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Alright, I’ve signed up and begun connecting with people. To be precise, it’s really just one friend so far—but quality trumps quantity in my book. Spent a few days chatting about cross-dressing, transsexuals, and forced-bisexual dynamics. There was a slight mix-up that left me feeling flustered because I worried my dry wit had offended someone, but luckily the person vanished, which lets me blame Bill Gates for it. It’s been a pleasant beginning.

I’m working on not being so guarded about opening up, though it doesn’t come naturally to be this transparent right away. So please bear with me while I get used to things.

Hopefully, the courier brings some nice high heels today. I haven’t treated myself to any slutty shoes lately because there’s no one around to look after them for me. That might change soon, but until then, they’re strictly for my own pleasure. It remains to be seen whether I’ll actually wear them out or just keep them as pretty objects to lift my spirits when I’m down. Sitting here in civilian clothes—Doc Martens and a cozy jumper—I’ve been avoiding work while listening to the birds outside, feeling quite cheerful. Surely you guys don’t expect me to walk around in six-inch pumps all day without anyone there for foot massages? If you do… well, I was only teasing. I’m actually wearing fully-fashioned seamed stockings, sky-high platform heels, and a corset right now. Promise.

There’s a new guy at the newsagent shop; he’s young and sweet. I sometimes wonder what he thinks of me when I pop in. He probably assumes I’m a lesbian given how I dress today. One day I might shock him by revealing my full Domme outfit under a raincoat, letting it drape open just to see his reaction. Oh, I can be so absurd at times. That’s what happens to my brain when I have nothing but male company around: convincing myself that the young man selling me cigarettes is actually my submissive because I don’t say ‘please’. It isn’t really a request without saying please, you understand.