Curious X 3
Crossdressing today
As the drugs finally began to pass out of her system, Alex awoke with a start to unfamiliar sur-
roundings. Where she had been expecting to wake up, as she did traditionally, in her own bed, she
found that this was not the case. Instead she was in a dark room, with a splitting headache, and an
enormous unease throughout her whole body.
Femulating For Life
Polk County (AR) Miss-ter Relay Pageant |
Some Relay For Life events include womanless beauty pageant competitions
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Having lost my parents to cancer, I have participated in local Relay For Life events. None of my local events have included womanless beauty contests, so I have not had the opportunity to strut my stuff and take home the gold. Instead, I have had to admire and envy the womanless events that have taken place at other Relay For Life events. The better femulations at these events have been documented in this blog in the past.
Recently, I encountered a photo on the Internet that was reputed to be taken at a Relay For Life womanless contest. The femulations looked better than average, so I wanted to find out more.
After a little digging (with a Google shovel), I found the source of the photo: the Polk County, Arkansas, Relay For Life "Miss-Ter Relay Pageant" in April 2014. The pageant is documented on Facebook with a slew of photos of the beauties who participated. Here is the Facebook link for you to admire (and envy), too!
Wearing Ann Taylor. |
Монро (Monroe) |
How to Use High Lift Hair Color (Male to Female Transgender / Crossdressing Tips)
In recent years, the hairdressing industry has seen a marked increase in the number of clients who want to go blonde but don’t want to use bleach. For a long time, there was simply no way to cater to these clients and you couldn’t dye dark hair blonde without the use of bleach. That changed with the advent of high lift hair color, and now it’s possible to dye your hair blonde without the bleach powder. Or at least, in certain circumstances.
Sissy crossdressing fiction one of the girl night
So there I was, two months after becoming a girl, on the dance floor, surrounded by beau-
tiful women professing to being my friends, with a man way too close to me. I could smell
his aftershave, and feel the warmth coming from his body. I wasn’t sure how I felt about
him. His handsomeness was intoxicating, every time I looked at him I got more confused,
and the more I felt his warmth, the more I began to feel something blooming within.