Dear Diary
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Dear Diary
It's been a while since I last wrote to you. A lot has happened since
that has solidified a lot of feelings I've had about my gender identity
and this trans journey.
It had been a minute since I last physically seen Dalton. We had
chatted on the computer and phone since our previous rendezvous. To be
quite honest, I missed his warm gentle touch, his piercing blue eyes,
and the air on my neck as he whispered in my ear. It's a weird feeling
to have a crush on a guy, considering I thought I kwas straight for so
long in my life.
One night we were chatting on the computer, I was showing off some new
sexy lingerie I had ordered from La Senza. I was feeling particularly
sexy that night and was sending him some pretty racy pictures of me
wearing my new pink teddy in bed. We were being all flirty with one
another. He then asked me if he could come over. I told him my roomies
were home and it probably wasn't the best idea right then. He told me
he understood and told me he just really missed me.
"I wish you were here modeling it for me," he said.
I don't know what came over me at that moment, maybe it was a flash of
pink lightning or something but I asked what his address was!
What was I thinking?
My heart was racing as I got some stuff together to go over his place.
I quickly fixed my makeup and hair and grabbed a bag from the closet
and filled it with the essentials. I put an oversized hoodie over me
and put on some sweats. I tip toed out to my car as to not wake anybody
up.
I pulled up to his place. It was a pretty nice town home in a nice part
of the city. He had his own private entrance too. I was breathing
pretty deeply I was feeling all kinds of colorful butterflies flying
around in me. I took off the sweatpants so all I was wearing was the
oversized hoodie and the sexy pink teddy underneath. I also changed out
of my tennis and into my nude pumps.
"Here goes nothing," I said to myself after a big deep breath.
I popped open my door and got out as girly as possible. I clipped
nervously over to his front door, with the cool night air caressing
it's way up my legs into the sweater. It was crazy. I used to be so
careful when I did this. I just couldn't stop myself. I had to do it. I
got to his door and buzzed it. The sound felt earth quaking. I felt
like the whole neighborhood could hear it.
The door opened! Omg! He was wearing a white t shirt and some tight
lounge pants.
"Hi honey I'm home!" I flirted.
"Now look at you," he chimed back as he gently led me into his place
with both my hands and lots of eye contact. "Looking like quite the
snack."
I looked around his place as he prepared me a cocktail. It was gorgeous
and spacious. It was beautifully and simply furnished. He had a
beautiful view overlooking the city where I live from his private
balcony.
We sat on his sofa and flirted for a bit.
"I can't believe you're here!" he told me.
I giggled like a cute girl would. "Me too," I said nervously as I
softly brushed my hair behind my ear.
"I'm so happy you are," he said.
OH MY GOD! Everything he says just melts me. He has some kind of way of
saying things that just makes me feel so special.
"So.. you want to see what I bought?" I asked. "Close your eyes. No
peeking,"
I took off the oversized hoodie and there I stood before my man in my
most intimate apparel.
"So what do you think?" I asked as I strutted around Daltons living
room turnings and posing like a Victoria's Secret model.
"I love the color!" he grinned.
"I know! Isn't it just the cutest?!" I said.
"You are," he said.
We ended up making love on his living room floor. It was magical.
"This is so nice," I told him as we laid on the carpet of his living
room. He held me close to his hard smooth body. I looked at the time
and sighed. I noticed it was pretty late and needed to return home
before the girls woke.
"What's wrong Kim?" he asked.
"I wish I didn't need to go," I said. "It was so nice but so short. I
wish I could stay like this, no changing back, just be Kimberly like
24/7, you know?"
He agreed.
"I have an idea," he said. "Let's go somewhere together. For like a
week."
He sounded so enthused. I was a bit hesitant to jump on the wagon at
first and I expressed my reservations.
"It will be very low key," he assured me.
"I don't know. I'm kind of scared. I'm not sure I'm ready for that."
"Trust me. I will make sure you are comfortable. We won't do anything
you don't want to do," he said. "I'll rent us a really nice place. You
can start the day as Kim and end the day as Kim. No changing!"
"It sounds like a lot of fun," I said.
"It will be. I PROMISE it will be so worth it," he assured me.
It sounded exactly what I needed and have always wanted so who was I to
say no?
"Looks like I had some packing to do!" I told him.
