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It's Coffee, You Boob(ies)!!!
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It's Coffee, You Boob(ies)!!! Up all night again with Squidgie whining away about this strange, emptiness She has been feeling inside. And me trying to pacify her with her favorite tools to no avail. “Jeez Squidgy, sorry that you're so Hungry, butt cum on!!! Now I'm hungry, and I need Coffee – Where's MY Coffee!. Now. Though this is new to me. “This”? Cross Dressing if you please. It is not new to me. I'm a Boi Leave me alone for more than five minutes and it's into something I go and I have been getting into pantie drawers for a long, long time. Long time! Taking it outside IS new to me. Where I grew up it was a no no! Even at home. So to think that I actually let people see me... On- line AND IRL! That's the new part. Titties? Almost not ready for that. Butt(and it's a Nice one) Here goes. Due to my abhoration of labels and stereotypes. I am always trying to make them up for myself and stick them on my own forehead before anyone else gets the chance. In doing so I feel the need to define exactly what those labels are, and are not at the moment. To get things started here. To be clear, no matter how much I would love to be, I am not a T-Gurl. I flat out missed my calling on that one. I LOVE My T-Gurls and I am not worthy of that 'Label' at this point. My Broke ass won't allow the Jenner style(Just add water) treatment. I don't Dress all the time or even half time. (But it looks like that is changing quickly) I have however been dressing sexie for as long as I can remember. Example: all those pantie drawers. Long time!!! I got Ass and Legs. A hard thin frame, some hips... My chest is nicely shaped and with a bit of coaxing I can look like I have very, very small boobies, but I don't. I have always tended not to do boobies and I can't pull off face and hair. So I don't. Label... I am a boy in a Miniskirt. I'm not even Latin. I'm good with that, for now. We'll see how far I get. I want to cultivate my own style and right now it is Backside, Waist down - Gurl – Front side, Cock up - Boi. What that label looks like? You tell me? It's me. And I think I'm Hot! So what ever that label is, add narcissist. I'm good with that too. I will never use it to bring you down. In the summers when I was first on my own in Boulder. It was sport shorts – cut offs – cycle shorts. Oh.... and my crop tops!!! If I had a tee shirt they got the scissors(I even had some real, manufactured boy crops) bootie socks or bare feet or Teva's and my cycling cleats were my Click Clacks! I had/have a portfolio of pics that I am hoping to recover from a old drive, but haven't got to it yet. (Don't know if it's savable) Of me in my standard outfit. When I look back on that even I say, Jeez boi??? Drowning in denial are ya??? Everywhere I went I showed as much skin as I could get away with. My excuse, at the time, was that I was a bicycle racer. I was... amateur, beginner... But I was. After a really bad accident once, and a huge patch of missing skin on my lower leg. The itchiness of the scab cover pulling the hair during healing was intense. I not only figured out why cyclists shave, I HAD the excuse to do it. I've been shaving the pegs ever since. With little exception. When I don't - I feel terrible. It was during that time when I got my first 'Fucking Faggot'. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I even stopped dressing that way for a long time. It is that slap that I am working on, right now. The point of all this. I've even been called out at a couple of 'Jobs' for dressing too scantily. It's the stockings and miniskirts and heals that are new. Going back to sexie boi ain't all that hard. especially now that I have accepted the fact that I am BI and I love sexie clothes, especially sexie Gurl clothes! Cross Dressing is not this thing that just, popped up. And all those bras in those pantie drawers? Well, they just don't look right if you don't stuff them up with something... anything... and the feel of it is just amazing to me. When Squidgie gets to whining she just loves the added excitement of feeling the pressure of Batman getting all stiff and hard. One thing that will get that done pretty quickly is putting on some Boobies. When it comes to that I am still, by far, a rank amateur. In go the socks! No time to change just throw them in the little tank and roll it up. It'll work for now. I have learned that the little pads in the sports bras are fucking great and I do that more often these days, but this was a Squidgie Crisis(As so often happens) She wanted batman and she wanted him now! “Is that better Squidgie?”. “Yes, daddy! Thank you Daddy!” Thank gawd, the little slut finally got fed. For a while anyway. Now, maybe, I can lay down and get a few winks. And yes, Daddy loves the feel of boobies when he sleeps. So after another round with my face on the floor,<b> hood </font></b>up on the tie-die hoodie shirt (rolled and hair-tied – of course!) I through some comfy sweats on and it's nap time. Only a few winks though. I never really slept. I finally got up and noticed that the coffee shop was opening here in a few minutes. Let's go change into the boy sports shorts... Flip-flip-flip, nice and tight with Buzzie firmly in place under the Purps. (See naming key somewhere in this Blog) It's up and out tha Green Door to my Coffee shop, for a Brew and some Breakfast Burritos, I go; Ya!!! When I get to the shop, I park and think to myself I'm gonna have to wait for a sec. for the coffee and I hate those hard wood chairs and if I sit on the cushion benches, anyone else is going to get to share Buzzies good vibrations.(Just not ready for that yet) So I click him off and head in. As I stand up I feel the pleasant pressure of my little boobies, still there after the demands of Squidgie and My little nap! Oh... No. Now your in it boi! Just deal with it. know one cares anyway. Well except maybe the irey Amazon with the constant frown and that's only because I look better than she does. Simply because I smile, sometimes.  (I don't think I have ever seen her smile at all.)But then again I'm buff enough and the boobies are small enough that they could really be my own chest – No one knows. So I stand and wait for my Coffee. Taking in the faces of the patrons as they concentrate on their friends and papers and computers. Smiling because I know. Trying not to play with the hoodie to be sure they are hidden. Wondering what it would be like if they were real and on display and if I were maybe a little prettier and doing face and hair (I currently don't do face and hair because I simply think that I can't pull it off and I am not ready to shave my go-tee. I can't... I have no chin. At least I did my own hair. Boy style shellacked back, little braid down a pretty neatly trimmed rear hair line. – I call it my handle. You can hold the handle if you like. Oh... Said, Ms. M, with a smile, as she pushed my face down on Mr. L.'s (Mister Large I called him in my head) gorgeously, huge Italian Cock and I gagged ever so pleasantly. They sure were a fun couple the hottest I have ever been with... I just wish I had remembered to stretch before I tried wrapping Squidgie around Mr. L.'s Cock! I think it hurt him too, and it was just the tip! Talk about an epic fail that tore me up, for a while! Squidgie was nearly in a coma for a month or two. Oweiii!!!! Always! always Stretch first! What was I doing??? – Oh, yah... waiting for coffee. Wondering if all these busy, burly city workers would like a little Squidgy with their morning coffee. Here's mine... Just the coffee for me, thanx... Come on Gang this party is a bore. There's just no Bang in it. They just don't know. Boi you get an A on the Pop (it in) Quiz of the day! Back home and on my knees again. Hungry A-gain... Are ya Squidge? Out with buzzy and in with her fave... BBDD (Big Black Double Dong) Damn! Squidgie... You WERE ready for that whole room, weren't you!!! Plook-Plook-Plook-Spooge-Spooge! Hey!!! Don't get no jizz upon that sofa!!! Chreers  Peace |
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