2019
Moving down, boobs! Now I have moobs, but they are no-where near as big as Kirsty’s. This gave her a problem recently in so much that a lot of her tops seemed to not fit anymore. This was down primarily due to a boobie explosion, and replacements were purchased! Now, that doesn’t happen to the wife! And then there is the chest, arm and under-arm hair, hate all of it, but as explained shaving is a pain…I took skin off my hands last week which made my knuckles look like I’d punched a wall.
Back to the boobs, as they are kept in a box when in geezer mode and are of a certain type that require only bra’s which can hold boulders, if Kirsty manages to get out (don’t get excited, when I mean out I mean in!) for more than the usual 3-4 hours at night, the combination of the re-enforced bra and fake boobs creates a slug type substance to smear my chest.
Tops even they can be an issue. Most of them that Kirsty likes do up at the back, this means that to get that done requires either external assistance, or for me to be double-jointed. I don’t why she can’t just wear something simpler?
And the skirts, this one in particular, is it worth it! What the hell is it covering? I know that Kirsty is usually pretty conservative and is almost always covered up (she’s not a fan of her legs!), she is getting a little more adventurous. Ok, I know that she can, and does wear opaque tights, but even they come with their own issues. A pain at my age and condition sometimes to get on, and as she does not have the right hormones, they roll over the bear gut! And to top it off, even when she wears trousers, (female cut obviously), she insists on shaving her legs. And what with my grotesque trouser appendage, and the lack of hips, bottoms take a lot of time constantly moving them back (and round, and up and down!) into a decent position.
Shoes, OMG. Thank god flats seem to be the go-to now, but these boots! Tight, uncomfortable, but O.M.G..they do look and feel fantastic!!
And that’s the thing, as all the above thoughts went through my head in the time it took me to walk to work, I realised that I don’t do this to physically torture myself. I don’t do this to try and pretend I’m someone I’m not, with the wigs and fake bits. I don’t do this to get some sort of naughty gratification. I don’t do this as I like the way the clothes feel. I do this because it is who I am. I am Kirsty, maybe not dressed as I want all the time, but it is who I am. I may not at the moment make it out the front door, but when he leaves the house, just under his surface I am there. I’ve been here for as long as the geezer has, and if I have to suffer the pain be as I am and then have to go back to him, then so be it. I’d rather be part time, then lose the one person who has loved me for who I am.
2019
Moving down, boobs! Now I have moobs, but they are no-where near as big as Kirsty’s. This gave her a problem recently in so much that a lot of her tops seemed to not fit anymore. This was down primarily due to a boobie explosion, and replacements were purchased! Now, that doesn’t happen to the wife! And then there is the chest, arm and under-arm hair, hate all of it, but as explained shaving is a pain…I took skin off my hands last week which made my knuckles look like I’d punched a wall.
Back to the boobs, as they are kept in a box when in geezer mode and are of a certain type that require only bra’s which can hold boulders, if Kirsty manages to get out (don’t get excited, when I mean out I mean in!) for more than the usual 3-4 hours at night, the combination of the re-enforced bra and fake boobs creates a slug type substance to smear my chest.
Tops even they can be an issue. Most of them that Kirsty likes do up at the back, this means that to get that done requires either external assistance, or for me to be double-jointed. I don’t why she can’t just wear something simpler?
And the skirts, this one in particular, is it worth it! What the hell is it covering? I know that Kirsty is usually pretty conservative and is almost always covered up (she’s not a fan of her legs!), she is getting a little more adventurous. Ok, I know that she can, and does wear opaque tights, but even they come with their own issues. A pain at my age and condition sometimes to get on, and as she does not have the right hormones, they roll over the bear gut! And to top it off, even when she wears trousers, (female cut obviously), she insists on shaving her legs. And what with my grotesque trouser appendage, and the lack of hips, bottoms take a lot of time constantly moving them back (and round, and up and down!) into a decent position.
Shoes, OMG. Thank god flats seem to be the go-to now, but these boots! Tight, uncomfortable, but O.M.G..they do look and feel fantastic!!
And that’s the thing, as all the above thoughts went through my head in the time it took me to walk to work, I realised that I don’t do this to physically torture myself. I don’t do this to try and pretend I’m someone I’m not, with the wigs and fake bits. I don’t do this to get some sort of naughty gratification. I don’t do this as I like the way the clothes feel. I do this because it is who I am. I am Kirsty, maybe not dressed as I want all the time, but it is who I am. I may not at the moment make it out the front door, but when he leaves the house, just under his surface I am there. I’ve been here for as long as the geezer has, and if I have to suffer the pain be as I am and then have to go back to him, then so be it. I’d rather be part time, then lose the one person who has loved me for who I am.