tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63628314563657149172024-03-05T19:01:46.949-07:00The Adventures of Shy ChristinePoor Chrissy is being forcibly feminized. Will she retain what little is left of her manhood? Stay tuned!Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-57473669987704847342013-04-15T00:00:00.000-06:002013-04-15T00:02:25.396-06:00#ChrissyingSooo... long time no see. to be honest, I wasn't sure if I was going to post on here again. But, something on the Internets happened and I just had to post something.<br />
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It probably wasn't a big deal where you are, but it was a big deal in Canada. Anytime, celebrities and hockey are seen together it gets <a href="http://www2.macleans.ca/2013/04/10/and-just-like-that-rihanna-creates-hockey-jersey-wearing-pant-less-fashion-trend/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">national coverage</a>.<br />
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Basically, Rhianna sent out an <a href="http://instagram.com/p/X22vMDhM7i/#" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">instagram</a> of her in a hockey sweater of the Ottawa Senators and... well, not a whole lot less. No big deal, right. Whelp, when it comes to hockey, us Canadians are a <a href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english2010/sports/2011-06/17/c_13934376.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">little</a> <a href="http://www.theepochtimes.com/news/6-5-31/42187.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">bit</a> <a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/nhl/story/Montreal-Canadiens-fans-riot-after-Game-7-win-051310" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">nuts</a>.<br />
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If you blinked, you missed it; Suddenly the hashtag <a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=%23rhiannaing" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">#Rhiannaing</a> is blowing up in Canada and <a href="http://www.silversevensens.com/2013/4/9/4207226/rihannaing-the-newest-trend-for-ottawa-senators-fans" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">people</a> are jumping on Rhianna's latest fashion craze.<br />
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And after seeing all the copycat pics floating on twitter, inspiration hit me. I have a hockey sweater (every Canadian does, eh!), I don't have to wear pants, and I... er, I can doll myself up. I could totally take a #Rhiannaing photo. And, I think in a way, I kinda had to, right? Who else was going to put a forced fem spin on this? So, I found the two Rhianna photos and I did my best to imitate them.<br />
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First up, is the original instragram photo that Rhianna uploaded that started it all: <br />
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I don't have a white piano waiting for a photo op in my place, but I did my best to keep the spirit of her pose:<br />
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If you thought Rhianna took the pic before completing her ensemble for the night, think again. She was pictured out on the town sans anything south of the 49th, if you know what I mean: <br />
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Now, walking while concentrating on the ground is something I can do:<br />
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So? What do you think? Did I pick the right circumstance to make a return? Did I do #Rhiannaing proud?Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-8817010442245632382012-04-02T00:38:00.002-06:002012-04-02T00:58:10.632-06:00Across the (Miss) UniverseHi folks,<br />
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Long time, no see. Sorry about that. I know this blog isn't exactly your first choice for commentary on greater social and political topics, but this post might have to be the exception that proves the rule.<br />
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For those of you who couldn't tell from the title, I'll be writing about the Miss Universe headlines coming out from my home country of Canada; our Miss Universe representative, Jenna Talackova, was <a href="http://news.nationalpost.com/2012/03/28/petition-seeks-to-reinstate-transsexual-miss-universe-canada-finalist-jenna-talackova/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">disqualified by the Miss Universe organization</a>. They state, "she did not meet the requirements to compete despite having stated otherwise on her entry form."<br />
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The specifics of which requirements Miss Talackova did not meet are undisclosed. Based on her photo, it's hard to figure out which requirement she doesn't fulfill:<br />
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Maybe the fact that Miss Talackova wasn't born female is the failed requirement?<br />
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I'm not going to argue about the rules set forth by the Miss Universe organization. The pageant is not a democracy. It's a private business enterprise and they can set whatever criteria they assume will maximize their profit and brand equity. There are lots of aspects about beauty pageants that come into direct conflict with our rapidly maturing society and this is just one of a vast multitude.<br />
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What I want to write about is the letdown I felt from my own country.<br />
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When I first saw the headlines, I was extremely impressed that whatever body decides on Canada's representative not only allowed a transsexual to compete, but deemed her our best shot at winning the Miss Universe title. I had thought that my country, one that I'm proud to say has a strong belief in diversity, had turned the corner in understanding and truly accepting the trans community.<br />
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A large part of this belief had stemmed from an article I had read last summer. A Calgary, Aberta radio station put on quite a sexist contest to award someone a $10,000 breast augmentation in 2011. <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/jarrah-hodge/breast-implant-contest_b_906004.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The listeners of the station turned the contest on its head when three-quarters of the votes went to a transgendered woman named Avery</a>. In 2009, that same province, in an attempt to stem the rising cost of health care, <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/edmonton/story/2009/04/14/edm-alberta-transgender-legislature.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">delisted SRS as being covered</a>. I had thought that despite that 2009 decision, the conversations and understanding that grew from it, led directly to Avery's win, and perhaps in some way contributed to Miss Talackova's win as well.<br />