Packing for a week long getaway as Kimberly was an adventure in and of
itself. There are so many things to keep track of and prepare like make
up, accessories, clothes, shoes, bags, everything. Throughout the week,
Dalton would send me links of listings he was thinking about. There was
one place he showed me. It was gorgeous. It was beautifully decorated
with a gorgeous vanity, looked very private and, yes, had a pool! I
told him that was the one. A minute later I got a text saying "booked".
Omg! It was really going to happen. There was no turning back.
The weeks leading up to the trip, I followed a strict beauty regimen of
face masks, sleep, diet and exercise. I visited my esthetician and got
a fresh wax so I was beautifully smooth for our getaway.
I went to Ulta to replenish some beauty products and splurged on some
waterproof make up while there. Luckily I had I discount! As I was
walking through the shops, I walked by Forever 21 and noticed that they
had the cutest selection swimwear so I popped in. I figured I needed to
update my collection, which consisted of a single bikini. There were so
many styles and prints that I was lost in the bikini ocean! I found two
really cute one piece swimsuits. The first one I picked out was a blush
one piece that had these cute gold stud embellishments on the front
with a high leg cut. The other was a light red one piece with quite the
revealing back with crisscross straps and cheeky backside coverage.
They were both so cute so I tried them on in store! I've never done
that before but it was effortless. The girls working there were very
sweet and accommodating after I told them I was trans. They told me
they get a lot of trans customers and that comforted me. They both sat
so wonderfully on my curvy body. I couldn't wait to show them off to my
guy. I had to buy both. I even bought a cute and colorful he printed
cover-up to go with them. I did some more shopping around the store and
ended up with quite a lot of cute vacation style outfits, dresses,
skirts, shorts, tops, everything. This girl was going to relax in style
like a strutting Pinterest board.
The day before was crazy. I scheduled a wax that day but still had to
pack all my girly things. I managed to squeeze my entire wardrobe into
one bag and had to pack a separate one for my beauty products and
toiletries. Marchesa walked in as I finished packing and saw the bags
on the ground.
"Going somewhere?" she said with a slight grin.
"Yeah.," I said. "Dalton is taking me to Palm Springs for a few days."
"You two are getting quite serious!" she said.
I laughed. "I guess you could say that."
She laughed. "Look at you. I haven't seen you this happy ever. You're
even blushing!" Marchesa said. "Just be careful hon."
I gave her some information about where we were staying just in case. A
girl can never be too careful.
I scheduled another waxing with Maria. She was so sweet and kind last
time and I felt that we really bonded. Not to mention she did a
fabulous job last time. I went in a did the whole kit and kaboodle
again. She even asked me how my date went!! I told her this is the
reason I made another appointment and told her we were getting serious
and that he was taking me away on a little getaway.
The day finally came. It was a pretty surreal moment for me because
when I took off my t shirt and jeans, I realized right then that it was
going to be the last time for a while that'd I'd have to hide. I was
finally going to be me, all of me.
Dalton came to pick me up at 10. It was funny because I wasn't quite
ready so I had to make him wait. Silly girl. I wore one of my new cute
floral printed skater minis with strappy heels. We hit the road at like
1130 and was looking at a 3 hour drive to Palm Springs. It was so weird
to be out in the middle of the day in full view of cars passing by. The
air was cool and the wind would slightly brush my dress up my thighs,
exposing the pink Victoria's Secret undies I was wearing. Dalton would
put his hand on my thigh as we drove. He asked me to put some music on.
I asked him if he liked the Spice Girls. he said he loved them! Me too!
Girl power! La la la- la la la la la la! So we listened to my girly
playlist. It was so fun! The drive there was a breeze.
We pulled up to the house. It was a gorgeous place tucked away in the
hills. When he said I'd be comfortable he was right. This was our home.
Omg!! The first day was basically a move in day, hanging dresses and
tops, organizing my beauty products on the vanity, ect. Nothing was
hiding in a bin or hung in the back of a closet. It was all out in the
open. It was so beautiful.
We had a quiet evening. We watched the sunset from the patio while
drinking a little rose. It was all so very romantic. That night we
couldn't keep our hands off each other.
It struck me like a flash of pink lightning in the morning. I got up to
prepare our teas and I did a quick glance down and saw that I was
standing in the kitchen wearing my blush nightie and matching kimono,
toes all painted cute, and smooth body. I went to bed pretty and woke
up pretty. Knowing that I smiled. A sense of relief washed over my like
a cool wind on a hot day. That feeling never got old throughout the
week.
