I was so young and will never forget that day.My mother had so much lingerie.The lilac color sheer vintage nighty and matching panty(barely)was a favorite.in the closet were wigs and heels.it was so much greater than waking up on Christmas Day

Happy Thanksgiving bitches !

A poem hoping many of you will relate,tell me if you relate. Mirror to my soul,don’t flinch- Show her:the girl the glass denies. Lashes like dusk on velvet skin, Cheeks brushed with dawns first rose surprise. Beneath the lie of broad,hard lines she arches-swan neck,lilac throat, breasts soft as secrets,hips that shine in satin light no stranger wrote. The world sees stone;a few hearts know the mirrors truth:her feminine glow.

My first wig,I had it professionally tailored to me

I’ve had this fantasy where I’m catering/serving food snacks and drinks to a group of men at a superbowl party and tending to their needs.see I can care less about the game never cared for it .I would have so many different outfits to wear throughout the night while serving drinks.The playboy bunny outfit,the French maid,the geisha.I would see to it that they have a great party

I could wear this babydoll all day and night

I’m monster friendly

Being chased by a monster