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It was only when I later learned that Miss Talackova had lied on her application to the pageant that reality started to set in. A quick Google search of "Jenna Talackova" will provide you with images of a very beautiful woman. But, this woman felt the only way she would be able to reach her goals, or even be granted the ability to compete, was by lying about who she really is. She was not someone who was always ashamed of her past; she competed in the 2009 Miss International Queen pageant.<br />
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The majority of the news-breaking articles here in Canada made it seem as if the Canadian committee had approved her, yet it was the overseers of the pageant in America that had disqualified Miss Talackova. A sentiment that plays right into most Canadian minds; the accepting and tolerant Canadians yet again turned away by the Americans and their behind-the-times social politics. Yet, this was not the case. It was, in fact, the organizers on the Canadian side who dug more deeply into Miss Talackova application after awarding her the win.<br />
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But, in my mind at least, the news media (thankfully) was against this course of action. They were pointing out the injustice of this act. They were rallying behind Miss Talackova and the transgender community... right? I saw that a left-leaning newspaper had posted a link to a video of news personalities discussing the issue. Surely, this would be the tip of the sword towards the equality and social understanding the transgender community in Canada was seeking... right?<br />
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That was when my jaw, and my heart hit the floor. The male personality trying to show his elevated sense of equality, but that quickly erodes with every detail about transgenderism discussed. The end result is he visibly becomes more and more uncomfortable with the topic. The female personalities initially demonstrate a contempt for the harsh judgmental nature of pageants. Yet, their call for rule changes dissolves completely at the prospect of having to actually compete with a man and instead, the majority of the time is spent expounding on the ways in which it's unfair to let men compete against women. In. A. Beauty. Pageant. Sadly, I have a feeling that if the majority of Canadian news personalities were put on the spot to provide their opinions, the conversations would turn out much the same.<br />
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I have total faith that a very smart and dedicated journalist will study, research and provide a truly fair and representative story of the broader transgender issues in this country that Miss Talackova's tale is but a symptom of. But that story has yet to be told. And it won't be for at least another couple weeks I'm sure. By then, it'll be too late. The Canadian conscience will have forgotten. There will be another candidate chosen and announced. She'll look just as stunning in an evening gown and swimwear. She'll have been born a woman. Most will think that on an International stage, this was the best resolution for Canadians; safe and uncontroversial. Sorry for all the trouble, eh.<br />
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It shouldn't matter all that much (and we'll get back to our regularly scheduled programming soon, I promise). I mean, nothing's really any different than before Miss Talackova competed. It's not like they added discriminatory rules, they just enforced rules already in place. But, it feels so much worse. Because for the briefest of moments, my country said this dream could become a reality:<br />
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... and then they took it away.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-21736681340352295052012-02-20T17:17:00.005-07:002012-02-21T01:30:16.010-07:00No Comment *Updated*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I fought so hard with my Big Sister to not make me post this.<br />
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I know what this looks like. I really don't want to hear about it. Please, I would just like to move past this.<br />
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Just this once, let's just not say anything and move on.<br />
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Please.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><b><i>*UPDATE:</i></b> What Chrissy failed to mention was that this is a still from a video. She doesn't want to post it... for some reason she finds it embarrassing... but if she's 'agreed' to post it if this post gets enough attention. She's never had more than 22 comments and she doesn't think she's that popular. What do you think? Want to see it? Here's what it takes... so if you've been lurking, now is the time to step forward.</span><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Anonymous comments don't count</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">It has to be 25 different people commenting</span></li>
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<br />Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-68360734350626270472012-01-06T01:02:00.001-07:002012-01-06T01:03:34.561-07:00Wishy WashyWell... "thanks" so much for all your "helpful" comments requested by my Big Sister. She says I have to post ten of them as my wishlist. If she's telling me to do it, and it's composed by your comments... how is it mine?? I went ahead and assumed that comments with multiple parts should be broken out into different wishes. At least give me that. Not that it really helps... Anyways, here's my "list"<br />
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<li>I wish that my Big Sis would let me be a he again.</li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> I wish Santa would give me a new wardrobe.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wish to be a famous rock or pop star, having lots of young men drooling after me.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> I wish I could ask Santa for a spanking.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wish Santa would give me more sexy slutty female cloths to dress up in to better practice the oral and anal arts.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> I wish for bigger boobs so I can give tit jobs.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wish for more training in the oral and anal arts to better pleasure a male suitor.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wish for a handsome male suitor.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wish I could show you pictures of the men I want and explain why I want them so badly.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wish that I could finally admit that I like men.</span></li>
