Afternoon T-Girl

Hello,

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.

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.

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.

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.

I 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:

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.

Has my tummy, clean-shaven legs, and or painted toes elicited  comments like HAWT, mouth-watering, or cutie? 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.

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.

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.

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!

(That pretty lady is Katlyn Suzuki)

Gimmie (No) More

Hello all,

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.

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...

10... 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.

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?

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!













Still reading huh?? Figured I had another countdown to talk about? Well you're right...

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.

We have just lost cabin pressure...

Best Served Cold?

Thanks for all of your comments on my series.  Each one counts... well until they get to three (not including mine).

So my sis wants me to post something and I refuse to do it.  She's been trying for the last couple days.  She's pulled out all the stops; threats, guilt trips, pouting, pleading... even negotiating which is something she never lets me do.

And despite all that I have refused.  Maybe those hormones are working just as I intended.  Well to a degree.  She said that my disobedience means that I am a bad girl and as such I should be spanked.

Which if you check the results of the poll, is no longer in the lead.  So, I don't think being spanked is relevant anymore, but my sis insistent.  So whatever, I've decided to post this picture and hopefully that will end her mood.

Hrmmm... maybe the hormones are just putting me on a time delay instead.

Paper or Plastic bonus

Again, thanks to all of you for your comments. For those of you that care, I got the Satin and Lace Babydoll in Violetta.

So, yes there is one more post. I know that seems odd because my sis said that I only need 5 pieces. And I would have been happy with any number less than 5 (including throwing lingerie away to get into the negatives), but I got a promo code. Long story short, if I spent a few more bucks to reach another threshold, the total would end up being cheaper than leaving the order as is. So, I got one more piece. And while yes, I know how some of you are going to react, my thinking was that if I have to buy this stuff, I wanted it to be the cheapest possible so I had more money for masculine things... plus, my sister said I would have to wear these items everyday, so it's not like another piece is going to change the length of time I have to wear all of these things anyway. So, here it is. This isn't the last piece I picked in case you were wondering, this was the piece I wanted to avoid the longest.

Cool satin gets hot in a racy teddy design with sexy open front, sparkling lace and front tie. Accented with lace, back crisscross ties. G-string back. I fail to understand how anyone reading that would then want to purchase this item. They'd literally freeze their butt off in a getup like this.

Anyways, this item comes in Black or Pucker Pink. I don't think the color makes a difference to someone like me in a getup like that.

So that's it. These are items my big sister wants me to wear everyday to sleep and lounge around in. What do you think? Which is your favorite? Did you think it made sense for me to buy an extra item? Should we start a pool on how soon I catch ill from overexposure? Please comment, comment, comment.

Paper or Plastic part 5

Thanks for all your comments on this to date.  It's nice to know you all have an opinion on what's going on one way or the other.  Because there were three comments on the last post, I'll let it be known that I chose the Satin and Lace Chemise in White.

So moving right along... I think anyone could agree that all the purchases I've revealed to date would be more than enough for a girl, let alone a guy who's being forced to wear them.  But, my big sister had a minimum of the number of pieces I was to purchase so there's more.  That's how mean my sister is; when she comes up with a humiliating idea, she always has to take it up to an unbearable level.  Anyways, here is another item I had to purchase:

A little bit romantic, a little bit racy. Smooth satin is accented with delicate lace and feminine triple bow detailing. Sexy side slit.  Another one of the items that my big sister picked out. 

It comes in White, Something Blue, Violetta, and Fredericks Pink. Please comment on which color you think I picked or which color you want to see me in.

If you ask me this item is completely impractical.  And for once, my big sister agreed... and that why she insist I pick it?!?!  Now, you would all have to agree that I'm in the right and she's in the wrong.  My sister's intent with these is so that I can "sleep in and wander around the house" in them.  Ludicrous, right??  We'll just see what happens.  Hopefully by the time they arrive, my big sister will have forgotten and moved onto some other hair-brained idea.  What do you think?

Paper or Plastic part 4

So my humiliation continues.  You would think that those pieces are more than enough for my big sis to drive her point home.  We've only hit the halfway mark. *Sigh*

So continuing on, the one item that my sis seemed to really push, I think she suggested it no less than three times was a satin and lace chemise.

Bring a little old school glamour into the boudoir. This shimmering satin chemise features beautiful lace insets at thigh and bust. Adjustable straps. Side slit. Low X-back.

Well doesn't that sound just fantastic. *Eye roll*

This was clearly made for someone who has curves in all the right places.  That's obviously something I don't have.  It's going to be silly, but my sis just doesn't listen to reason.

It came in; White, Teal Tide, Blueberry, Fredericks Red, Black, and Pink Pucker.  Have a mentioned just how much tougher it is to make these choices when they name their colors this? There is just no letting up on the humiliation.  But again, please I ask for comments on which color you think I picked or should have picked.

