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Dear Diary Part 16: Glowing In The Dark free porn video
Dear Diary,
What a whirlwind weekend it was of shopping, dancing, and lots of girl
talk with my best girl Marchesa. It had been hot a minute since we've
got together so she invited me over to see her place and show me around
her new city. When she called me the week before she said she had a
couple of things planned for when I get back there but wouldn't divulge
any details. She just said to pack a couple of cute outfits for going
out. Eeeeek!!!!
So I spent that entire week in total anxious anticipation. I spent the
entire week packing, Monday through Friday. Dalton was making fun of me
because of all the things I was bringing. Yeah maybe 6 pairs of shoes is
too many but this girl wanted to look cute! I packed my big pink
suitcase so full I could barely close it and that's no easy task because
it's BIG! I decided that I would do this trip in full femme. That meant
no ugly boy things.
Dalton helped me load the huge pink luggage in the Prius. I'm still not
sure how it fit in there. It was massive! I kissed Mr. Hotpants on his
perfect mouth and headed on my gay way up the freeway. All along the way
I was singing my pretty head off to my girl anthems. The drive up was
going pretty smoothly for a while until I saw this guy in his car drive
up right next to me. I noticed he kept trying to see me. I was dressed
pretty casually in black leggings and an oversized blush pink sweater. I
had barely any makeup on except for some foundation and lip balm and my
hair saw better days. I looked over and he smiled!!! OMG what a creep! I
was able to lose him in the traffic but my heart was sure pounding and I
felt flush in the face.
I finally pulled up to her place and it's beautiful. It looks like a
resort with a pool and spa and club. Everything you need really. I sent
her a text telling her I was parking. As I was getting ready to ring the
bell the door few open and I was attacked with a warm embrace.
"OMG yay!!" Marchesa squealed. "You made it! Check you out girl!"
She is too cute! I just love my bestie.
We walked in her place and I was stunned at how beautiful it was. Her
place was immaculate, like if Pinterest and Instagram had a baby girl.
It was a super pretty bachelorette pad. Just gorgeous.
As quickly as we sat to chat we were off our booties and on our way to
the nail salon. I was so excited as I've never had my nails
professionally done up before. I noticed that the salon was in the same
district I had visited in the past by myself on one of my feminine
forays into the real world. I had a little laugh to myself when Marchesa
was telling me about all the cute shopping and gay clubs and tea shops.
Yasss girl I'm familiar.
Walking in to the salon brought back a sudden flood of memories. When I
was younger, my mom would bring me with her to her bi-monthly nail and
hair salon trips. I remember looking forward to those days so much
because it meant, to me, in my mind, that for at least a couple of
hours, I would be just one of the girls. I enjoyed being around all the
pretty things, the scents of the nail varnish, the magazines, the sound
of high heels and gossip. I just adored it! I remember being so envious
of my mom and her friends getting all pampered. It just looked so
delightful. One day, in my innocence, I asked her what those were called
pointing at her manicure.
She said, "My nails? These are called French Tips. Why honey?"
"They're pretty!" I said. "Can I get mine done like you mom?" I asked.
"Thank you, but you know honey these are only for girls right?" she
said.
The woman working on my mom later pulled me to the side later that day
and said, "I'll do them for you sweetie." I never did get to take her up
on the offer. That was sadly the last time my mom took me along with
her. If only she could see me now sitting in the chair and getting all
pampered. This was my second chance at it.
My technician asked me if I was ready for my pedicure. I told her yes.
Marchesa overheard and said I should also get a manicure. I wasn't sure.
I was a bit embarrassed as I am a chronic nail biter and my hands were
usually my "tell". Marchesa told me to just "go for it" so I said YES!
OMG! I was actually going to do it this time. The tech asked me what I
liked in the book and I pointed at the French Tips. She then asked me
what color I liked.
"Like a muted pink or blush," I shyly said.
"Don't worry I will take good care of you," she assured me.