I went to get changed to lay by the pool. It took me a minute to get
pool ready. It was too much fun. I had my girl jams going while I was
getting my face all pretty with my waterproof make up, getting the
girls glued on, and stepping into the cute red little one piece. After
a tussle with trying to keep the tuck settled, and I didn't want
anything to come popping out, I looked ready for the swimsuit
competition! Dalton was going to love it! I grabbed my coverup and tied
it over me. After all, I didn't want to ruin the surprise. I sashayed
to the pool. Dalton was already out there in his tiny blue shorts minus
shirt of course. I could see him life his head to look at me as I came
out. I leaned over my lounger to place my towel and suntan oil down and
felt a little pat on my booty.
"Watch those hands mister," I said jokingly.
"I'm sorry I couldn't resist," he said.
I let my cover up gently fall off my body revealing my cute red
monokini. I started rubbing the suntan oil on my legs when he jumped up
to volunteer to help me with my back. He told me he loved monokini and
that I was looking like Kim Kardashian out there. I laid out for a few
hours before I took a dip in the pool. I've never swam before with
breast forms and the waterproof adhesive held up pretty well. When I
went in to change, I noticed I had a cute strappy tan on my back. I
loved it!
After our little pool party, Dalton said he was going to the store to
get supplies for dinner and that he'd be back in a bit. After a long
steamy shower, I went to my closet and picked out one of my pretty
floral, airy mini dresses that were just hanging there out in the open.
It was so liberating. I got ready for dinner. While waiting for him to
get home, I tidied up the place a bit. I don't know what's come over
me, but I usually hate cleaning and chores, but when I'm Kimberly, I
feel so domesticated. He finally came back after what felt like a few
hours. He walked in the kitchen with all these paper bags filled with
groceries. He told me he had some more in the car. I was putting away
the stuff when he came back in, this time holding flowers and a bag
from Victoria's Secret. He man bought me flowers and lingerie. He
definitely knows the way to my heart.
"Just a little something," he said as he handed me the roses and the
very large Victoria's Secret bag.
"Oh my gosh you didn't have to!" I screeched with glee.
"Open it," he ordered.
I dug in the bag, taking out the pink paper. In there was a few pairs
of cheekies, some cute silky lounge shorts, and a super sexy, lacy,
racy bodysuit.
"Oh my god it looks so pretty!" I said as I held it against my body.
"Well, let's see it on you then!" he encouraged.
I went to the bedroom and slipped into the lacy racy thing. I couldn't
believe it but it fit perfectly. I walked out there wearing nothing but
the bodysuit.
"How did you guess my size?" I asked.
"I looked at the label on one of the one's you wore the other night,"
he said.
"Oh so you've been snooping around in my intimates I see?" I teased.
He laughed. "I'm glad I did. You look so pretty," he said.
I blushed red. "I love it!" I said as I strutted and posed for him.
That night was very fun, needless to say. After dinner, we cuddled on
the couch and watched the sunset. Things were getting pretty hot and
heavy. We moved things into the bedroom where we teased each other some
more. I ran my hand down his solid formed body and on his underwear
over his package. He was getting firm, I could feel it.
The week carried on like this. I was a girl through and through and it
felt fabulously free to not have to do those quick changes on the car,
or hidden away in the back of a closet behind old jackets. I was able
to be free and feel as feminine as possible. Each morning I'd enjoy a
cup of green tea while admiring my beautifully soft and smooth legs
under me, the color on my toes, and the feeling of my silky slip
delicately kissing my body. Then, before bed after a nice long shower,
I would perform my night time beatyfing ritual of softening my skin,
basking in the luxe scents of my lotions, and lavishing myself with
laces and silks.
It was a fabulously pink time. I got to explore my sexuality on a
deeper level and allowed myself the privileges that confidence in one
self enjoys. In a way, I was more connected to my female mind then
ever, to the point where the steam evaporated and the image on the
other end of the mirror was of a woman that was me.
The only cruel reminder of my assigned gender during that week away was
when, right before the steam from the shower fogged the mirrors, I
would examine my naked self. Or when I'd have to tuck it away. Oh the
struggle of the tuck.
I certainly enjoy the privileges of using my manhood during the most
private and intimate moments, but maybe there's more to explore there?
Now I can't stop thinking about that possibility. Perhaps I am more
than a crossdresser. Maybe I do want to take this further than just
playing dress up.
How was I supposed to return to my drab life?
Jeannie
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