Why anyone would want to see a guy wearing this, I have no idea.  But, I thought if I got it maybe my sis would be nicer to be down the road.  Time will tell.

So please, please comment on my posts.  I do read every comment posted and I have to admit it's nice to know people are reading what I write.

Oh, and thanks to those who commented.  The colors I picked were, Tutu Pink for the Halter Chemise and Fredericks Red for the Satin Romper.

Paper or Plastic part 3

I see no one commented on the last one.  I hope that's your way of protesting this silly lingerie idea that my sis came up with.  But, no comments so I won't reveal of what color I ended up getting yet.  Of course, if that changes I'd be more than happy to reveal what color I picked.  Plus it would really help me as my sister's rule about how your comments are related to my... personal satisfaction is very much in play.  I think it amuses her to no end.

I alluded that the choices get worse in my last post, so here is today's reveal of the lingerie I had to purchase for myself:

Again, the site describes this item as such: Sleek and sultry, this satin romper gets a provocative edge from sexy open sides and an open back. Halter ties, back hook-n-eye closure.

The colors available were: White, Teal Tide, Blueberry, Fredericks Red, Black, and Pink Pucker.  So which one did I choose??

Absolutely humiliating.  No man should be wearing this!  He should be smiling as he unwraps his beautiful girlfriend who is wearing it.  I can't believe that I am going to have to be wearing this items on a regular basis soon enough.

I picked it because it's a romper and I'm pretty sure a romper means that the bottoms are like attached shorts or something like that.  And based on the items I still have left to reveal, something with bottom coverage is going to be very important to me.

And, in case you didn't notice all these items are of a satin material.  My big sis wants these items to be and I quote, "completely sensual against your skin." I will admit that since I've had to keep my legs smooth, I've noticed the feel of fabrics a lot more. And yes, satin has a very... nice feeling.  But, girls wear satin not guys.  Girls wear satin because they want their skin to feel that way and to have someone touch them through that.  Am I right?  Can you please explain this to my sister as she wont' listen to me!

So please comment and explain to her why girls wear lingerie and guys don't, I'm counting on you!

Paper or Plastic

Sooooo crushing.  I chatted with my big sister on the weekend and she was quite pleasant on the one day.  I should have known better.  She mentioned something to me and I didn't think too much about it as I was wrapped up in the main focus of our conversation...

... I should have known better.

She had us pick lingerie together.  So you'd think that as she's a girl and I'm a guy, it would all be for her, but it was the exact opposite. And let's just say she had a very specific criteria that the lingerie had to be.  So I tried to pick reasonable things, but she shot them all down for one reason or another... until there was very little to choose from.  But, here is a glimpse of just how cruel she can be; once, she basically shot down everything reasonable she said I had to pick out what I wanted from the rest... like it was my choice.  As if...

Then she said I could pick whatever color I wanted.  She didn't say it, but she didn't have to: As I had to "pick out" the ones I was to purchase and having to mull over the color choices, she wanted what I ended up getting to be "my" decision.  Even though it wasn't in the least, I know she's going to use it against me in the future.

So, she said I had to pick out 5 pieces and talk about it in my blog.  So, I figured I'd post one at a time, so we can talk about it and you can comment on the item.

So the first item is a three-piece PJ set:

The description of the item from the site: Because every girl needs options. This smooth, sexy satin set features a cami accented with lace, ribbon ties at the front and sides and adjustable straps. Matching PJ pant and short. I feel ill at the thought that I'm going to have to wear something for feminine.  But, I figured at least there was pants, right?  That should make it a little less humiliating at least.

The color in the photo wasn't available.  My choices were; Garden Green, Lavender Orchid, or Tiger Lily.  I'm curious as what color you think I picked.  Please state so in the comments, and if enough people guess, I'll let you all know in the next or future post.

I just felt sick as I had to order this, but as I see it again here in this post and me telling you, I am humiliated beyond all belief.  Based on past comments, I doubt this will happen, but I'm hoping, hoping, hoping there will be comments talking about how boys shouldn't be wearing such feminine things.  I mean, half of the allure of lingerie like this, is the soft, curvy, feminine body that it's on.  It's not the same when a strong, bulky, and built body is put into garments of this nature.  Am I right or am I right?

Prize #2

This is for Al Fitzgerald's comment:

The party is packed. I am utterly humiliated as my big sister made me dress up in a schoolgirl uniform to some party her friend was throwing. I knew it was not a costume party by the way she was dressed and I was the reason for many stares and looks when we walked in. My big sister had this look of utter triumph on her face as her friends flocked around her, my attire and broken spirit was obviously the topic of conversation. I tried to keep to myself and stay out of the way, but as the hours dragged on many more people showed up.