</ol>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-67075023568434237732012-01-01T02:01:00.001-07:002012-01-01T02:02:08.740-07:00Twas the Night Before Chrissy - Part Four<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Chrissy needs ten Christmas wishes and she has to choose from suggestions in the comments, so let's brainstorm some fun ones for her! </div>
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<br />Chrissy's Big Sishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716127379472680262noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-77450215602293314782011-12-27T21:56:00.000-07:002011-12-27T21:56:54.052-07:00Twas the Night Before Chrissy - Part Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Colline earned this verse for the group with her comment on verse one! Want to make Chrissy take another photo? Show your appreciation! Five is the goal...Chrissy's Big Sishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716127379472680262noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-48579136230792011012011-12-26T20:54:00.002-07:002011-12-26T21:01:36.261-07:00Twas the Night before Chrissy... Part One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3uFSj6yfCl22lT-zBOwX9pwHd1282qwcOuzC5XpuS4YfhCy0lPq54EMSLyZCCp0RckzbB1Kt5L4bMTUVwAEq1CxMS2-4irGXIsJ6h_Eob379bGarpxAgiD8xs8ACg_gYufMFjBwJ0lg/s1600/verse1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3uFSj6yfCl22lT-zBOwX9pwHd1282qwcOuzC5XpuS4YfhCy0lPq54EMSLyZCCp0RckzbB1Kt5L4bMTUVwAEq1CxMS2-4irGXIsJ6h_Eob379bGarpxAgiD8xs8ACg_gYufMFjBwJ0lg/s400/verse1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690652250252937890" /></a>Chrissy's Big Sishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716127379472680262noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-40452405409542716222011-11-01T01:28:00.001-06:002011-11-01T01:29:50.219-06:00Cheap Trick or TreatHey all,<br />
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First off, I know there's been some crazy things happening lately, so hopefully wherever you're reading this from you and yours are safe and sound.<br />
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So I haven't been on here much lately. I hope you were all happy and excited for me cause that meant that my Big Sister wasn't making me doing horribly feminine things... Of course, October 31st is a bit of a different animal. I think she disappears around this time on purpose. As Halloween creeps closer and closer without hearing from her, my stomach starts to twist. I hold out hope that I won't have to dress up or at least I could go and get a male costume... but, what if she contacts me at the last minute? How am I going to get a costume on short notice? How do I pull it all off? What if she doesn't contact me? Does that mean I don't have to dress up for Halloween? Ever again? I mean if she doesn't want me to dress up for Halloween, maybe she's finally grown bored of me... but, the pit in my stomach grows wider. She's going to expect me in something. Maybe this is a test? What's worse; dressing like a girl when I didn't have to, or feeling the wrath of my Big Sister for not dressing up when she expects me to?<br />
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I wasn't going to do it. I was going to make a stand. Do you remember last year? I got punished for dressing up even when she didn't say anything?!!? I shook a little at the evening got later and later. With a whimper, I gave up... I slinked into my closet and started to pull through my feminine things to put together a costume.<br />
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But, not all was lost. If I was going to dress up, then I was going to pick up costume of MY choosing. It was going to be an image of what kind of girl I would be if I HAD to be a girl. This was not going to be girl-girl. This was not going to be pink. Not cutesy. No dresses. I was going to be cool. Powerful. Bad-ass. Ok, ok, the idea for my costume had come to me a while ago. A while ago. It wasn't for Halloween specifically, but I kept it in the back of my mind in case my Big Sis ever asked for my opinion. Plus, when I had to browse for girl stuff, my tastes seemed to skew this way. What kind of girls today are cool, powerful, and bad-ass?? Rock chicks of course!<br />
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Of course a lot of costumes could be for a rock chick, and I wasn't about to buy a meat dress, or a bubble dress, or some crazy galactic orbit dress. Of in order to pull it off, I thought I'd try and set the scene with a collection of poses:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/6301100017/" title="Found by the paparazzi 1 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="Found by the paparazzi 1" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6111/6301100017_7d40da8ef0.jpg" width="174" /></a></div>Is it just me or does it seem that more often than not, the Paparazzi tend to sneak up on unsuspecting celebrities from behind? But, they don't just sneak up on them, they also seem to take a pic from the back too. It's like back-up proof in case someone the celeb flees. It's like there version of the spotting Bigfoot picture. Figured I need one of these to make me seem rock star-ish.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/6301630706/" title="Found by the paparazzi 2 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="Found by the paparazzi 2" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6059/6301630706_66050fbe76.jpg" width="154" /></a></div>Of course being a rock star, I don't want to be caught by the Paparazzi. So naturally, my hand has all but thrown out all evidence that this is a photo of me. But why don't I want to be photographed at wherever I am?? I mean, I probably just came out of an orphanage or I just handed over a large novelty cheque to a charity I support... right?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/6301100447/" title="Found by the paparazzi 3 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="Found by the paparazzi 3" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6301100447_b2e0d1d36a.jpg" width="182" /></a></div>Yeah, I took an extra one. I'm a huge rock star so I have extra Paparazzi following me. Plus, I could get into the idea of obscuring my face in photos. Should be a staple in all future poses my Big Sis make me take.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/6301630390/" title="Celeb call 1 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="Celeb call 1" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6218/6301630390_06120372c9.jpg" width="148" /></a></div>And of course, even when I'm in one place, I'm really somewhere else. The important life of a rock-star celebrity. And naturally, because I'm being photographed I need to pretend to look bored. After all a rock star obviously much more important than whoever is on the other end of the line.