Then she went to work, making me feel like I belonged there amongst the
other girls in the shop. I felt pampered like never before. I could
definitely get used to that. When she finished I wanted to cry!! My
nails have never looked more beautiful. Oh my gosh!! They were PERFECT!
Just the right shade of muted blush pink and THOSE GORGEOUS FRENCH TIPS
that I always dreamed of. I am definitely doing this again.
We hit the shops after the salon. This district has some of the best
shopping I've ever seen. So many cute boutiques and speciality shops a
girl could spend her whole purse! Marchesa said she wanted to get
something cute to wear later the night when we go out dancing. While
perusing the racks at one shop, Marchesa told me about this fabulous
club she wanted to take me to. As she was describing it, I stopped her
and said, "I know this place!"
"No way you've been there!?" She sounded surprised.
I told her all about my solo trip up there and my fabulously feminine
weekend.
"That's so cool!" she replied. "Well now you have company this time!"
Yay!!
I kept admiring my cute French manicure as I searched the racks. I felt
like such a Queen with my nails all did, looking and feeling super
confident. Marchesa is a lot of fun to go shopping with. She kept
putting things over me to see how they would look giving me style advise
along the way. She also sent me to the fitting room and kept bringing me
pieces to try on. I've never had this much fun shopping before. I
settled on a really cute peplum minidress and a pretty blush pink top. I
was just finishing trying on the dress when I heard Marchesa outside
asking me to open up so she could come in. I told her that I was in my
underwear. She said she wanted to show me something.
"Wait let me put something on," I said.
"No don't! Stay like that." She said. "I want you to try this dress!"
I unlatched the lock and in she walks. There I stood in my pink bra and
leopard print thong. I had never been in a dressing room in my underwear
with her before and felt a little shy.
"I do this with my girlfriends all the time sweetie." She said. "Now
here try this on."
In her hands was a glittery neon pink minidress that was TO DIE FOR. It
has these tiny little specks of gold glitter all over it with long
sleeves and shoulder pads. It looks very 80s but VERY me. I could not
wait to get it on me. I stepped into the dress. As Marchesa zipped me
up, I saw it form around my body perfectly. The material was soft and it
hugged me perfectly, highlighting my best "assets". My arms slid nicely
into the long sleeves and the shoulder pads were a cute touch. I felt
very confident wearing this dress. I also ADORED how it sparkled in the
light as I turned. So gorgeous!!
"You're sparkling!" She said.
"Oh my gosh I love it!!" I said as I kept posing in it. I felt very
glittertastic in it.
"That's the one." She said.
We hit up a few more shops and picked up some essentials at Ulta before
returning to Marchesa's to get GLAM!
I was feeling a bit nervous and was ha omg a bit of trouble with my make
up. I think Marchesa picked up on this and offered to help.
"Come here honey let me help you." She said.
I sat in her chair in front of her gorgeous vanity table where she
started to work her touch. We chatted about all kinds of things. We
reminisced about our high school days, who are crushes were, etc. It
settled me in and the anxiety suddenly vanished. I told her how I used
to have a little crush on her back in Freshman year of high school.
"Well.. look at us now!" She said as she delicately applied the
foundation to my face. "We're alone at last but you'd rather play with
my make up than with me."
I looked up as she shrugged and smiled. LOL! She had a point!
"So, like, when did you know that you liked to do this?" She asked.
I took a deep breath. "Since I can remember."
"Being a girl is way more fun!"
I totally agree.
And she continued with effortless grace.
"Now let's do those eyes." She said. Her touch was serene. Her voice was
so soft and delicate as she described what she was doing and how she was
doing it. One last crimp of the lashes.
Then it was time for a touch blush and light dusting of highlighter. The
soft brush over my cheeks was such a delight it sent tiny electric
tingles all over my body.
And like a period on a sentence, or signature on a painting, she
finished with my lips.
It was an experience I hadn't had and was deprived of growing up. She
used to have slumber parties when we were growing up but unfortunately I
wasn't able to go as her parents had a strict no boys policy and mine
had a strict no sissy policy. Look how well that turned out.