To get away from my sister, I fled to a dark and seemingly quiet corner of the party. To pass the time, I sipped at the spiked punch all night long. Things were fine until a man bumps into me. He towers over me, his gaze was one of domineering confidence that was only slightly glazed over due to the drink in his hand. I blush and look away, hoping he'll just get back to the party. But then I feel his strong hand touch my upper thigh. I look up scared. I try to slink away , but I was cornered up against the wall. My eyes scan the room and while it seems like no one was paying any attention, my eyes did find my big sister and her cackle of friends.  They are staring right at me and her expression relays that I am not to embarrass her in front of these people tonight.

I look back at the man just as he was leaning in and his mouth finds mine. I attempt to push him off, but his arms encircle my small torso pulling me closer. He squeezes and as I feel the air push out my lungs and past my lips, his tongue slip into my mouth. The sensations were too much for me as my resistance slowly comes to a stop. My big sister had put me in chastity for long lengths of time, so stimulation of any kind was physically welcomed despite what my head was saying. Before I knew it an audible moan escapes my lips, and that's when I hear the crowd giggle and laugh at me. I look past this man to see everyone staring at us, with my big sis and her posse right in front. She was whispering something to the man... and before I knew it he put my hand on his jean zipper and was dragging me out by the wrist towards the center of this crowd of eyes.

My hands could feel his massive erection through his pants. His hands were guiding mine to assist in undoing his pants. I was shaking from nervousness and so confused as to what was going on, I didn't even notice that my big sis had pushed down on my shoulders until I was on my knees in front of him.

It's all a blur until his massive erection is staring me in the face.  As I feel his hand against the back of my head, I snap out of it.  I whimper and fight against the pull of his hand toward his cock.  He is too strong as the space between my lips and his phallus grows depressingly small.  I can hear the crowd behind me as my lips touch the glistening head of his cock and it's no time before it's slipped past my soft lips and invading my mouth and throat.  My big sis leans down and whispers encouraging words into my pierced ear.  Despite my reluctance, my tongue, lips and hands slowly begin to work.  To my big sister's delight all the practice sessions she made me do pay off and I soon look like an eager and willing girl.  I feel this man's meat grow, harden, and twitch in my mouth.  After what seems like an eternity of having his huge cock in my mouth he suddenly pulls out.  I look up at him stunned as to what's going on when I feel the first thick stream hit my face.  I hear my sister above the crowd and camera clicks as another thick rope hits my face, the taste of his dick still on my mouth.

Prize #1

This is for Melina:

Melina and I clink glasses as we share a toast. We were having a "girls" night in and we decided to start the night off with a drink or two. After we finished off a couple drinks we decided to play dress up. I went into my room and stepped into the school girl uniform that Melina kept begging to see me in. I was embarrassed to put in on, but I figure I owe it to her.

After putting on a little fashion show we went from the couch to the floor, the drinks having an obvious effect.  Melina seemed to be a little more than tipsy.  I leaned up against the wall, a small smile creeping onto my face.  The drugs I slipped into Melina's drink making it hard for her to stay awake...

I hardly notice Melina start to stir as I scramble around the room.  I try and cram closed an overstuffed suitcase when I look over and see Melina's finally stirred.

"Hey sweetie... I'm sorry about this, but I can't take it anymore..."

I'm not sure if she's noticed that I'm not wearing her closed with a ball cap pulled tightly onto my head.  I start to hear Melina start to struggle against the ropes I've tied her up in.  She is starting to mumble about what's going on and why did I tie her up.  I come back over to her ans stuff a pair of panties into her mouth.  I go and make adjustments to Melina's new outfit; the schoolgirl uniform I was wearing earlier tonight.

"This is for the best.  I'm sure my big sis doesn't care who her tormented little sister is... just as long as she has one.  I just can't take it anymore; the feminizing, the submission, the humiliation... but you'll do fine, I'm sure of it."

I kiss her softly on the forehead, my gloss leaving a shiny little mark on her skin as I whisper for her to be brave as I hustle out the door pulling the suitcase with me.  Soon, the drugs I hidden in the panties knock out Melina again...

I nuzzle my head up against Melina's to wake her.  she slowly comes too.  Her eyes find mine; my eyes are very sad.  I find her eyes look me over and see the thick collar on my neck, the pink ball gag expanding my lips and the short chain that fetters my feet.  Once she looks at herself she'll see that expect for my bonds we're wearing matching uniforms, me in pink and her in lavender.  A leash extending from my collar leads to my big sisters hand.  She tugs on it encouraging me on, a look on cruel victory on her face,

"Go ahead Chrissy, seal each of your fates..."

I look down in utter submission as I crawl over to Melina.  I look at her sadly before slowly bringing our lips and ball gags together...