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/6301100171/" title="Celeb call 2 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="Celeb call 2" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6052/6301100171_dbfab52fb9.jpg" width="195" /></a></div>Unless of course the person on the other end is an underling. Than the rock star must be giving directions to this person to get things done for them in their important lives. Yup, clearly chatting with one of the many Personal Assistants to keep the rock star live running on all cylinders.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/6301100991/" title="At the show 1 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="At the show 1" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6116/6301100991_e7e014d855.jpg" width="206" /></a></div>This is me at the show rockin' it out for all my adoring fans! Some of them would consider me a hero. A hero who plays guitar. I bet they'll even make a video game about this rock star some day!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/6301630940/" title="At the show 2 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="At the show 2" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6213/6301630940_4d7b3cc1e8.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>Bad-ass, mama jamma! I taught Slash this pose.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/6301630776/" title="Band promo pic by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="Band promo pic" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6104/6301630776_b44d65e555.jpg" width="310" /></a></div>All rock stars have that pose that while is obviously been rehearsed and burned into their muscle memory, is supposed to tell everyone this is how they are just naturally cool and just about the scene. Plus, it always makes for a good album promo photo. Or something.<br />
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So that was me on Halloween. Cool, right? I mean, it's like I've built a whole persona or whatever. You so totally like this as opposed to the ridiculous stuff my Big Sister had me doing, yeah? I mean, you're totally hooked on this alternate persona. I can tell. I think you should comment and let my Big Sis know you're more interested in seeing more about this new persona and any of the silly stuff she was coming up with. Plus, I haven't thought of a name yet for this new bad-ass girl side. Comment and give suggestions for a name. I was going to go with Moon Unit Zappa, but that didn't seem original enough.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-86831278258938382312011-08-10T21:29:00.002-06:002011-08-10T22:13:03.942-06:00Slow and SteadyHi folks,
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<br />I hope the summer is treating you well! It's been an up and down summer for me. For the most part my Big Sister has left me alone (yay!). But, when she does bug me it's... been... different. She's been more demanding. It's been less sisterly and I've become more like a toy. Something to be toyed with at her will without a voice or opinion of my own. I don't know if she just has these needs to assert absolute dominance over someone and that's when she seeks me out. Or (hopefully) this is the early stages of her getting tired of me and she'll soon leave me alone permanently.
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<br />Anyways, her humiliating task for me this time was to put on my most emasculating heels, put myself in a very specific pose and then have to weave a "fantasy" involving that pose for you all on this blog. Now, as you all know by now, she's not very subtle and she was trying to make it obvious what kind of fantasy she was looking for.
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<br />Too bad for her I'm still just as smart as ever. Just because she doesn't like to treat me like an intellectual doesn't mean I still can't thwart her. So, without prolonging the (minimized) damage, here's my completed task:
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<br /><del>So, it's quite simple really. I'm a tortoise. I'm a tortoise who was wearing pink heels... 'cause I'm heading out to the bar... called the Hard Shell cafe. Anyways, as I'm walking to the bar, my panties get snagged on a rock and fall down my tortoise legs. Feeling the unusual draft, I look back to see my panties have slipped down one leg. Because I'm looking backwards, I don't see I'm walking towards a dip in the ground, and I slip and tip over onto my back. And I'm stuck on my back struggling to right myself.</del>
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<br /><b>She's on her back. Her breath is heaving and ragged, her chest rising and falling to the rhythm of her desire. As the panties slide down her leg, she dangles them off her foot. Her smooth legs lift, spreading automatically. She's waiting there. Waiting for you.</b>
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<br />Aaaaaaand scene. There we go. Quite the fantasy if you ask me. I think you can chalk one up for Chrissy over Big Sister on this one. Peace out.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-66087727609906617152011-06-06T23:42:00.003-06:002011-06-07T11:20:58.330-06:00When is a Lesbian Not a Lesbian...Just like any other conditioned subject, the thought of having to write another post fills me with dread before I've even hit the "Publish Post" button.<br /><br />It's been a busy time for me. And for different reasons, it's been busy for my big sister too. So, lucky for me there hasn't been a request from her to take pictures lately. And no pictures means no posts here. So you're thinking how lucky and fortunate I've been this past little while. I can see why you'd think that. I would think the same thing. But, sadly you are mistaken.<br /><br />Maybe she took exception to the fact that I defined our sisterly relationship in the last post. Or maybe she just feels a need to make me wrong wherever possible. So, she's taken it to a little beyond sisters. She's had me pleasuring her. Awesome, right? I mean, an awesome, amazing goddess wants me to pleasure her...<br /><br />... only it's never that straightforward with Big Sis. She's wearing a strap on while I pleasure her. So it's guy and girl action. Only the guy has to pretend to be a girl. And the girl is wearing a strap-on. I would still say this falls under the category of lesbian action, though. Maybe not the best label for my ego, but certainly not the worst.<br /><br />But, it is getting worse. She calls it training. And I'm not allowed to refer to it as a strap-on. Despite her attempts to try and twist and manipulate the situation, this is what I'm picturing in my head...(at least most of the time):<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.me-me-me.tv/images/2007/09/purple-penetrator.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.me-me-me.tv/images/2007/09/purple-penetrator.jpg" /></a></div>I don't know how many genetic girls read this blog, but I could use their help for a little peace of mind. These kinds of situations could come up innocently, yes? Maybe at a slumber party or whatever. Some curious experimentation between friends or what not? Please tell me this is typical female behavior, and I'm just not use to it.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-61946883351435867022011-04-12T00:29:00.001-06:002011-04-12T00:35:13.927-06:00Stepping Back Into This...Hi All...<br />
