Signs: You're in Trouble

I'm absolutely dreading this post. When I saw what my Big sis has done, I felt ill, helpless, and doomed...

It all started with this clothing demand. When I first started dressing, it was all about quantity as a way to explore. So I'd visit sites like eBay looking for lots of clothing on the cheap. In hindsight this may not have been a great idea as I usually pick a lot of clothing based on really wanting one or two items amongst the pile. And after being somewhat selective as time went on, I now have a pile of girls clothes but I really only like a small fraction of them.

So why am I telling you this? In one of the lots, one of the tops that I considered a throw in had a cheeky slogan on it. I can only assume this girl had grown up and wanted to get rid of some of her more... rebellious clothes. Let me be perfectly clear: In no way does this shirt describe me, my personality, or my sexual orientation. In fact, its quite the opposite. So years later when my Big Sis started to insist on more types of photos, I sent her pics of the various clothes I had. I certainly did not want her to know about this shirt, but I must have accidentally gotten it in frame or I missed cropping it or something. She's been holding this top over my head for the longest time. I guess for her, she just wasn't going to be denied her cruel fun.

Usually, she'll torment me with something really bad (like this shirt), and I have to beg and plead and compromise on other things to try and limit the damage. That's right; the pictures you usually see here are not as bad as originally envisioned by my Big Sis. But not this time. She insisted over and over on this outfit. There was no negotiation. Period. She didn't budge on a thing. I had to wear these items specifically. And I had to hold up a big piece of blank paper. And she wanted it right away. I tried to delay things by asking her for specific poses and such, but it wasn't any good.

So, I got ready and when the time came to take the pictures I had to think of how to hold this sign. I didn't know what I was doing, and I wasn't enjoying the passing minutes in the getup. So, I just took pictures of any pose I could think of. I figured if one of the poses pleased her, then at least she wouldn't make me get in this getup again and redo the pictures... and then probably punish me on top of it.

So once I sent her the pictures, I had to sit and wait. My mind would race with thoughts on people seeing me in the shirt and getting the wrong idea about me (which based on the comments I get, I'd say my Big Sis has been very successful at giving people the wrong idea about me). Then, my mind would go sick trying to think of what she was possibly going to superimpose on that blank piece of paper. But, my Big Sis disappeared for a while. So, after almost a week, I forgot about it... and that's when I heard from her.

I'll admit that my mind had thought she would be crueler... but, when she told me to post them to multiple locations, that's when the real feeling of dread settled into my stomach. All I can ask for is that you please don't say anything disgusting in the comments and please understand that my top does NOT describe me, my personality, or my sexual orientation. She made me wear it in order to maximize my humiliation and emasculation.

... Give Me Something Good to Eat!

Hey peeps!


I hope you've had a very fun and safe Halloween weekend.

I remember running up to houses and shouting Trick or Treat... Give me something good to eat! And then a friendly neighbor would come out and gush over my costume... well actually they'd usually ask because it's so cold here by Halloween that you had your costume on underneath your heavy winter jacket, gloves, and toque. But, what matters is that they'd send me away with my treat-filled pillow case ever so slightly heavier. As a kid, October 31 was always circled on my calendar.

You have have noticed that I haven't been updating much lately. My big sis has been occupied by other things and has left me quite alone. So awesome, right? And you all better be happy for me too. The last thing I need is people on her side; she's bad enough all by herself. So when the cats away... uh, the mouse gets cheese... hmm, dish and spoon take off... er, Chrissy doesn't have to do humiliating post blogs. You get the idea!

Of course when Halloween was coming up, my big sis sent me a couple quick emails to make sure I couldn't get away with anything on today. No army man costume, superhero outfit, or cowboy getup... Well, she didn't say that specifically but she implied I had better get dressed up. And that was it... no costumes picked out... no poses sent to me as examples. Just a note saying I better have a costume for Halloween.

So what was I to do? I mean, I don't think I want to be a girl... er, I know I don't want to be a full time girl... I mean, I don't want to be a girl! But, here I was with no force, no guidance, not even a real threat of punishment if I didn't comply.

But, so what? I mean this is the one day of the year where people dress to pretend, right? Big jocks dressed as geeks, the quiet girl dressed like a sexy kitten and the cute kid dressed like a scary vampire. This is the day where people dress as who they aren't. So, in a way... it kinda makes sense that I got a girlie costume, right?

And it wasn't that bad. I mean, without my big sis trying to put me in humiliating outfits and poses that are over-sexualized for a girl, let alone a guy. Without the humiliating context that big sis put on it, I didn't have that feeling of dread that would sit in the pit of my stomach with every flash of the camera.

So I got all dressed up. Not with some horrible costume or with the intention of getting candy and not under duress. I got dressed in a feminine costume that I picked out. And I took pictures of poses. Not ones that my sis picked and I worried and freaked out over. I took pictures of poses that I came up with. I've even still in the costume as I type this. I mean it's still another 2 hours before November comes so it's ok, right?

Of course being all grown up, I can't exactly go out and get some free chocolate and candy. Yet, with each passing minute of October 31 and my brain just starts to focus on sweets. Gosh, I REALLY need to wrap my lips around something right about now...

Spread Dread

Hello dedicated reader,

So, I guess my big sis was pretty happy about the response I got to the lingerie pics a couple posts back. But, now she think that this other pic she made me take isn't getting enough TLC from eyes other then hers and mine. Of course, it was never mentioned to me that this pic would be for public viewing. She just threw it in with the other ones and said I better take a pic of each pose. So, here it is... *sigh*



And just as proof I'm also posting the original picture so you don't think I just come up with my own poses or anything. Typically the way it works is:

• My big sis and I will chat
• She tells me to go visit a link
• The pit of my stomach drops and I get scared and nervous
• My heart sinks as I see the image associated to the link
• Big sis coolly describes my outfit while I try and protest
• Sometimes she'll describe difference she wants me to do from the pose
• She'll point out some Sword of Damocles she has hanging over me that cinches that I'll do the photo as she instructs

Wash, rinse, repeat for every photo you see of me.

