tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73378718044650830532024-03-13T22:05:53.546-07:00Redheaded PrincessAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-81721114856259678372011-06-28T18:44:00.001-07:002011-06-28T18:54:11.829-07:00It's Been a Long Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1-sRoW3Ykw/TgqEc6yz_PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uFN9w5oEawo/s1600/Glamshot.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1-sRoW3Ykw/TgqEc6yz_PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uFN9w5oEawo/s320/Glamshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623452717079067890" border="0" /></a>It's been a very long time since I posted and I apologize for that. Frankly, until the wedding, I had been dressing far less and posting not at all. Mistress Susan had relaxed the femininity requirements on me. Things kind of changed with the wedding and of course now that I am in the unfortunately named "Sissy House" dresses and skirts have become a daily thing again. She's not nearly as strict with me as the other mistresses are with their gurls, but she doesn't like to be the soft touch so while I'm in the house I am back to a 24/7 female lifestyle. I was worried living with everybody, particularly Xiu, but we all do get along quite well and I guess we're some of the few people who can understand what we're going through. I will be trying to post more, but I can't make any promises.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-36217005784788281702011-04-06T17:30:00.001-07:002011-04-06T17:37:00.157-07:00Why I Don't Post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm3IN9eHlnc/TZ0GWB6mzcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nu2S6HhXYdE/s1600/Shortshose.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm3IN9eHlnc/TZ0GWB6mzcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nu2S6HhXYdE/s320/Shortshose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592633287805160898" border="0" /></a>I don't know if you all realize this, but my situation is a bit different from the other sissies. You see, Mistress Susan was not part of this group nor was I. She only decided to put me into skirts when Jill wandered into her life and she saw how it worked up close and personal. I live with the other sissies, I do maid service, and I am put through my paces. Mistress Susan is very friendly with the other mistresses, but I'm slightly different from the rest of their stable and while the other mistresses correct things when they think I'm acting too boyish, they don't pressure me to blog much and Mistress Susan doesn't press me to do it too much either.<br /><br />She did mention it this week though and truth be told, I don't hate blogging or anything. This picture terrifies me because I look very much like my niece who is 11. I don't really look that much like anybody in my family the way that Jill and Colleen do, but man I think if my family saw this picture they'd think it was my niece. I will try and post more. Susan and I are doing well now and I really don't have a ton of complaints.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-59890222410410686362011-03-03T20:38:00.001-08:002011-03-03T20:51:00.287-08:00Maid Work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejdf0Esvefw/TXBvqP0F7wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JLPIpi0v2nI/s1600/Badmaid.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejdf0Esvefw/TXBvqP0F7wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JLPIpi0v2nI/s320/Badmaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580082709902257922" border="0" /></a><br />Housework is not easy. Housework is even harder for a boy who grew up not having to do much of it, but being maid service is a large part of what we do. At one time, I was the only full time maid. However, Xiu has the same task and that's given me about half the workload. I'm kind of curious if Aaron will be getting cleaning chores as well. I kind of hope he does. I don't care if I'm wearing heels and he's allowed gym shoes. At least it would be less that I'd have to do. I won't complain too much, it's about a ten hour a week job, but I never liked cleaning up after myself too much--let alone others.<br /><br />I had a really weird revelation today. I wore a skirt to class today, which I do 2 times a week. The thing that occurred to me was how big a deal it once was. Now, it was no different than any other day going to class. Oh well, I guess I've gotten used to some things. I'll try and keep the updates regular.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-17386015081106642972011-02-22T19:26:00.001-08:002011-02-22T19:37:49.277-08:00What I've Been Up To<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjigaSYLVPM/TWR-jAaUVhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eW5ac2pcn1I/s1600/Ambersnow.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjigaSYLVPM/TWR-jAaUVhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eW5ac2pcn1I/s320/Ambersnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576721378462422546" border="0" /></a>The snow has melted thanks to some very warm weather last week, but we had some really nasty winter weather a few weeks back. This picture turned out really well despite the fact that a short skirt and high heels were really inappropriate for the weather. I am now working for Mistress Susan as a waitress and she said I've taken to it very well. I've gotten pretty good at being flirty without being put in a difficult situation. <br /><br />My situation is a bit different than either Cindy or Jill's. Mistress Susan really doesn't have a great sexual attraction to seeing me dressed as a woman, but I think she enjoys the power over me of having me dress exactly how she wants. Our relationship is going strong, but I think it always has. We both did things in the past that hurt each other a lot, but we always seemed to wind up back together. <br /><br />The wedding has me very nervous. Mistress Wendy has talked about really giving me very vibrant red hair. I don't know what shade she means, but I have always preferred being slightly red as opposed to neon red.