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I've seen all your comments, over the past months. I guess thanks for those that were concerned something happened to me. Blissfully, for the past three months or so, nothing happened to me that would concern this blog. But, just like being ripped from a deep slumber, my Big Sister decided to check up on me. And you all know what results from that... I'm back here posting.<br />
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Now, going through comments and notes sent to me while gone. I want to address a few things:<br />
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First, and most importantly, my Big Sister doesn't get exactly get upset when I don't post on here for long. You see, these posts, pics, girl things... they aren't my idea. They are hers. If she doesn't tell me to do it, I don't do it. I don't like this blog. I hate, hate, HATE being forced to publicize what she makes me do. Yes, I have curiosities about girlie things, but I never wanted to take it this far... and I certainly never wanted to share my explorations with anyone beyond my Big Sister. Sorry, but I'm just not a real spotlight kind of person. So a lack of posts has to do with a lack of direction from her. I know you're to say that's really submissive of me, and I can't argue that. My Big Sister has me wrapped around her little pinkie toe.<br />
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Second, some of you think my Big Sister doesn't exist. She's a figment of my imagination. Perhaps you think I spin my adventures from mutually consenting to forced fem? Or maybe, you think I made her up completely to try and justify my sissy pictures? Well I promise you she's real. Though, we haven't actually met. Our interactions and friendship is entirely online. I admire and look up to her. Our chats can be serious, goofy, girlie, argumentative, or naughty. We can talk as equals or not so equals. Kinda sounds like how two sisters would get along, right? But no, she's not ACTUALLY my sister. I hope you've all figured at least that out by now...<br />
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And I know, I know; how could I be manipulated by someone who's not physically there. Honestly, I don't know exactly how it got to this. I admit, I had cross dressing fantasies and they skewed towards forced feminization. So what? I've also had fantasies about screaming in a library and never acted on those. My Big Sister and I chatted, and when I would mention something, she'd push. And she'd push again. And again. And when I'd give an inch, she's demand a mile. And then she asked me to take a picture. And then another. And then one with my face in it. That was it. Just like out of a story, she could now manipulate me at will. Add on that helping of adoration, fast forward a bit, and here we are.<br />
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So why would I tell you all this? The real reason for this post (yep, I'm long winded). With the very innocent, curious little-sister nature I have, I asked her if she had any tattoos? I figured that was a reasonable topic of conversation. She was coy, but upon reflection I think she was just teasing my curiosity in order to set me up. Eventually, she would consent to revealing the where and what of her tattoo. Only she couldn't just tell me, she wanted to show me... by putting an image of her tattoo on a picture of me. Now, I knew this could be bad; whenever she suggests a photo opp, it's never as it seems... But, what little sister wouldn't want to match her Big Sister? The next thing I knew, she had me with my legs shaved, toes painted, posed and pictured. All for the sake of seeing her tattoo. I never did get to see her actual tattoo. But, in exchange I had already promised to post the photo of it:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I guess she has a rose tattoo on her ankle. Nothing super unique or crazy. I had to jump through all those hoops and that was the big secret. Do you understand what I have to go through now???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">... and no, I don't actually want a matching tattoo. And no, I don't want any kind of girlie tattoo. So do NOT comment with tattoo suggestions... or suggestions of any kind really. If there are no comments than it's like no one saw this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I posted this to appease Her. As far as I know, no one will ever actually see this. No one saw this. No one saw this. No one saw this...</div>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-12186098104723899472011-01-10T21:12:00.001-07:002011-01-10T21:14:22.244-07:00You Say You Want a Resolution...Well, Happy New Year...<br />
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Bah... if you ask me, what's so happy about it? I mean, this year started just like the last one left off... it's like they just flowed from one to the other and nothing's really all that different. It certainly isn't between me and my Big Sister.<br />
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The year wasn't even 2% old when she informed me of her latest scheme. She had me do one thing and then totally turned it around into something else. I was trying to start the year on the right foot, try and get on her good side, but I guess she doesn't really care. The result of her stupid little trick is that I now have five resolutions for the year... and that I had to tell all of you what they were. Like you even care. I'm sure you're all too busy with your own lives and resolutions to be concerned about these ones of mine that I have no desire to fulfill or even attempt to complete.<br />
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<ol><li>Smell more feminine</li>
<li>Less body hair</li>
<li>Speak a little higher and with less forcefulness</li>
<li>Focus more on weight loss than muscle tone</li>
<li>Smoother body, especially hands and feet</li>