So lastly, I didn't get a lot of responses to my last post. And I don't want to bore people with my Vegas story if that's not what you're interested in reading about here on the blog. So, if you do want to hear it, please put a comment in the previous post, and if not, keep doing what you're doing and I won't bring it up again.

It'll (Pedi)Cure What Ails Ya

So I'm back from my Vegas Vacation. I still have my shirt so I guess that means I survived. So I have a couple more things to discuss about. On one of my last days I went to the Carnegie Deli and got a two-pound deli sandwich.

So before I get a slew of childish comments in reference to this...
- Yes my mouth was watering when I saw all that meat.
- No, I could not fit all that meat in my mouth.
- Yes, I found the meat tasty and delicious.
- Yes, it was too much meat for me to handle.
- Yes, I felt absolutely stuffed from putting all that meat in my mouth.

So, now that those are out of the way, I'm hoping not to see any immature meat puns in the comments.

The other thing I did was get a pedicure before I left. Yes, a pedicure... with nail polish. I was always curious about what a pedicure would entail and what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right? So, I got one at a TG friendly salon that was close to my hotel. In fact the owner was a MtF TG person herself. The pedicure was very relaxing and soothing. After walking the Vegas Strip for the past week, it was a great cap to the vacation. I got it at the A Harmony Nail Salon and I'd recommend it in a heart beat.

So I might still have a story or two from Vegas, but I'm thinking the slogan should refer to at least something I did there. Maybe if there are enough comments, you can pry it out of me ;)

Beware of Imitators

Well as you can, my big sister's tentacle-like reach was even able to get me on vacation. I did not want to take that last picture on previous post, and I especially wasn't going to post it. Anyways, not too much to report on the vacation front except to say that I'm on a steady clip of completing every deadly sin.

My big sister did have one thing for me to pass along to you all. In a previous post, you were supposed to comment on which photo pose you wanted me to take. Well... thanks to your indecisiveness I had to take all 3 poses. You're supposed to be on my side, remember??

Well here it is... please comment.

Sinning in Sin City

I know it's been a long, long while. I was getting ready to go on a trip to Las Vegas! Full disclosure: I actually booked the trip to meet another CD who was supposed to show me around, but about a week before the trip, she stopped emailing me... so, I may not be dressing during this trip.

I'm been here 27 hours, and I've seen a lot!! I ate a $100 dinner, lost another $100 at the casino, saw my first Vegas show and showgirls show and seen some weird stuff on the monorail!!

More disclosure: I have not had this much to drink in one night since I was in high school, it's easier to find alcohol here than water.

The show I saw was called: Sin City Bad Girls. It was a neat first show to see. The female singer rocked and the Sin City girls were gorgeous. They looked so confident and sexy on stage despite the minimal amount of clothing they were wearing. I totally plan on seeing more shows while I'm here.

So the monorail... A very drunk couple got on the same monorail car as me. The guy looked in rough shape and the girl seemed very angry about that. Before we got to the next stop they both passed out! One of the better free shows I've seen ;p

Do any of you have any suggestions on things to do while I'm here??

Like y'know... whatever

So, my big sister chatted to me online a couple days ago. We were having a pleasant, real conversation which I found great... and then she had to bring up what I was wearing...

So, yes I opened the box and yes it contained the lingerie and yes I've had to wear one of those garments everyday.

So that day I had on the white satin and lace chemise. After she had her giggle... which by the way feels like a punch to the stomach. She so "innocently" asked me what I liked about it. Which is the equivalent of asking what was your favorite part of your root canal. When I said the one thing that I thought was best, that wasn't good enough. She continued to ask directed and biased questions until there were a few things that ended up being in the "like pile." She then said that there's a blog post right there... and she managed to snag me into one of her traps again. Ugh!!

So here is the stupid list of things I "like" about my white satin and lace chemise:

• The satin is white and the lace accents are black so it looks like a very beautiful garment on its own.
• Besides the pj set, this item provides the most coverage to my body.
• The feel of the satin against my skin.
• The way it slides against me as I move.
• It shows off my legs nicely.

I think it should be obvious which "like" is actually mine.

She also demanded that I show three potential poses that I should do in this garment. And you guessed it, she had the examples all loaded and ready. I got no say or input at all. So, I don't know we'll call them poses 1, 2, and 3 respectively.


In no way have I agreed to take a photo in the winning pose and I promise you I will fight tooth and nail on this. I'll let my sis have her day in the sun by letting you vote, but she can't just take and take and take. So vote for one of these poses, OR vote for the happy 4th option which is to stand with me and tell my sis that I shouldn't have to take photos I don't want to.

Pandora's Parcel

So when I came home today there was this evil brown box delivered to me. It seemed just like every other brown cardboard box put through the rigors of the postal system... but this one is much more sinister.

There is no special marking on it.  The company name isn't emblazoned on it like other boxes, but this had an evil 3 word company describing where this package originated from.

I didn't have to open it.  I knew what was inside and so do you.  We've discussed the contents already on here.  And now it sits on my table, isolated and unopened.  I don't want it infecting other parts of my apartment.

Once that parcel is open, if my sister gets her way, those will be the items I wear consistently at home for the foreseeable future...

Does anyone have any ideas on how to get out of this??  If you're on my sister's side what do you think I should wear first?

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.