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-3992328863535795052011-01-05T19:44:00.001-08:002011-01-05T19:52:35.771-08:00New Years<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TSU6r0QAVzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Xwz8Pkw39Bk/s1600/515988571MuWibU_hr.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TSU6r0QAVzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Xwz8Pkw39Bk/s320/515988571MuWibU_hr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558913839493306162" border="0" /></a>Well if you guessed the legs on the girls' homepage were mine, you were right. I had an OK time. It is still weird when Susan and I double date. The guy I was with was a gentleman who didn't get grabby at all. I found out only later that he knew I was a guy all along. It would have made the evening less nerve wracking as I had a really low cut dress and I was worried about wondering hands. There was a deep kiss at midnight as well as one when we said goodnight. Being kissed by a guy is weird. It was obviously something expected at midnight, but freshening up your lipstick and then seeing it on his lips is unsettling if you think of yourself as a straight guy.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-23129233557587778982010-12-27T20:46:00.000-08:002010-12-27T21:18:17.823-08:00Why I Was Running?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TRlwTkPpbXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HF-SzAoiJiw/s1600/Ambersequence.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TRlwTkPpbXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HF-SzAoiJiw/s400/Ambersequence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555595096787348850" border="0" /></a>First, I have to say that those boots have about a 3 inch heel and it's a narrow heel. Even without heels, boots are made for walking, not for running. Still, I was blushing when it was pointed out to me exactly how feminine I looked from behind when running. I didn't have to run away. In fact, the guy at the deli really thought me kissing Santa for the camera was funny, but we were in a rather silly mood.<br /><br />My sister knows about what's been going on now. She's always been really tight with Mistress Susan and while, I don't expect her to be like Colleen has been with Jill, her reaction wasn't sympathy or laughter. It was more like, "what a common sense solution to a guy with a roving eye". That's not what she said, but she seems happy with the arrangement as she's happy Mistress Susan and I are still together. She has made a few comments about me looking like one of my aunts and of course wanted to see me in a dress, which Mistress Susan arranged. My sister is at a different college and we don't see each other a ton and with Mistress Susan and I spending most of our breaks together, she won't be needed to keep an eye on me or anything, so it isn't a major change, but it was still a bit embarrassing for her to know.<br /><br />I need to pick up a New Year's Eve dress, but I haven't really started looking. I'm supposed to pick up one and take it back to college with me. Mistress Susan suggested that we go shopping tomorrow as we're going to head back to school Wednesday night.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-48026004538119575432010-12-13T20:05:00.000-08:002010-12-13T20:15:47.956-08:00Last Posting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TQbtQ1dD7dI/AAAAAAAAAII/LPedoW7zqp8/s1600/524228146AOvZMM_fs.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TQbtQ1dD7dI/AAAAAAAAAII/LPedoW7zqp8/s320/524228146AOvZMM_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550384464263376338" border="0" /></a>Wow! I was going to talk about Christmas, but I thought I'd talk about my last posting instead. It got a ton of responses and I noticed that they were extremely contradictory with each other. The ones that jumped out at me were the ones who were angry at Mistress Susan for the switcheroo she pulled on me for Thanksgiving. I did in fact arrive dressed male and found myself as the maid shortly after. It was not a huge party all told there were 8 of us, but I always find it interesting when the blog readers get more angry about something than I did. I think that's because I left off a few details.<br /><br />Mistress Susan is close to her sister and as a result, her sister took a strong dislike to me because she knew of many occasions in the past I had been a pretty crummy boyfriend. I think it was important for Mistress Susan to show her sister just how much things had changed. Yeah, it was tough to be put in that situation. but hopefully it'll break the ice a little between her sister and me.