I wish I had a Christmas party to go to this year, and I’m not talking about my male persona. I, Stefani Lara, would love to go out, rocking a cute Christmas dress, and enjoy a night out with the girls. I would love to drink champagne while nibbling on canapés and living my dream life. … Continue reading
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My quiet month
I’ve kept a low profile this past month. I haven’t had too many opportunities to dress up in November. One, November is National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo, and I took up the challenge to write a fifty-thousand word novel in thirty days. I won the challenge, as I have every year I have participated … 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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