Nothing against her, but either do it right or don't do itat all. I suppose that's harsh. I still suck at a lot of this. Being awoman is h-a-r-d.End...Diary EntryI continued on my path searching for tgirl acceptance. I made some morefriends. I went to more parties. Boys hit on me. I resisted. I let afew take some pictures of me. I worked on my voice, I worked on my walk,I worked on my way. I could definitely flirt, especially if I was at thebar and there were drinks to be purchased. I. .OK, so me and Michael are in his room getting ready. I put on jeans anda white button down shirt and I sat in the corner reading while Michaelgot ready. I wasn't paying much attention to my magazine, though. Iwatched as M sat at his desk, which tonight became his makeup table. Hewas wearing a white lace bra and white thong panties and I watched as hecarefully applied mascara and eye shadow, pausing every few seconds toinspect his work. I pretended to continue reading, but it was a test. Remember?”I did. Her name came from the color of her hair. I called her ‘blaze’ because of her incredible red hair. “I’m really tired, Julia, I think I’m heading upstairs. Can you save the vacuuming for later?”“Oh, sure. Want me to suck your cock before you go to bed?” Her immaculately manicured hands were suddenly around my throbbing dick. I couldn’t help but respond as she tugged lightly, then she kissed my cheek lightly.“You’re a jealous minx, aren’t you…” I observed.She dropped to her knees. I stopped the kiss and grabbed his face, turning his head to the left. Then I kissed his neck and whispered, “I’m your slut!” After I bit his lobe, I licked my way down to his chest, stuck my ass up, and placed my chin on his chest. I looked up, straight into his eyes, and asked, “Yoooouuuu?” as slutty as I could. Then I took care of his other ear so that it wouldn’t get jealous and worshipped it. I whispered, “Can you tell this little slut what her only purpose is?” He LOVED this. I was.