Only a few more hours till I go on my first date with a man. There's a lot to do before including an appointment at the salon at 2. I never quite know what Miss Emily has set up for me there but I am sure I will get a new hairstyle and maybe some pampering.
I remember the first trip to to the salon. I was so nervous. The women there were nice and I guess a couple of them have become friends. One of them Alex, whose only a little older than me, says we have so much in common. That still surprises me.
But as I sit here with bra filled out and thinking about going on a date it's harder to deny.
Maybe I will be able to put this out of my mind while I do the laundry and then get ready for tonight. I sure hope so.
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July 11, 2014
July 10, 2014
About Those Heels
A couple of readers commented about my new shoes. I know a lot of sissies and their owners have a fetish about high heels. They don't do much for in that regard and that doesn't seem to be something Miss Emily cares much about either.
It seems to me that she is training me to be her wife and maid and hasn't adopted many of the things common on the internet regarding the dressing of a sissy, except of course the maid's uniforms. lol.
I might be totally wrong. Maybe someday I will be wearing five inch heels. But it doesn't seem that way.
Not that what I think will matter much. What she wants is all that matters.
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It seems to me that she is training me to be her wife and maid and hasn't adopted many of the things common on the internet regarding the dressing of a sissy, except of course the maid's uniforms. lol.
I might be totally wrong. Maybe someday I will be wearing five inch heels. But it doesn't seem that way.
Not that what I think will matter much. What she wants is all that matters.
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One More Day
Friday is the big day. My first date with a man. I am trying hard not to think about it all the time but it's not easy. Other than more practice in the three-inch heels, Miss Emily didn't mention it last night. She didn't have to.
I woke up several times and all that I could think about was what might happen. I thought about the first time I had a date with Miss Emily. My feelings were similar except of course I had always dreamed of dating a woman as beautiful as she is.
But there's not changing her plans. I will be on a date tomorrow. I hope I'm not to shy to even speak. I can get that way and it might disappoint Miss Emily.
I almost wish today was over so I could stop wondering.
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I woke up several times and all that I could think about was what might happen. I thought about the first time I had a date with Miss Emily. My feelings were similar except of course I had always dreamed of dating a woman as beautiful as she is.
But there's not changing her plans. I will be on a date tomorrow. I hope I'm not to shy to even speak. I can get that way and it might disappoint Miss Emily.
I almost wish today was over so I could stop wondering.
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July 9, 2014
New Shoes
The new shoes I got for my date have a three inch heel. That's higher than I have worn before. The first time put them on I thought I was going to fall over. And when I did stand straight I felt so tall. It was very strange.
Walking in them was difficult. So Miss Emily had me practice last night. Small steps. Roll my hips. Over and over. I was so sore after just a short time of practicing.But she kept me walking for two hours. I was never so ready for bed.
I am still sore but wearing my usual shoes today. I am getting nervous thinking about Friday night. Will he want to kiss me? Will I like it? I've never kissed a man.
I was chatting with a friend earlier and she said she thought I was going to find out what it's like. I think she's correct.
My stomach churns at the the thought.
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Walking in them was difficult. So Miss Emily had me practice last night. Small steps. Roll my hips. Over and over. I was so sore after just a short time of practicing.But she kept me walking for two hours. I was never so ready for bed.
I am still sore but wearing my usual shoes today. I am getting nervous thinking about Friday night. Will he want to kiss me? Will I like it? I've never kissed a man.
I was chatting with a friend earlier and she said she thought I was going to find out what it's like. I think she's correct.
My stomach churns at the the thought.
<curtsy>
July 8, 2014
Shopping for the Date, Breasts Included
I still can't believe I am going on a date this friday. With. A. Man.
I have so many conflicting emotions and thoughts. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Will he like me? Will he think I'm pretty? Why do I care. I mean, I've never meant him. I don't really know much about him.
I know he's older, in his 40s. Miss Emily only told me he's the kind of man lots of women would want to date. She says I should be proud he wants to take me out. Proud? I don't know. My head swims when I think about it.
Of course, Miss Emily wants to make sure she has me looking the way she wants for the big night on Friday. That involved shopping. Lots of shopping.
Last week, I spent trying on dresses, buying new shoes and a purse to go with the lacy pink dress she chose and even new lingerie. I wasn't surprised a new corset was chosen. I am usually in one. This one is stiffer despite how girly it is. It's all pink and white with lace trim and even little roses at the top of each garter strap.
The biggest surprise is that Miss Emily had realistic breasts glued to my chest. They aren't very big but I am constantly aware of their weight. They meant I had to get new bras to fit my new figure. I wonder why a man would want a sissy with fake breasts? Did I really think that?
Friday afternoon I have an appointment at the salon. I go regularly but this seems different. It almost feels like the first time I went to the salon. I wonder how my hair will be done and my makeup.
Part of me wishes it was Friday night already and part of hopes it never comes.
But I know it will.
