Noxvictum
06-23-2009, 02:36 PM
Hey folks! Sorry for the extended absence, but such is life. Nothing bad, but it's been something. Getting ready for school again... yay... At least it beats working.
Anyway, So I've been back from my Mom's for a couple weeks. For the most part, didn't do too terribly much because my little brother's been getting into serious trouble. Mostly just hung around the house, confused. Definately strange being a visitor in my Mom's house, since there's no chores associated with it. Having nothing to do doesn't feel quite right, but it's a great feeling sometimes.
There wasn't much warning when it came time for the makeover. I only knew when a couple hours in advance. Mom only allowed one of her friends over instead of 5. Her name's Candy (seriously), and apparently she spent some serious time on her drag queen and crossdresser friends (mostly the former). Learned what to put where, not much else. But it's a start. Wasn't much in the way of trying on clothes, I don't have a whole lot, and I'm fairly small, and Mom's friends aren't, except one. But she's off being a new mom herself. After a bit, I started getting all the usual questions from Candy. Even though she's been around it a lot, she never really asked why. I figured since she took the time out of her day to help me, I may as well be honest, even on the really close to home questions. Mom didn't ask a single question, but she didn't really look like she cared about the "why." Then again, she's only ever asked "why" once, and I didn't have an answer, so she left it at that. Of course Candy brought up a good point, and it's been running through my head since. She asked how I intended to CD. Just at home, every now and then, blah blah blah. I didn't have an answer, but she said there's nothing wrong with that. I'm still quite young, and I have a clean slate in a new place. I can do whatever the hell I want (and I have, with in reason of course).
Not quite the end of the story, though. I get home, and I'm truly concerned what I'm going to do with myself. Still playing around with the idea of bartending somewhere en femme or something. Anyway, I'd been back, and hadn't really dressed up. Day before yesterday, I couldn't sleep a wink, and had been dying to dress up. So I did. Well, about 6am, I'm outside smoking, wondering when everyone else gets up. And soon get my answer, as two of them come out. I wasn't exactly expected. I'm generally asleep till noon, so it was weird on a few levels, I guess. Only momentary confusion was had, and only by the male roommates. The lady of the house liked my shoes and skirt. So yeah... only limits I have to worry about are the ones I set. So I've been asking myself every day, what's stopping me?
Anyway, So I've been back from my Mom's for a couple weeks. For the most part, didn't do too terribly much because my little brother's been getting into serious trouble. Mostly just hung around the house, confused. Definately strange being a visitor in my Mom's house, since there's no chores associated with it. Having nothing to do doesn't feel quite right, but it's a great feeling sometimes.
There wasn't much warning when it came time for the makeover. I only knew when a couple hours in advance. Mom only allowed one of her friends over instead of 5. Her name's Candy (seriously), and apparently she spent some serious time on her drag queen and crossdresser friends (mostly the former). Learned what to put where, not much else. But it's a start. Wasn't much in the way of trying on clothes, I don't have a whole lot, and I'm fairly small, and Mom's friends aren't, except one. But she's off being a new mom herself. After a bit, I started getting all the usual questions from Candy. Even though she's been around it a lot, she never really asked why. I figured since she took the time out of her day to help me, I may as well be honest, even on the really close to home questions. Mom didn't ask a single question, but she didn't really look like she cared about the "why." Then again, she's only ever asked "why" once, and I didn't have an answer, so she left it at that. Of course Candy brought up a good point, and it's been running through my head since. She asked how I intended to CD. Just at home, every now and then, blah blah blah. I didn't have an answer, but she said there's nothing wrong with that. I'm still quite young, and I have a clean slate in a new place. I can do whatever the hell I want (and I have, with in reason of course).
Not quite the end of the story, though. I get home, and I'm truly concerned what I'm going to do with myself. Still playing around with the idea of bartending somewhere en femme or something. Anyway, I'd been back, and hadn't really dressed up. Day before yesterday, I couldn't sleep a wink, and had been dying to dress up. So I did. Well, about 6am, I'm outside smoking, wondering when everyone else gets up. And soon get my answer, as two of them come out. I wasn't exactly expected. I'm generally asleep till noon, so it was weird on a few levels, I guess. Only momentary confusion was had, and only by the male roommates. The lady of the house liked my shoes and skirt. So yeah... only limits I have to worry about are the ones I set. So I've been asking myself every day, what's stopping me?