</ol>Even if I wanted to complete any of these, and believe me I say I have no desire to, I wouldn't even know where to start. I don't think anyone would. I think instead of looking at where she could push me next, I think she could just as easily be happy and content with what she's done already. I mean, surely seeing how far I've come should satisfy anyone's blood lust.<br />
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*sigh* I mean this is how I looked to close 2010 and ring in 2011. At some point, enough is enough, yes?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/5344557407/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Christmas 2010 C by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="Christmas 2010 C" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5344557407_0c764b0596.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-26028919498409840322010-12-30T15:30:00.001-07:002010-12-30T19:16:26.983-07:00Are You Not Entertained???Do any of you think before making comments on my post?? Did you not realize, that maybe one of these days my Big Sister might read them and then ACTUALLY react to them. Really?!? I should be punished. The pictures were a failure. I took initiative people!!! If I didn't do those photos, there would have been nothing posted, and ergo, there would be no failure and nothing to punish.<br />
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Look... I'm not trying to be mean... but, you don't know my Big Sister like I do. She doesn't read the sarcasm or the playful teasing in your comments. She reads an opportunity and then she can direct my ire at you all instead of her. It really is bad enough trying to battle her twisted logic, please don't add fuel to the fire. And she... controls me. I can't really fight her in a battle of wills, because she knows how to get exactly what she wants from me. I use to be able to negotiate and at least keep some taste to these things, but lately it seems like she has it all planned out in her head and anything I say regarding it is immediately dismissed. I mean, these are my pictures. It's me and my image and reputation at stake every time the camera clicks; shouldn't I have some input into the process and output??<br />
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Maybe one day I'll figure her out, and we'll be on even ground again... but, until that happens I'm at her mercy. So, just please, be careful about what you say. And for those who were calling for punishment or redo or whatever... here's your pound of flesh. I hope you realize that with great power comes great responsibility... 'cause my Big Sister hasn't<br />
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Despite all of you insisting to post comments even when I ask you not to, I had thought maybe my "Big Sister" had finally grown tired of this little game and decided to move on. She went AWOL for a while, but alas she returned.<br />
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My "Big Sister" left me to my own devices to try and come up with something appropriate for Halloween. Now, her idea of what's appropriate differs widely from mine, so I was lost in terms of what to do. I scrambled around, desperate for something. I came up with something I figured would work, a bunny costume that was more cute than overtly sexy.<br />
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I took the pics without the slightest idea of what poses a bunny girl would do, let alone a girl or a bunny. But, then the clock stuck midnight and the black magic of Halloween was finally lifted, I realized I'd made a serious error: I forgot the most critical aspect of my costume, the ears. On top of that, the poses I struck didn't show the second most critical aspect of the costume, the bunny tail... so, all I really had was me in girlie stuff, doing absolutely absurd poses.<br />
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You'd think my big sister had some taste for quality. You thought wrong. Apparently, she'd rather just humiliate me through quantity over quality. So, here's the disastrous pictures of a bunny costume that wasn't. Sometimes once a year is too often...<br />
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Commenter Jake asked if I was a Victoria Secret or a Fredrick's of Hollywood girl. Well, first off Jake I'm not a girl. Second of all, I am a Canadian and so neither Victoria Secret or Fredrick's of Hollywood exist in my city... until two weeks ago. My fair city was picked to be the first one in Canada to have a brick and mortar Victoria Secret store. Here's a pick from the opening:<br />
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HA!<br />
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A brick and mortar store doesn't change anything for me. I only get girlie stuff because My Big Sis forces me to. That usually involves her sending me a link to an online store, and that's fine by me. I wouldn't be caught dead in a lingerie store. I can barely stomach walking through the ladies section of a department store!<br />
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Plus, Canada has its own lingerie store (with online shopping): La Senza. La Senza is now owned by the same company that owns other brands, like Victoria Secret and Bed, Bath & Beyond, but it originated in Canada. So, question answered<br />
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Though, this all raises a question I have. How did my Big Sis know any of this?? She must have known something... how else to explain the outfit and poses she made she do?!!?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/4946619933/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Bra and Panties 4 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img alt="Bra and Panties 4" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/4946619933_b6edaa89b5.jpg" width="278" /></a></div>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-87218433751614398012010-08-05T23:46:00.001-06:002010-08-05T23:47:40.424-06:00These have clearly been doctored...Just like the <a href="http://gossip.whyfame.com/britney-spears-heavily-airbrushed-on-cosmopolitans-cover-5743">Britney Spears cover of Cosmopolitan</a> that's clearly been manipulated:<br />
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This photo that I'm being forced to post is obviously not really me. My face was airbrushed on. I would never ever let myself be posed in such a lewd manner.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6nMGZ_JjT59KJ9qv1td1v4Kjqej57IIXwqe2aimGOJh7hIv5_EZ2SSIn3FxT31Ze86kteBi93ZwBvjra_j35sXx0_AQ7XCddAR9FM8YI3oAC-9C0EXEZyPnbJ5xF2__pJhXKu4ZGoMs/s1600/stripping_cu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6nMGZ_JjT59KJ9qv1td1v4Kjqej57IIXwqe2aimGOJh7hIv5_EZ2SSIn3FxT31Ze86kteBi93ZwBvjra_j35sXx0_AQ7XCddAR9FM8YI3oAC-9C0EXEZyPnbJ5xF2__pJhXKu4ZGoMs/s200/stripping_cu.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Let's just move on. I don't want to talk about it, so I don't expect there to be any comments.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-86707576931730802872010-07-05T23:59:00.000-06:002010-07-05T23:59:12.414-06:00Afternoon T-GirlHello,<br />
