I Dress for Me

This should be an easy write. I dress for me, not for thee. I love being Deñi. I’ve changed so much in the five years that I think most people who know him wouldn’t recognize her. She does creep out of him at times, she has to. It occupies too much of my spare time. Hell, it occupies too much of my non spare time. Many a morning for the past few months when I should be out hustling rides for Uber and Lyft, I’m writing down Deñi sexploits, her ideas, her whims and wants. I shop way too much. I’ve purchased more clothing in a two-year period than all my 60 years previous. It’s addictive.

My newest obsession is picture and video. Taking good content pics and videos to post. Editing and studying photo techniques. I bumped my phone to the iPhone 13 pro Max, why, best camera in the iPhone market. GoPro Hero 10, why, best action camera. They are expensive, each one, but worth it to me. I now have gimbals and lights and tripods and remotes. In other words, how do I make Deñi the best I can.

Weight is the other major stumbling block. I lose some, I get happy, I eat wrong things, then I’m back to square one... Deñi, drop some pounds you fat cow. I know I’m not 18-25 and slim Pickens. I also know that my BMI index says this gurl is morbidly obese. Sounds harsh as crap, but heck, you are what you eat. I lost some decent weight on Keto, but I can’t handle a restrictive diet like that. I’m doing something else and will let you all know if it works when it works.

This isn’t easy, me saying currently I’m 5’8” tall and 234 lbs. Ouch, that doesn’t even type well. My new program says I’ll be 210 by the beginning of July. And will reach will ideal goal weight November 18th, this year. Goal weight is 185. That to me, seems lofty but attainable. The thinnest I can remember is age 34 and I was 195. I have big bones, my wife says. It’s tough doing this and staying under the cover of not being Deñi. You guys see me, you can feel free to let me know if it’s working or if it’s useless. Give up and be the lovable CD that’s like a moped. Fun to ride, but you don’t want your friends to see you on one.

As far as wardrobe goes, I’ll find a seamstress, learn to sew, or just buy new stuff, either way, here I come world. Another reason I dress is for sex. I love meeting new guys and even my old friends. I enjoy when you come up behind and hug and snuggle. I love your hand slipping under my skirt and into my panties. There are many things that I can wear to help with the female illusion. Hosiery and panties of course. I even have the very tight spanx panties. They help with the bulge but restrict access. Bras, breast forms and breastplates. I like the bra feeling. I enjoy the look of having a C cup insert in my bra. I can’t get used to gluing them on. My breastplate is nice, but the breasts are huge. Maybe if my chest size decreases, I can get smaller cups on the breast form.

There are foam pads for hips and corsets for waists. Corsets are uncomfortable and what happens to the foam or silicone pad on your hips when your panties are down, and you are getting busy? I have them, but I rarely wear them. I even have a silicone artificial vagina pants, hot and sweaty, hard to copulate in and omg if you gotta poop, watch out.

I tried growing my hair longer, but it never got full enough to be passable at all. So, I have over 25 wigs. Don’t pull on it ok? You will notice that I change up allot but stick pretty close to two or three of my favorites. If I get smaller, maybe these will rotate more. Bottom line is, I dress for me, but I’m hoping to impress you enough to want me. I’ll keep doing my part and you keep reading, possibly commenting back and most importantly, showing up to play when you can.

Love you all,

Deñi