After the misunderstanding and the fall out resulting from my reaction – check out my previous post -, I created a way for you, as the reader, to contact me. I’d love to hear from you, since I would like this to be a conversation instead of soapbox or some narcissistic vanity project. I posted the … Continue reading
Author Archives: Stefani Hinojosa
The mask and the illusion of privacy
I’ve been discovered! I’m a little uneasy about it and I’m unsure what to do next. Let me explain the situation. I was at work on Monday, when a gentleman walked into my place of employment. Since it’s a retail establishment, I asked if he needed help. He asked if we carried something, to which … Continue reading
Glasses et al
I know I’m just nitpicking, but I really need some glasses. The black frames you see are really just a pair of reading glasses I use to take pictures, but I can’t really see out of them. The other pair, my real pair, I use while in boy mode. I can see out of them, … Continue reading
A tale of two blogs
I’m a blogger. Well, actually I’m a writer who blogs. It’s how I survive, how I take these kernels of thoughts and ideas and nurture them into something more. Sometimes they’re profound, sometimes they’re silly. I’ve bared my naked soul to the world. It began simply as a way to cope with a break-up, and … Continue reading
The transformation
The ritual begins with a quick shower. Depending on what I plan to wear, I may shave my legs, or I may decide against it, but I usually do. Even if I’m just wearing jeans, I like the feel of pantyhose on freshly shaven legs. And yes, I usually wear pantyhose, even in jeans. I … Continue reading
Two years and counting!
It’s my anniversary today! Before you start with the congratulations, let me explain that two years ago today I started this blog. It was an inauspicious start to be sure, but it did start me down the road I’m now on. If you want, you can check my first post here. Two years later, I’m … Continue reading
A case of the blahs
Tonight’s the first time in over a week that I get to dress up, and I ain’t feeling it. I’m sitting here, in the apartment, and I don’t feel sexy or beautiful. I feel blah all over. I think the drab color I chose is affecting my mood. Don’t get me wrong, I love the … Continue reading
My journey so far
I thought it would be fun to see the progression I’ve made in the short time since I first got back into crossdressing late last year. What do you think? Continue reading
My first adventure
It may seem trivial to everyone else, but that first step out of the relative safety of the apartment is daunting. There’s security to be found in the confines of that self-imposed prison, of sequestering yourself behind walls of plaster and paint, hidden from the world without, no one seeing, no one knowing the identity … Continue reading
The price of me
I wish I had money. I’m not talking about a couple of hundred or even a couple of thousand dollars. No. I’m talking about the obscene amount of wealth that makes us lowly commoners sick with envy. I want so much money that every one of my desires could easily be bought, my dreams realized … Continue reading
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