decided to try some cosmetics. I’ve never been into them before. I think I’ve only played with a girlfriend’s makeup once. I looked so silly and garish, I thought I’d been turned off forever. But here I was giving it another go.

With a little internet guidance and all the time in the world, I went to work. Shadow, eyeliner and mascara. I must admit, it was fun. I wish a girlfriend had introduced me and was helping, but what can I say? There it was again. A new experience. A girl experience. I “feel like a girl.”

I won't lie and say I looked good. I'm sure it was awful, but nevertheless amazing. With the information I'd learned, the transformation was shocking.

Even my pathetic amateurish efforts made my eyes pop. In a good way. I may not have looked good, but I looked different. Maybe a little like the eyes of a woman? There might be some potential. My mind started cooking possibilities.

I remembered when I was a kid, my sisters used to tease me about my long eye lashes. I had a cousin who threatened to sneak into my room one night and cut them off. Did these jealous girls have an influence on me? No boys ever envied me. I was so intrigued, I decided I needed to play this just a little further.


The next morning, after taking care of things at home, including checking in with my sissy friends, I put on my Maybelline Great Lash mascara. I smudged on just a hint of liner on my outer lower lid too. Nothing more than that still makes a striking difference. I don't think anyone could see the cosmetics. I mean, if it was a child's game of "Can You Find the Differences," it's obvious. But without a before and after, there wasn't any proof other than it looking beyond natural.

Out the door, I was off for some Christmas shopping. Despite the brilliant sun and snow glare, I left my sunglasses at home. The list is pretty short this year, especially with no girlfriends. Christmas gifts were my great treat shopping for women's clothes. I hate shopping for myself, but I do like shopping for girls. So I guess I love shopping for my other self, too.

I was out several hours. I was craving eye contact with women. I got plenty too. I wondered, what do they see? The overall image screamed man, work boots, jeans, flannel shirt and Carhardt jacket, but when they saw my eyes, they had to be getting a different signal. Do they recognize I'm wearing mascara, or because it's unexpected, do they struggle to make sense of why "that guy's eyes" are so different. Given the many deep stares I got, can I say compelling?

Whenever I purchased anything I always went to the youngest, hippest looking gal. Although they couldn't insult a customer, I thought younger women might be more accepting and who knows, even offer a compliment? My last two buys were single items from different stores. The first was another mascara in a more natural color, medium brown. The second was a medium brown eyeliner pencil. I thought it'd be hard to be more obvious other than just asking. Like I said, I got some hard eye-contact, but not a word of it was spoken.

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. . . That is the Question

It's been 15 days. I didn't sleep well last night, but I don't think it had anything to do with self-denial; however this morning my desire feels rather muted. So far, I've improved my odds to 1 in 17 after crediting myself with three tasks. Trying on and purchasing the jeans, trying on and purchasing the booties, and wearing mascara in public.

Little Pantyboy said..."Can't wait to hear about when you finally get to cum. Just remember: good girls don't let cum go to waste."

I've known LOTS of good girls, and pretty much everyone did, but this naughty gurl's not.

In order to make my wish come true, I've changed the rules of my game just the teenciest. Getting to the moment remains the same, but when the moment comes, IF it comes, I can give in to the instant gratification, or I can wait up to 24 hours--with additional conditions attached of course. I'll spare the details, but there's more chance involved and real challenges. I think there's a small but fair chance I'll miss out.

But it's as overwhelming as the urge to orgasm, so the changes are necessary. Then I can shoot straight into my mouth, hot, wet and gagging!

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