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-20556296636518554802010-11-29T16:29:00.000-08:002010-11-29T16:40:40.458-08:00Things are Changing in a Big Way<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TPRHD-17C4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/76bctXDKBXY/s1600/5202298672_2aa2650c89_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TPRHD-17C4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/76bctXDKBXY/s320/5202298672_2aa2650c89_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545135174934268802" border="0" /></a>Thanksgiving was not what I expected. We went to Mistress Sue's older sister's place to celebrate with her and her husband and some cousins and another sister. Mistress Sue's older sister is nearly 30 and trying very hard to have her first child. She's older and more mature. Unfortunately, we were in her home 5 minutes before Mistress asked her if she minded how I dressed. I expected a lot of questions, but evidently the sister not only knew, but had seen pictures as had her husband. It took all of 5 minutes from me to go from guest to maid and while I didn't make Thanksgiving dinner or anything, I did most of the serving and all the dishes. I felt so small, especially with the real men watching football while I whipped cream for the pumpkin pie.<br /><br />I'm now considered passable enough to start thinking about a job. I've dated several times now and while Mistress Susan has promised me, she would follow her own path with me, I am so unmistakably girl, that I don't doubt if I was released to be a boy again, it'd be difficult to remember how. There's a part of me that dreads knowing I will be receiving some feminine items for Christmas, but another part that is thinking, I need some new bras anyway.I hope that makes sense.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-36642256869032306242010-10-28T19:55:00.000-07:002010-10-28T20:03:30.446-07:00Found Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TMo4y3ZlP4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/lB8zq2J72Tc/s1600/Batgirl.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TMo4y3ZlP4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/lB8zq2J72Tc/s320/Batgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533297538693939074" border="0" /></a>As most of you know, Xiu found out my little secret. I had to make it through four dates with her and that was three and we will be doing Homecoming so I definitely made it. She swears she knew and used her hands to confirm, but I'm pretty sure she was aggressive and got a surprise.<br /><br />Halloween is coming and that's one Halloween Costume, Sexy Bat Girl minus the cape and mask. We will be having a contest, but I don't have all the costumes together yet. The first parties are tomorrow and like all the sissies I will be going as a fairy. It's definitely weird seeing Halloween from this end.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-6247965478453789452010-10-16T07:21:00.000-07:002010-10-16T07:37:17.869-07:00First Date with Roger (Xiu)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TLm1hY2wQpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7xydQuyceQw/s1600/datewAmber.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TLm1hY2wQpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7xydQuyceQw/s320/datewAmber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528649602786411154" border="0" /></a>The date went OK. Obviously, he's not my type--and the problem was I knew that and he didn't. I think he was also very intent on proving to both of us that he was the man in the relationship. However, he can be a bit overbearing regardless. Very early on in the date, I started realizing I picked the wrong top because if he was aggressive enough, he'd find out that I was wearing breast forms very quickly. I did flirt and we did kiss several times. The girls saw to that. There will be another date. The key for me is to get the practice they want me to have without leading Roger on too much. He did put his hand on my knee and felt how smooth it was in the pantyhose. I asked him if he liked his pantyhose as much as mine and that stopped that, but I am sort of not supposed to treat him as anything less than 100% masculine.<br /><br />As for why he isn't furious with me about the feminization--he's not happy about it, but I've mostly stood back and watched. He knows I'm part of the girls who did this, but I haven't been the one giving orders--they've been careful about this.<br /><br />You'd have to ask the girls why it's so important that we date. It's sort of a right of passage and I guess it is the ultimate passing and a bit of a head trip, but it's not like Jill or Cindy are dating guys all the time. I think if we had steady boyfriends or dated guys on our own or something, they'd be very unhappy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TLm4bNBke5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/_kZ704qVC5M/s1600/Beforeandafter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TLm4bNBke5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/_kZ704qVC5M/s320/Beforeandafter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528652795066219410" border="0" /></a>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-18099996695306476132010-10-12T18:43:00.001-07:002010-10-12T18:50:31.913-07:00Xiu and I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TLUPOLAPDRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3MEzLNFPAgM/s1600/4580921572_449b7f431f.