Was this what I missed out on all those years ago?
"Viola!" She remarked, revealing my reflection in her vanity.
"Oh my gosh.." I said. "Wow.."
I was stunned. I wanted to cry again!! That girl in the mirror was me! I
couldn't believe my gorgeously made up eyes. I've never felt more
confident than I did right there. Like I was seeing my true self for the
first time. And let me tell you, I've never had my natural hair all did
before but she gave it bounce and lovely layers. I kept playing with it.
LOVE!! I'm going to keep the extensions in the box for a while. The make
up job was FIRE GIRL! Lashes were long, the goldish highlight brought
out the hint of green in my brown eyes. They were penetrating like never
before. My lips were perfectly pouty nude pink. I felt SO sexy and
confident.
I slipped into the dress and began to zip it up but was having a bit of
difficulty getting it all the way up. Marchesa saw this and came to my
rescue once again. I slipped on my gorgeous nude Louboutins.
"YASSS QUEEN!!!" She said.
I did a little turn for her.
"Lookin FINE girl!!" She continued with the compliments.
I giggled "thanks!" I said primping in the mirror.
She was also looking fine with her gorgeous red waves delicately curled
and bouncing over her shoulders. I couldn't help by admire the way she
wore her racy lacy bodysuit teddy. Someday I want to be able to fill out
a top like she does. She paired her lacy top with a tight leopard print
mini skirt and adorned her legs in the most gorgeous pair of over-the-
knee faux leather boots.
"I love your boots!" I said.
"I know right?" She said. "I haven't even worn them yet."
"Time to break them in girl." I replied.
She clipped some gold hoops on my ears. I almost never wear jewelry.
This was the cherry on top.
"There, now you're done." She said looking at me in the reflection.
"Let's take a selfie." She continued. "You look too gorgeous for words."
She snapped away as we posed. We must have snapped like 20 pics and even
took some video!
"You know, I don't think I asked you this before but what should I call
you?"
"Oh!" I said. "Umm.. it's.. Kimberly Marie Cross. But Kim is fine."
"Pretty!" Her eyes lit up. "I love it! How did you come across those
names?" She asked, clasping gold hoops on to her ears.
"It was in one of my mother's old diaries. I found it when I was
snooping one day and the name just stuck with me ever since." I said.
The Uber was outside suddenly and we were rushing out the door, quickly
spritzing ourselves with my Chanel no 5. The Uber guy was super fun and
polite. We told him where we were headed and it sounded like he's been
there before by the way he was talking about it. He even offered us his
auxiliary cord to play some music. I didn't hesitate to put on the
Spiceworld album by Spice Girls.
"No way!" She screamed. "You listen to the Spice Girls?"
She sounded shocked. "Oh my Gosh I love them!" I said. "I've loved them
since I was a kid!"
We all sang the songs. Even our Uber driver got in on the act. It was
like a little pre-party. So much fun!!! Xoxo
"Have fun tonight, Ladies!" The driver said dropping us off near the
entrance of the club. I always flash a smile whenever I'm called a lady.
The cool night air kissed my thighs as we walked towards the entrance.
The music pulsated louder and louder the closer we got. Once we passed
the bouncer, I could barely hear Marchesa. It was BUMPING in there. I
was getting distracted by the lights and sound and all the fit shirtless
waxed chests walking around. Marchesa kept giving me that look like
"he's cute!"
We were a couple of shots in when we hit the dance floor. It was more
crowded than when I last was in there and way more guys. It was a bit
hotter too in many ways. The DJ was amazing and played some of my favs
from Britney to Christina.
"You're glowing!" Marchesa yelled.
I didn't know what she was talking about so I asked.
"You're dress! It's glowing! Look!"
I looked down and my dress was glowing and the glitter was sparking like
the champagne I was sipping. I just felt super confident. A couple of
shirtless waxed chests joined us and started grinding on me. It was like
a Kimmy sandwich! OMG! I felt so red in the face. Marchesa was laughing
and taking video.
