Most women who aren’t born with blonde hair and who don’t have the fair complexion don’t look good as a blonde. They always look better with the...r natural hair color. I’m blonde. Born blonde, I’m a natural blonde. The last thing I worry about is hair color. Being that my hair is lush and long, I like my hair. I do need a haircut though. Whether my hair was brown, black, or red, I’d still like my hair. I can’t see myself pouring hair dye on my head to change something that defines me. * * * * *. Now I was a sissy that was telling her that Ifelt like a girl. I am sure she missed her son, and she did not want adaughter. I had to be honest with her. I know I was always girly before.I liked clothes with bright colours and even t-shirts that were verylong. I preferred quiet things, but I did try to do boy things. The factwas that during the last few weeks, I was never as happy as I was untilnow. I was telling the mother the truth, I was Mandy. She was my trueself. Maybe being Angel was an. I had come close a time or two, remembering a time I had taken a lovely girl for a night out, getting back to her place between her legs about ready to fuck the shit out of her and hearing the word NO!I had wanted been so close to teaching the prick teasing girl a lesson, her reasons were her reason so I got dressed and left with the worse case of blue balls in my life. Another scream full of terror came upon me in the night.“NO!”This broke me back out of my thoughts with another full set of. Cleaning it out. We were pulling everything out from where we’d stuffed it over the years and were sorting through it all methodically, making piles - stuff to keep, stuff to donate, stuff to throw-out, stuff to sell, stuff to destroy, etc.It was early in the afternoon and unusually warm. We were both sweaty, dirty and more than a little grumpy. My wife was particularly fussy - pulling out all our dusty old stuff tends to stress her out.She was wearing Birkenstocks, ragged cut-off jean shorts.