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TLUPOLAPDRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3MEzLNFPAgM/s320/4580921572_449b7f431f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527340853813513490" border="0" /></a>By now, you probably should have seen that Xiu and I will be going out on a date this Friday. It seems not long ago I was the unaware guy going out with a crossdresser without realizing it. The trick is, this isn't Susan loaning me to Sheila to embarrass Xiu. This is Sheila loaning Xiu to Susan without him knowing it because it is a very safe way for me to date a boy. I'm going to have to string Xiu along by flirting, teasing, and even kissing. Susan wants to see if I can make it through 4 dates. She said the first 3 are easy. It's funny because despite the supposed stress free nature of things--I'm more nervous about dating Xiu than any date I ever went on with a girl. I'm going to take Friday morning/afternoon to get a new outfit and visit Wendy for hair and makeup talk--which will be it's own kind of embarrassment as she asks me questions about the big night.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-15385149075629978932010-10-05T18:54:00.000-07:002010-10-05T19:07:01.914-07:00Dating<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TKvY5orVv1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/mYwOnDfKkFE/s1600/Schoolclothes2.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TKvY5orVv1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/mYwOnDfKkFE/s320/Schoolclothes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524747852583386962" border="0" /></a>The new background freaks me out. That picture of me floating on the top half of a chair is just weird. Anyway, I wasn't the bait to lure Xiu, but she's seen me as Amber a lot and remains oblivious that there is another rooster in the hen house. I have been subtlety flirting with her though and the plan is that Xiu and I will go out with him unaware that I am actually male. The plan is that it would be great practice for me and it would certainly be a safe way to date a guy who doesn't know my secret. I don't have much say in this and I think this is better than dating some guy off the street who doesn't know.<br /><br />Redheads get a lot of attention. I never noticed this as a guy. It's weird seeing another sissy taken in. I know what she's in for and frankly she deserves it. Maybe I did too for cheating, but what she was doing was far worse. People pay too much for their education to have a TA messing with it. I guess she's learning a new definition for T&A now. When she finds out about us, we will take her into our little group. Nobody else can understand what we're going through. She is going to be a looker---she's so tiny for a guy and I think could almost pass without makeup.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-12242658578401313072010-09-26T20:55:00.001-07:002010-09-26T21:03:43.372-07:00Speed Dating<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TKAV0SO-YgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dOOlijknjn4/s1600/speeddating.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TKAV0SO-YgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dOOlijknjn4/s320/speeddating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521437131148255746" border="0" /></a>I guess it was my first date with a guy or 20 guys actually. The college had a speed dating event and guess who got signed up for it? It was scary, but it was probably really good practice as I flirted with a ton of guys for too short a time to really blow my cover. I did pretty well too as I once again got a lot of contact information. Dating is inevitable. I know it's going to happen. It still scares me. The TA is still an overbearing jerk, but I guess he's kind of a legend. Also, as I have been asked it is distracting to be sitting in class. Even when I'm dressed like a guy, I can feel my bra and every time I move my legs I feel my pantyhose.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-35300648690815688182010-09-12T18:28:00.001-07:002010-09-12T18:36:37.708-07:00My Name is Amber and Guys Check Me Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TI1-dyE4CYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W6IMGJOmHhE/s1600/434362091uApWLw_ph.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TI1-dyE4CYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W6IMGJOmHhE/s320/434362091uApWLw_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516204168722254210" border="0" /></a>Somebody asked earlier wouldn't it be easier to go to all my classes as a girl? The answer simply is no. There are 3 types of classes at our school. There are large classes that can have up to 400 and occasionally you're not even in the same room as the professor. There are classes that are large with individual TAs assigned to small groups of students. Finally, there are small classes with 40 or less students in the class.<br /><br />Freshman take their general education requirements in big classes and Seniors are in tiny classes and seminars for the most part. In a large class, you can show up in a prom dress and only the students near you will really notice. In a small one, you'd be busted immediately when your name and gender don't match. The university would certainly allow us to go to class crossgendered, but so much for keeping the secret. So far I haven't had any issues with dressing up for the 2 classes. One has a TA, but he floats around to all the students and doesn't pay attention to names. He does check out the girls quite a bit including, but not limited to me.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-52426429438927307602010-09-01T19:17:00.000-07:002010-09-01T19:25:50.567-07:00My Name is Amber and I'm not Disappointed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TH8LHJ7a0QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bTsd2OR8Hd8/s1600/323174815RmXElQ_ph.