<curtsy>
I have so many conflicting emotions and thoughts. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Will he like me? Will he think I'm pretty? Why do I care. I mean, I've never meant him. I don't really know much about him.
I know he's older, in his 40s. Miss Emily only told me he's the kind of man lots of women would want to date. She says I should be proud he wants to take me out. Proud? I don't know. My head swims when I think about it.
Of course, Miss Emily wants to make sure she has me looking the way she wants for the big night on Friday. That involved shopping. Lots of shopping.
Last week, I spent trying on dresses, buying new shoes and a purse to go with the lacy pink dress she chose and even new lingerie. I wasn't surprised a new corset was chosen. I am usually in one. This one is stiffer despite how girly it is. It's all pink and white with lace trim and even little roses at the top of each garter strap.
The biggest surprise is that Miss Emily had realistic breasts glued to my chest. They aren't very big but I am constantly aware of their weight. They meant I had to get new bras to fit my new figure. I wonder why a man would want a sissy with fake breasts? Did I really think that?
Friday afternoon I have an appointment at the salon. I go regularly but this seems different. It almost feels like the first time I went to the salon. I wonder how my hair will be done and my makeup.
Part of me wishes it was Friday night already and part of hopes it never comes.
But I know it will.
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What is Family?
I was thinking about how my whole world really revolves around Miss Emily. It made me think about mom and my sister.
I haven't written much about them or my childhood. I was never very happy. I wasn't abused or anything like that, but I never fit anywhere. Not at school or really at home. Mom raised us but she was always busty with work or whatever and I was left alone a lot.
Now she is moving away with her boyfriend. I feel like I should be sad or upset. But it doesn't seem to matter much to me. I haven't seen her much over the last few months. She's been busy and I have my own duties here.
It seemed like whenever I did see her Miss Emily protected me from her. Mom can be tough and she and her boyfriend treat me like a servant when they see me. That isn't unusual for me but there's a nastiness that hurts me.
I know it may be hard for people to understand but I am truly thankful to Miss Emily for stepping in when things get too harsh. It's strange that can I accept whatever she does to me but need her to protect me at other times.
I guess this is my family now. It seems natural and where I belong.
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I haven't written much about them or my childhood. I was never very happy. I wasn't abused or anything like that, but I never fit anywhere. Not at school or really at home. Mom raised us but she was always busty with work or whatever and I was left alone a lot.
Now she is moving away with her boyfriend. I feel like I should be sad or upset. But it doesn't seem to matter much to me. I haven't seen her much over the last few months. She's been busy and I have my own duties here.
It seemed like whenever I did see her Miss Emily protected me from her. Mom can be tough and she and her boyfriend treat me like a servant when they see me. That isn't unusual for me but there's a nastiness that hurts me.
I know it may be hard for people to understand but I am truly thankful to Miss Emily for stepping in when things get too harsh. It's strange that can I accept whatever she does to me but need her to protect me at other times.
I guess this is my family now. It seems natural and where I belong.
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July 7, 2014
Catching Up
It's been a couple weeks since I posed and a lot has happened. It's hard to know where to start. I think I'll just do a post now about things and then maybe others if I think of what I want to say.
First, I had a wonderful week away with Miss Emily to a vacation home her family owns. Her sister was there for a couple of the days, but otherwise I was just her wife. We went hiking. Keeping up with her tough. But she said I looked "cute" in the L.L. Bean outfits she bought me.
I spent a lot of time kneeling between her thighs and she used her strap-on every day. I was so sore. But content too. I was even allowed to cum twice. I doubt that will happen soon.
The big bombshell was that Miss Emily told me she wants me to go on a date with her man's friend. To say this scare same is an understatement. She says every girl needs to experience it.
When Miss Emily makes up her mind she moves quickly. The date will be this coming Friday night. I am thankful that she and Jack will be along. My stomach is churning thinking about it.
Miss Emily tool me shopping last week for a dress to wear. I'll write more about that lately.
After serving at a party on Saturday things are back to normal this week as a think about going on a date. With a man. Yikes!
<curtsy>
First, I had a wonderful week away with Miss Emily to a vacation home her family owns. Her sister was there for a couple of the days, but otherwise I was just her wife. We went hiking. Keeping up with her tough. But she said I looked "cute" in the L.L. Bean outfits she bought me.
I spent a lot of time kneeling between her thighs and she used her strap-on every day. I was so sore. But content too. I was even allowed to cum twice. I doubt that will happen soon.
The big bombshell was that Miss Emily told me she wants me to go on a date with her man's friend. To say this scare same is an understatement. She says every girl needs to experience it.
When Miss Emily makes up her mind she moves quickly. The date will be this coming Friday night. I am thankful that she and Jack will be along. My stomach is churning thinking about it.
Miss Emily tool me shopping last week for a dress to wear. I'll write more about that lately.
After serving at a party on Saturday things are back to normal this week as a think about going on a date. With a man. Yikes!
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