"Omg you better delete those!" I yelled.
She just laughed and gave the "ok" sign.
We danced and sang to all the songs. I think she was impressed at how
many songs I knew the lyrics to. It was the most I've ever danced in
heels. Marchesa wanted some water so we found us a seat in the club
which is lucky enough. She kept pointing out guys in the club asking me
if I thought he was cute or if I'd "do him". Marchesa pulled me back on
the dance floor once the DJ played Ariana Grande's 7 Rings.
"I love this song!" She screamed. "I want it, I got it!"
We danced, we sang, we laughed at each other, we took some more shots,
and we shook what our mamas gave. It was super fun! This DJ was the
best!
"I need to pee!" She shouted.
I followed her to the ladies room. After waiting in line for what seemed
like forever, we were finally in. I had never actually been in a public
restroom as Kim before let alone the ladies room. It's a different world
in there for sure. Definitely a lot cleaner and prettier than the men's
room. A big group of tipsy girls left as we got in. I found an opening
at the mirror and went to primp and adjust while I waited for M. I
noticed I had a text from Mr. Hotpants asking me how I was doing. OMG MY
HEART HE IS SO SWEET! I told him we were at a nightclub and that I'd
call him when I got back. He texted back and said, "OK!" then requested
we send pics.
I suddenly got a rush, like butterflies fluttering again. I showed
Marchesa the text and she held her heart and melted.
"He's so adorable!" She said. "Well, let's send him one girl!"
We tucked ourselves away in a corner off the outside patio area. There
was much better lighting out there and it was nice to get some air as it
got a bit stuffy with all the cologne in the room. I gave M my phone and
went to pose but I totally forgot how! I was so nervous for some reason.
I just really wanted it to look perfect for him.
"Just be yourself, sweetie!" Marchesa said pointing the camera at me.
"You are gorgeous."
That brought out the glowing girl in me.
"There she is!" M said snapping away.
"YASSS girl! That's the one!" She said excitedly.
M was totally right! The picture was perfect. The lighting was perfect
and she got my whole outfit. I quickly sent it to Dalton who quickly
replied with "GORGEOUS KIM!!!!" That made my head swell even bigger and
I guess it showed because M commented that I was blushing!
"Oh my gosh girl, look at you!" She said. "He's got you fluxxed!"
We got back to Marchesa's around 2 in the morning. My legs and feet were
definitely reminding me of all the dancing I did. It had been a long
time since I wore heels that long. It's a funny thing being a girl.
Earlier, I couldn't wait to put my face on, slip into my sexiest dress
and heels and dance till the world ends. But when we returned home, I
could wait to get it all off! But as they say, beauty is pain honey.
I let the hot water run over my tender body. The steam embraced me as I
nourished my skin back to life. The only thing that would have made this
shower better would be Dalton joining me, but that's another diary
entry. After a thorough lathering of lotion, I joined Marchesa
downstairs.
I made us some tea and we sat on her very comfortable and plush sofa to
watch some bad late night rom coms. We started talking about things and
eventually the sound of the TV was just background. I told her how much
fun I had that day and how it was a total dream come true for a girl
like me blossoming.
"I'm so happy you came!" She said. "I miss this!"
"Me too!" I hastily agreed.
"We need to make this a thing." She said.
"Who would have thought this would have been a thing a year ago?" I
said.
"I wish I knew sooner!" She exclaimed. "So wait, when we were kids, did
you know?" She seemed really interested.
"Oh yeah for sure." I said. "It was soooo hard to keep it a secret."
"I can imagine!" She replied. "So like, do you wanna transition or..?"
"I think about it all the time." I said. "I feel like I would be more
like... complete if I were a woman, you know? It's something I've always
wanted! I just don't know how the people I love the most would take
it..."
"Then you should live your truth, hon." She said. "I'm sure they'll love
you regardless. If this is what you want then go after it girl!"
"Does your Mom know about this?" She tiptoed.