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TH8LHJ7a0QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bTsd2OR8Hd8/s320/323174815RmXElQ_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512136686476906754" border="0" /></a>Several of you have expressed a bit of concern for me because I came in dead last in our first competition. Don't be. I was scared to death because I had never swapped phone numbers with a guy, at least not like that. I fooled over a dozen guys in close proximity. It went very well. To top it off the girls screwed up and the penalty for coming in last actually was less the worse I did so I only had to call 4 boys. 2 of them have already called me back.<br /><br />There's a lot going on here. I will be attending two classes as Amber. The problem is one of them is a 50 minute class on Monday Wednesday and Friday and the other is a Tuesday and Thursday 75 minute class. That means everyday, I need to do some quick changing.<br /><br />Somebody asked what I meant by the difference between dating Ms. Susan and being her sissy. Quite simply, when we were dating it was an equal relationship and if anything as a guy, I probably called most of the shots. If I found a movie stupid, on went the ball game. Now, I really don't have a say in anything except what Ms. Susan will allow me. Sometimes, she even will pick a movie or a restaurant or a dress for me to wear specifically because she knows my reaction and she wants to remind me who the boss is.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-83203595841765180292010-08-28T08:14:00.001-07:002010-08-28T08:26:37.301-07:00My Name is Amber and I'm a Flirt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/THkn7md8S9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5vs008iQY0M/s1600/fancydress.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/THkn7md8S9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5vs008iQY0M/s320/fancydress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510479523956411346" border="0" /></a>I've started working on my flirting this week. Ms. Susan has had me at the library and around campus. Nobody has school work to do yet, so they have plenty of time to chat, but tonight I have to compete with the far more experienced Jill and Cindy. We will be going to a very large beginning of the year bash and competing for phone numbers. The loser is going is going to have to call all of them, while the winner will be going out to eat at a romantic restaurant with his mistress.<br /><br />The one advantage I have is that I will have 4 mistresses funneling guys over to me. Cindy and Jill will only have Ms. Colleen and Ms. Kristine working for them. Still, I went out looking for a new outfit and shoes to try and impress. I've been practicing my voice and it's gotten much better. The downside is I'm going to be attending 2 of my classes as a Fall due to this improvement, but I hope to win tonight or at least not come in last.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-48414190412606707712010-08-20T10:50:00.000-07:002010-08-20T11:01:53.544-07:00My Name is Amber and My World is Changing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TG7At-a8pDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0OoxmhetZIc/s1600/Freds.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TG7At-a8pDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0OoxmhetZIc/s320/Freds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507551290403365938" border="0" /></a><br />I have no idea what I'm going to do when classes start. If Cindy really is getting a job, I'll be spending about 16-18 hours a week with maid duty. We clean for all the mistresses and some of their friends including guys. I never realized how much sloppier guys are than girls until I started maid duty. We've even taken on some laundry/ironing duty with Ms. Karen's boyfriend starting an internship and needing to look nice everyday. <br /><br />When I'm not cleaning I'm shopping. I look at my room and see a desk filled with cosmetics, a closet filled with dresses and heels, and a drawer filled with lingerie. Still, this isn't enough. Everything I have is for summer and I need Fall clothes, but I spend an awful lot of time looking at lingerie and heels, which don't strike me as particularly Fall like. The ages of our group are spread out kind of odd. I'm the oldest and newest of the sissies while Jill is the youngest and oldest. There is talk of me having to attend two classes dressed after all. I've made my objections clear, but I'm in kind of a tough spot where if I don't succeed I embarrass myself and if I do succeed I get put in embarrassing situations.<br /><br />On the other hand, things with Ms. Susan are going very well. I think she finally trusts me again, but it is definitely a challenge when your girlfriend becomes your mistress.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-50782851445862544572010-08-13T14:33:00.001-07:002010-08-13T14:46:22.325-07:00My Name is Amber and I got Busted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TGW6fB6j6hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sLm_XvooI14/s1600/AmberJustice.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TGW6fB6j6hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sLm_XvooI14/s320/AmberJustice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505011161783069202" border="0" /></a>I've kept up on the other blogs and I'm happy that the changes to me have been minor enough that my family hasn't noticed. I was also thankful to be far enough away from everybody that I didn't worry too much about the instructions that Ms. Susan gave me to always have a bra, panties, and pantyhose on and my toes painted and to stay cleanly shaven the whole time I'm home. She told me she'd make exceptions if I called her.