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Long time no blog. But, if you know the reasons behind why I usually post, then you'd know that a long absence is usually a good thing for me; I didn't have to do something girlie at my Big Sister's insistence.<br />
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But all good things must come to an end. I guess my Big Sister decided that I wasn't depressed enough and insisted that I have to dress up and take photos. Now you'd be disgusted by the outfits and poses she was proposing. Thankfully, I caught her in a good mood or something, because I was able to convince her that wearing a tasteful dress and doing more lady-like poses was the way to go.<br />
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I realize that looking at the photos now that it probably isn't to my benefit to state that I negotiated to take these photos, but you have no idea how bad it could have been. Plus, my Big Sis has a way of saying she agrees, but then it manages to sneak in a few things that are not exactly what I thought we agreed upon. Anyways, here's the shots... pray for me that there won't be any more for a long time.<br />
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Also, do not comment on this post. Let's show my Big Sister that you don't support her decision to do this to me and that it should stop. If she thinks no one is looking at this stuff, then I'm hoping she'll realize she's not getting attention and move on to torment someone else.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-61736581175437618762010-04-18T23:12:00.003-06:002010-04-18T23:16:26.829-06:00I am such a Princess? (The answer is no)So, my big sister thinks I'm not posting enough here and said I have to post something. She said I had to post that specific title (I added the punctuation and what's in the parenthesis), and she gave me a list of specific words I have to use and relate to the title. This is silly isn't it?? I mean, this is supposed to be a blog; a running log of MY thoughts and not some forced writing exercise. But, whatever. She says something bad will happen if I don't do this... so here goes:<br />
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I have to have my dreamy sleep on pink satin every night. So you'd think that would point towards me being a princess, but I'm certain princesses get to decide what color and type of material they get to sleep on. So based on the fact I have to sleep on those things, means I'm not a princess.<br />
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Has my tummy, clean-shaven legs, and or painted toes elicited comments like <i>HAWT</i>, <i>mouth-watering</i>, or <i>cutie</i>? Yes, they have... so you'd think that would make me a princess... but wrong again. Princesses were locked up, and when they weren't they were always seen in a formal, regal, and proper manner. In order words, you'd never have been able to see their tummies, bare legs, or toes. So, the fact that you've all seen mine yet again proves I'm not in fact a princess.<br />
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Lastly, princesses are boy-crazy. They have to be, back then a princess was used as an asset. They were married as part of a strategic alliance more than anything else. The worst thing that could happen would be for a princess to displease her new husband in some way, and put the alliance between her husband's people and her blood-relations in jeopardy. So they had to be "boy-crazy." And obviously for those who know me or have had the chance to read my posts before my big sister goes in and edits them, I do not like boys. It's just not my thing. I adore women and that's the gender I'm crazy about.<br />
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So that's that. I'm more than certain you'll be able to figure out which words she made me include in this post. And despite those, I was still able to write my true opinion.<br />
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Lastly, she said I had post a related picture. So fine. I'm guessing when you saw the title of my post, you were all probably thinking you'd see a tgirl princess. Well, you are... it's just won't be me! HA!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs5ZeiP5VwneM-cWe7Iwhc7OMOM-Pgr1N7oSZcQkqgBdeuobzUYa1zb99KiCAWbh7LGeKCFwVPgI14cCSl3HCzdY4607PmaAE0m0OX7s2kIr6xDzDQqK9fBLAhfLup6UBX9T2ZuDN7C8/s1600/1320944573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs5ZeiP5VwneM-cWe7Iwhc7OMOM-Pgr1N7oSZcQkqgBdeuobzUYa1zb99KiCAWbh7LGeKCFwVPgI14cCSl3HCzdY4607PmaAE0m0OX7s2kIr6xDzDQqK9fBLAhfLup6UBX9T2ZuDN7C8/s400/1320944573.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(That pretty lady is <a href="http://katlynsuzukycps.blogspot.com/">Katlyn Suzuki</a>)</div>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-77747854311314239482010-03-09T22:41:00.000-07:002010-03-09T22:41:14.909-07:00Gimmie (No) MoreHello all,<br />
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Sad, horrible, terrible news. My big sister got one of those very, very, VERY bad ideas into her head. She thought it would be hilarious if I had to have Britney Spears as my role model when I took some pics. She picked out a picture of Britney's I had to emulate and made me listen to one of her songs while I got ready and took the picture. Let me tell you dear reader, nothing could be more humiliating or humbling than having done this. After my exposure to her, I can promise you that she didn't win a fan here.<br />
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Anyways, my big sister didn't think it was good enough to just make me take the pic, she thought it would be funny to create like a mini-poster. Ugh, I feel Toxic...<br />