"I haven't come out to her yet..." I said. "But I think she might know
somethings different about me..."
"Yeah Moms always know." She said. "She's always been a sweet woman who
would love to have you as her daughter."
That thought brought a smile to my heart. She grabbed my hand and held
it. "I will be here for you. I won't let you go through this alone."
My eyes started to well up. I hugged her and cried for a little. "Love
you M." I said wiping the water from my eyes.
She was absolutely right. I know I shouldn't let others define me, but
it's such a scary thing to acknowledge. Change is hard for me. The irony
here is that's all I do is change. Why is being myself such a hard thing
to do???
Topic Change! We started talking about Dalton. My handsome cute funny
gorgeous guy. I told her all about our first date and how I've been
living with him these last few weeks. I told her how it's mostly been
intimate, but I've noticed him doing more boyfriendy things for me
lately and how much I've enjoyed that.
"I mean he is gorgeous so I can't complain." I said.
"So... do you love him?" She squinted her face and smiled with intrigue.
"Well, we haven't said it to each other yet. I think we're still
figuring out who we are." I said. I continued to tell her how he makes
me feel wanted and desired, like his queen.
"I love how I feel when I'm around him." I said. "Like it's magical...
and scary all at the same time! Like he pushes all my right buttons."
"You have this glow when we you talk about him." She said smiling with
glee.
We talked and talked just about everything long into the early dawning
hours of the morning. Before long, there was the glimmering of morning
peeking through the blinds of her living room window. I couldn't believe
we stayed up all night! It was like those summer nights in high school
when we'd stay up all night watching movies or chat about our friends.
This time, though, it was girl talk.
We were supposed to do brunch that morning but thoroughly slept through
that reservation. We decided to to do lunch at the fancy mall near her
complex, maybe do a little shopping after (ok we did a lot of shopping).
We were walking through one of the big department stores checking out
the gorgeous jewelry. M wanted to get some nice earrings for later in
the evening. We had booked dinner reservations at this cute little wine
bar we drunkenly stumbled on the previous night so we wanted to look
fancy. She found some darling gold pearls with a small diamond stud in
them. I commented on how gorgeous they were.
"You like these?" She asked. "Let's see how you look."
She held them up to my ears. They were so pretty!!! I wanted them. But
there was one problem. My ears weren't pierced!
"You should really get your ears pierced." She said. "These look really
lovely on you."
She was right, especially if I wanted to look this darling all the time.
The sales assistant must have picked up on the scent of a doe eyed trans
woman grazing on her glass territory admiring all the shiny and sparkly
pretties and was primed for the sale.
"We can take care of that here for you if you'd like, Miss?"
"Oh I don't know M." I hesitated, checking the reflection in the mirror.
They really did look darling and I just love sparkly things! Oh what to
do!!!!
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"You May feel a little pinch." The sales assistant replied.
"Wait.. you're thinking about it?" Marchesa asked.
"Yeah..." I said.
That's when the sales assistant made the sale!!! EEEEEK!!!
"Those really are lovely pieces and you look so darling in them." She
said. "They definitely were made for you."
SOLD!
Two little pinches later and I had my first ever piercings! I couldn't
believe I just did that. The sales assistant clasped the shiny and
sparkly adornments on my ears and I felt just darling. I just couldn't
help but notice them in every reflection. I know it sounds vain, but I
felt this was a big step for me and I wanted to enjoy every moment. I
could not have done this without my bestie M, though. I feel more
empowered now than I ever have before now that I have a sister to walk
with me and help me take those big steps.
I had a bit of a revelation that evening. I had just finished getting
ready to head out the door to that cute wine bar in the gay district. I
was wearing lacy black lingerie and stockings under a little black
peplum dress that I paired with my neon pink closed toed heels. I had
just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the way out when it hit
me. The light just reflected off my gorgeous earrings. I took a minute
to breathe it in. Who was this girl taring back back at me??
She was gleaming with confidence. A new look for her. ?
You've got this, girl!
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