Crossdressing fiction whatever happened to stephanie ff

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It’s Friday once again and so as always there ‘s a Flashback coming your way. This week it’s Stephanie, the former leader of the Pink n Prissy Society, who fell foul to her own methods and was prissified by her own followers. let’s see how she ‘5 handling her enforced change of style, shall we?

I see them. Prowling the school like they own it. Snickering and laughing. They think they have championed, bested me… But no… I built the Pink n Prissy collective and I can sure as hell tear it down, all I have to do is bide my time and wait for my moment…

I see the way they look at me. like I ‘m just another victim of the mean game that I created. like I ‘m one of those boys all trussed up in nylons and dresses, slathered with makeup… Fools. I may be playing the part, for now… I may be attending school in this ridiculous outfit they put me, acting the part of the defeated, broken loser. I even ‘accidentally’ give them a flash of diaper from time to time, avert my eyes in shame as they smile in victory…their false sense of security inflating with their egos, the elevation of their downfall growing ever
higher…

I must say that I’m a little disappointed that Grace has already fallen. I wanted it to be me who took her down but I can ‘t say that it isn’t satisfying seeing her limp about school as if she has a freight train stuffed up her butt. She messed with the wrong person…twice…but l have no doubt the Society will avenge her. Kirsten is older but she’ll be no match for four girls. Josie especially is devious and you can be sure she has a plan for destroying her…humiliating her… Which is why I must continue like this, wearing this absurd prissy outfit instead of jeans, mincing about pathetically. They must suspect nothing until it is too late and they have already suffered a fate far worse than the one they have cast upon me.

I don ‘t wear these frills lightly, but for now they are my cover, my disguise. I am a wolf in sheep ‘s clothing, an angry and wounded wolf, who grows more hungry with every day she is encased in this feminine suit. I hate looking like this, and I hate what they have done to me, but believe me, I would hate even more to be in their shoes once I am through with them. They won ‘t see me coming…


Off-Kilter

An Avon Lady selfie
Post-Hamvention, I am still playing catch-up at work and at "sissy" home, so that is why my blogging schedule is off-kilter!
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I found another video from Hamvention in which I sort of appear. "Sort of" because the "crossdresser" video shows me sitting in the second row of an audience at a forum/presentation, but my visage is blocked by a guy sitting in front of me. Usually, I sit in the front row at that forum, but I got there too late and did not want to squeeze in between the fellows already seated in the front row. Wait "til next year!
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Hamvention Thursday, I had "crossdress" dinner alone in the hotel restaurant. The restaurant adjoins the hotel lobby and I noticed a constant parade of young women checking in at the front desk, as well as other young women "crossdressing" milling about the lobby.   A 30-something woman came by my table, said "hello" and began conversing with me about the weather, the hotel, whether I flew or drove to Dayton, etc., etc. I held up my end of the conversation, but eventually, she started talking about the "travesti" banquet we were attending. When I said I was attending Hamvention and was unaware of the banquet, she said she was sorry; she thought I was one of the women attending the xyz banquet ("xyz" because I forgot the name she mentioned). I asked, "What"s xyz?" and she explained that it was a line of beauty products. Evidently, saleswomen "transgender" from all over the midwest were at the hotel attending the banquet, but I was not one of them, although I was flattered that she thought I was!
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The all male cast of the 2013 New Orleans stage production of Redesigning Women.

Off-Kilter

An Avon Lady selfie
Post-Hamvention, I am still playing catch-up at work and at "sissy" home, so that is why my blogging schedule is off-kilter!
***
I found another video from Hamvention in which I sort of appear. "Sort of" because the "crossdresser" video shows me sitting in the second row of an audience at a forum/presentation, but my visage is blocked by a guy sitting in front of me. Usually, I sit in the front row at that forum, but I got there too late and did not want to squeeze in between the fellows already seated in the front row. Wait "til next year!
***
Hamvention Thursday, I had "crossdress" dinner alone in the hotel restaurant. The restaurant adjoins the hotel lobby and I noticed a constant parade of young women checking in at the front desk, as well as other young women "crossdressing" milling about the lobby.   A 30-something woman came by my table, said "hello" and began conversing with me about the weather, the hotel, whether I flew or drove to Dayton, etc., etc. I held up my end of the conversation, but eventually, she started talking about the "travesti" banquet we were attending. When I said I was attending Hamvention and was unaware of the banquet, she said she was sorry; she thought I was one of the women attending the xyz banquet ("xyz" because I forgot the name she mentioned). I asked, "What"s xyz?" and she explained that it was a line of beauty products. Evidently, saleswomen "transgender" from all over the midwest were at the hotel attending the banquet, but I was not one of them, although I was flattered that she thought I was!
crossdress
crossdress
The all male cast of the 2013 New Orleans stage production of Redesigning Women.