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You have all these lovely people paying attention to you!<div><br /></div><div>You should be totally excited about all this attention and enthusiasm for your growing cuteness!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>So what should we make her do next? Offer some serious suggestions and it just might happen. </div><div><br /></div><div>And to reward all of you for your continued visits and attention, here's a little candid shot of our pretty victim from one of her blonde days. Doesn't she look like she's having fun?</div><div><br /></div><div>Chrissy's Sis </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5lkENGj__chiLYxtMooQXUYpyGW3pb8HH8Cp0sau5cnzNSg76RRj5JmWw_4Cu5HlEao99tcBEts48Gk7EslcRKRpPAsYGvTZy9pO23K9a8uJOMafxwpH1nonP3RqB6Zb6L3ZHgRhcVQ/s200/Finger1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439798695491166194" /></div><div><br /></div>Chrissy's Big Sishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716127379472680262noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-91325513481657243542010-02-15T00:05:00.006-07:002010-02-16T23:07:53.536-07:00Fun Days in Your PJ'sHey all,<br /><br />I've been getting pressure by my Big Sister to post something here. So, I figured I'd go back to finding pictures on the web of outfits I like. So here's one from <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">the only place I seem to shop these days...</span> Victoria's Secret:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrklnWXLst1UTaynFgnOdoO5qv8QXlWzfokoXwHca_k6EG7lycsATJgFNtWxB_BnsxGUJLL0hJH9mj7p7suE7CVAEVat9WFMAv2kGIg1CmnXrZQsXSB0AfSjZDp6sw4I31Yuiy3OAXDLo/s1600-h/V291489.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrklnWXLst1UTaynFgnOdoO5qv8QXlWzfokoXwHca_k6EG7lycsATJgFNtWxB_BnsxGUJLL0hJH9mj7p7suE7CVAEVat9WFMAv2kGIg1CmnXrZQsXSB0AfSjZDp6sw4I31Yuiy3OAXDLo/s320/V291489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438365524506863522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I really like this outfit because it looks practical, warm, and still <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">SUPER</span> sexy. I love her little bracelets and her not quite perfectly together hair. The top is super cute, with the top being cut just that little bit too low and the hem of the shirt ending just a little bit too high. Her pants are an adorable shade of pink, too.<br /><br />While lingerie is great and all, I would have absolutely nothing to complain about if I was snuggled up <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">like</span> a girl wearing that on Valentine's Day. Wouldn't you agree? <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Let me know if you'd like to see me in this outfit... or offer your own suggestions.</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-17211897248378412002010-01-19T19:07:00.000-07:002010-01-19T20:28:52.674-07:00Ad ConfusionHey all,<br /><br />Good news, my big sister hasn't been bugging me for a while, so I haven't had to dress up fully for a while. Yay!! But, I figured I should do some sort of post up here. I was flipping through a magazine. There's no need to state the name of the magazine or what type of content it focuses on, but I found a striking advertisement that I thought I would share.<br /><br />It's a two page ad, where on one page there's one part of the ad, and then you flip the page and there's another ad for the same product.<br /><br />So on the first page there is this image:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punmiris.com/images/secundar/o.8972.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 546px;" src="http://www.punmiris.com/images/secundar/o.8972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So you see this beautiful girl who, with her hair and holding an over-sized bottle of the perfume, looks almost like an innocent fairy or pixie. She looks just as delicate and feminine as the design of the perfume bottle, which is a tipped heart with a pretty silver charm.<br /><br />But, then you turn the page and see this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mimifroufrou.com/scentedsalamander/images/bebe_ad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 526px;" src="http://www.mimifroufrou.com/scentedsalamander/images/bebe_ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now, maybe due the circumstance my big sister has put me into I'm more sensitive to this... but the way the bottle and her hand is positioned, it looks a lot like she's... uh, y'know!! Now, I could get into a big discussion about sexual symbolism, but I'm guessing no one reading this is interested in that sort of discussion. But, in an ad that's about perfume in which there is nothing masculine in frame, a simple pose and placement of product changes everything. It's quite a different message than the first page and for whatever reason I could not stop looking at this ad. So I guess it worked...<br /><br />Then again, I haven't purchased the perfume so maybe it didn't!Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362831456365714917.post-40616283837317433322009-12-31T16:04:00.000-07:002009-12-31T17:01:46.968-07:0010... 9... 8...Why do countdowns always start at 10?? I mean, in order to not miss the countdown, if you're watching TV, you end up watching for like hours and if you're not watching TV, it takes way longer than 10 seconds to turn on the TV and find the channel and then its too late.<br /><br />Why do they show you other people celebrating their countdown in other timezones? Is it so we can confirm nothing bad is going to happen to us at the stroke of midnight? And what do the people who live in the timezone that strikes midnight first watch? Do they watch the people who live in the latest timezone celebrate New Years from last year?<br /><br />And did you know we have overlapping timezones? For example, people who live in Honolulu and the Line Islands clocks will look identical, but the calendars in the Line Islands will be a day in the future? How is that even possible?!? So if you're from Honolulu, give my fondest farewell to 2009 and this past decade. And if you're from the Line Islands, won't you please let us know how 2010's doing? And all of you, no matter when you're going to be ringing in the New Year, I wish you the very, very best for 2010!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Still reading huh?? Figured I had another countdown to talk about? Well you're right...<br /><br />So, there was another item that I was counting down and that was how many followers I needed until I reached 50. I reached it a couple weeks ago, and to the delight of my Big Sis it has kept going. So, yes I was able to get release and I thanks you all so, so much for that! But, you'd think being locked up would be humiliating enough to satisfy my Big Sis, but absolutely not! She made sure I was all trussed up like a girl, and I had to catch the moments of escape on camera for public display. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to be finally free, with all sorts of thoughts spinning in your head, but at the same time your senses are bombarded with your feminine self. I hope these pictures are worth you counting towards this goal, because I already cashed in my prize.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/4232523996/" title="belt off 2 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4232523996_731cbc8c4b.jpg" alt="belt off 2" width="256" height="500" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shy_christine/4232523658/" title="belt off 1 by shy_christine, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4232523658_1840c4b6e2.jpg" alt="belt off 1" width="365" height="500" /></a></div>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13396346520498383902noreply@blogger.com8