TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Gurly thoughts
TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Gurly thoughts
As stated in the past few blogs, my opportunities for dressing in the past year have been complicated by life.
However, I DID get two, separate hour-long respites last weekend.
YAY!!!
I saw the window opening late last Saturday afternoon when my mate decided to go to town and our adopted daughter was working.
I had my black all-purpose mini-skirt in a spot where I could get to it quickly and slipped it over my pink thong (I wear thongs 24/7 and have for two years.) I quickly found a pink lacy chemise and donned it too.
WONDERFUL. ECSTASY. It felt sooo good to have a skirt and gurl top on. I enjoyed walking around outside for a bit, feeling the wind blow up my skirt and across my tucked clitty. The cool wind made my nipples eraser-hard and I had my long hair unbound and blowing in the wind.
Too soon, I had to return to hated boi-togs, but I simply glowed for the rest of the day.
.
The scene repeated itself the following day. I was dressed in my skirt and top before the car hit the blacktop to town. I thought about dragging out my heels, as it’s been almost a year since I’ve been able to wear them, but time was precious so I settled for looking at my painted toes in my flip-flops.
Again, the copious amount of rain has made the ground far, far too soft for heels. :( I’ve been experiencing a lot of lower back pain of late, and I’m beginning to suspect that part of the problem is my lack of “heels time”.
(I have noticed that wearing heels seems to like “stretch” or force my spine into place. Am I the only one who has experienced this?)
I’ve also enjoyed several gurly moments in the past few weeks. One of them was while listening to Lady Gaga while practising my gurl dance moves. (Yes, one of my dreams is to go to a club and go dancing. I know the thought is a frightening mental picture. Sorry about that.)
As I was enjoying the music and an Eve 120, a host of different species of butterflies appeared and seemed to dance with me. Perhaps this is some sort of sign from the goddess?
I keep my eyes and mind open for these gurly moments...they get me through tough days since I can’t dress.
The GOOD news is that soon, my mate will return to work, our adopted daughter is moving to Michigan and once again I’ll have a schedule that will allow some dressing from time to time.
As ever, Be good to your inner gurl. She deserves it!
Love and Kisses~Bri
As stated in the past few blogs, my opportunities for dressing in the past year have been complicated by life.
However, I DID get two, separate hour-long respites last weekend.
YAY!!!
I saw the window opening late last Saturday afternoon when my mate decided to go to town and our adopted daughter was working.
I had my black all-purpose mini-skirt in a spot where I could get to it quickly and slipped it over my pink thong (I wear thongs 24/7 and have for two years.) I quickly found a pink lacy chemise and donned it too.
WONDERFUL. ECSTASY. It felt sooo good to have a skirt and gurl top on. I enjoyed walking around outside for a bit, feeling the wind blow up my skirt and across my tucked clitty. The cool wind made my nipples eraser-hard and I had my long hair unbound and blowing in the wind.
Too soon, I had to return to hated boi-togs, but I simply glowed for the rest of the day.
.
The scene repeated itself the following day. I was dressed in my skirt and top before the car hit the blacktop to town. I thought about dragging out my heels, as it’s been almost a year since I’ve been able to wear them, but time was precious so I settled for looking at my painted toes in my flip-flops.
Again, the copious amount of rain has made the ground far, far too soft for heels. :( I’ve been experiencing a lot of lower back pain of late, and I’m beginning to suspect that part of the problem is my lack of “heels time”.
(I have noticed that wearing heels seems to like “stretch” or force my spine into place. Am I the only one who has experienced this?)
I’ve also enjoyed several gurly moments in the past few weeks. One of them was while listening to Lady Gaga while practising my gurl dance moves. (Yes, one of my dreams is to go to a club and go dancing. I know the thought is a frightening mental picture. Sorry about that.)
As I was enjoying the music and an Eve 120, a host of different species of butterflies appeared and seemed to dance with me. Perhaps this is some sort of sign from the goddess?
I keep my eyes and mind open for these gurly moments...they get me through tough days since I can’t dress.
The GOOD news is that soon, my mate will return to work, our adopted daughter is moving to Michigan and once again I’ll have a schedule that will allow some dressing from time to time.
As ever, Be good to your inner gurl. She deserves it!
Love and Kisses~Bri
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