<br /><br />Maybe she got suspicious when I never asked for permission to disobey the dress code. Maybe I just underestimate the lengths my mistresses would go to in order to ensure 100% obedience. However, I received an afternoon visit from Amanda and Heather. They drove for over an hour to see that I was dressed appropriately. I wasn't. I assumed that I was out of everybody's reach. The house was empty fortunately, but I began to panic. The girls had brought one of my wigs with as well as some tape and some blue cord. Amanda immediately began going through my mom and my step-sisters' things until she had assembled an outfit for me. I put it on. I didn't have much choice and then did my makeup using my step-sister's kit. When I was done, the tied me to a chair in my step-sisters' room, they each kissed my cheek, and told me that next time maybe I'd do a better job of obeying.<br /><br />I struggled against the bonds, but I couldn't budge them. I knew I wouldn't have the house to myself forever and tears of frustration began to roll down my cheeks. Maybe 10 minutes later, but it felt like 10 hours I heard the door open and knew I was caught when I heard the footsteps come up the stairs. It was Amanda and Heather. They untied me and told me that if I got caught like this again, they would tie me up on the front lawn in an evening gown. I thanked them profusely for giving me a second chance. They asked me where my feminine underwear was and I told them I hadn't brought it home. They told me to replace it and wear it the whole time I'm home. They also told me when I arrive back, I'm to be fully dressed and made up, which means buying an outfit as well. I got the lingerie today. The dress will have to wait. My step-sisters didn't ask about their makeup or clothes. I think my heart is still racing.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-50395548722376002242010-07-30T17:26:00.000-07:002010-07-30T17:29:36.195-07:00My Name is Amber and I'm as Red as this Background<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13772570&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=1&color=ff0179&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13772570&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=1&color=ff0179&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/13772570">Am01</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2265133">SheSheila</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br />I knew they were working on this and I know you have all seen most of these pictures, but the fact there is a video of me like this in cyberspace is a head trip. I'm extremely embarrassed an I know my blog will get more hits than the video, but still.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-83923020146471486312010-07-26T20:44:00.001-07:002010-07-26T20:57:57.970-07:00My Name is Amber and I'm a Party Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TE5WMzac7ZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HPAMkGImwLs/s1600/507325101IaTOgy_fs.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TE5WMzac7ZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HPAMkGImwLs/s320/507325101IaTOgy_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498426973025529234" border="0" /></a>Tonight's challenge was passed successfully. There was a party at one of the fraternities without about 100 people there. I simply had to go in get a cup, drink a beer, and leave. It was easy. I was more nervous than at the mall because being read by frat guys is more dangerous and of those 100 people at least a few of them would know me from class, but fortunately drunk college guys are not the most discerning. I went with Ms. Susan as well as Ms. Amanda and Ms. Heather. I was given the choice of staying for more free beers, but I decided to leave well enough alone.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-56523737967540212242010-07-21T18:29:00.000-07:002010-07-21T18:34:49.589-07:00My Name is Amber and I Shopped Til I Dropped<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TEefOBxUdXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IjOh-0Oqncg/s1600/Shoestore.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TEefOBxUdXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IjOh-0Oqncg/s320/Shoestore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496536933571261810" border="0" /></a>I have a lot of questions to answer now...and I will, but not tonight. Evidently, I haven't been working as hard as I should be at passing and the result was a trip to the mall for some shopping. When I found out I was naturally a bit terrified and I begged not to have to wear a dress or skirt. I found out that I can draw plenty of attention without one as I had to wear my reddest wig, a polka dot top, and heels. In some places I passed, in most places I passed at first sight, but couldn't survive an interaction. It was all kind of embarrassing although I guess it really shouldn't be. I'll be practicing a lot more tomorrow.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-84442500722061218382010-07-15T16:31:00.001-07:002010-07-15T16:38:23.847-07:00My Name is Amber and I'm Becoming More Feminine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TD-ahRWR6iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/whsuftE3jgo/s1600/boobs.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TD-ahRWR6iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/whsuftE3jgo/s320/boobs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494279966798506530" border="0" /></a>There's a good view of my new boobs for those of you who were wondering. I spend an awful big part of the day wearing them. It's been a very difficult week. Every time I turn around there's something to do, something to practice, something I need to do to feminize myself more and more. I've got in trouble a lot this week. I wore a thin white t-shirt yesterday and got in trouble for not wearing a bra when a bra would have been instantly visible. <br /><br />You know that one of the things that started this was my tendency to be a player. Ms. Susan has already arranged it for me to run into one of the girls I cheated on her with while I was in a dress. She didn't recognize me, but I wanted the ground to swallow me hole. With all this going on, it can be very hard to feel like a man. Someb0dy asked about the Material Girl costume---yes I was extremely embarrassed. Nobody , but Cindy and I were in costume.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-40686019649965145072010-07-12T18:53:00.001-07:002010-07-12T18:59:30.312-07:00My Name is Amber and I'm a Bridesmaid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TDvHTPAJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D1uc2zT_Wis/s1600/2463554352_dd50f79429.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TDvHTPAJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D1uc2zT_Wis/s320/2463554352_dd50f79429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493203303767078498" border="0" /></a>Wendy is beyond evil. She is getting married in April and today she asked the three of us to be three of her 7 bridesmaids. When I told her that April was a long way off and that I didn't intend to be dressing this way for almost another year she just patted my arm and said "I know". When I told her that I may never be able to pass that well, she guaranteed me I would. She told me she needed a beautiful redheaded bridesmaid and when I told her my hair wasn't actually red, she just laughed. Why would you want three guys you don't even know that well as bridesmaids? This is going to be so humiliating. I really felt sick to my stomach when I opened the card and saw what she intended us to do, but I know that I can't refuse. There's no way Ms. Susan would allow that. Don't bridesmaid's dress the bride?Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-60524613746784491612010-07-11T18:28:00.000-07:002010-07-11T18:37:55.495-07:00My Name is Amber and I My Bra Overflows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TDpwGEdIjCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C6-sK4NyiP0/s1600/139993654mBVCea_ph.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TDpwGEdIjCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C6-sK4NyiP0/s320/139993654mBVCea_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492825945109204002" border="0" /></a>Well my breast forms did come and they are actually changing the way I type. When Ms. Susan saw them she squealed like she had won the lottery and they haven't left my chest yet. It was actually very hard to sleep last night as I was very aware of them. You'll be seeing pictures soon. I guess these pictures show how flat I was before with a padded bra and no padding.<br /><br />Cindy is home now and we are all supposed to meet the woman who does their hair at lunch. I know idea why I'm supposed to be there as I have only met her once. I get the feeling that this is not going to be something that I like, but there really isn't much that I can do about it really. It also means going out to lunch in public. The girls want a big all sissy photo shoot soon as well.<br /><br />I understand that I will be expected to go to class as a girl in the Fall. I will have some definite problems with that and I am going to attempt to put my foot down. It's kind of scary to think that they intend to keep me dressing into Fall though I know they're thinking years not weeks.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337871804465083053.post-29512932544250823272010-07-09T10:52:00.000-07:002010-07-09T10:59:26.241-07:00My Name is Amber and I Have Big Boobs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TDdiJ_cb3WI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8AsQGNgetLY/s1600/139997013GhTzuD_ph.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KG-PLzNWXqQ/TDdiJ_cb3WI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8AsQGNgetLY/s320/139997013GhTzuD_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491966194390654306" border="0" /></a>Well, I guess I don't exactly yet, but I got a message that they tried to deliver them today, but that I have to sign for them. I don't know why this has me so nervous. I've stuffed my bra out to a bigger size then my forms before, but somehow this seems like a very major step for me. I don't know. Am I being crazy?<br /><br />I also have to go out in public today. It's just a trip to the drug store for pantyhose and presson nails. I go through so many pantyhose--supposedly a lot more than either Cindy or Jill did when they were novices. Ms. Susan says that to encourage me to keep working on my passing skills and my voice, I will be making a lot of these short trips into public. I'm a bit nervous, but not as scared as I've been in the past.<br /><br />When Cindy gets back, I'm supposed to be her assistant maid. A maid's dress has been purchased for me, which you'll see me in eventually. I have a feeling you'll be seeing me in a lot of different outfits. This is all happenning so fast.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651462784567161210noreply@blogger.com3