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Natasha woke up to an interesting dream. She hardly,like many of us,
ever remembers her dreams. This one stood out. She was caught in British
customs with over $10,000 dollars in travelers checks!. So i woke up,
remembering the dream. Yawning fiercely i lazily thought about what i
might do today. I thought about how nice my black lover was to me last
night. Ah, what might i do with ten thousand dollars? What would you do?

After a couple cups of coffee, i decided to wear my black leather
miniskirt and white polka dots on black leggings. Every morning i must
shave throughly eliminating all those thousands of pesky facial hairs. I
was tweezing but thats painful. No, not that way silly! just theres always
one more after the last one plucked, ad infinitum!! If i could have
electrolysis i would. But that takes money; plenty witch i don't have.

Eventually i closed the doors on my straying thoughts and left to go
window shopping. Living in Palo Alto is not bad. People tend to be
educated and not soo opinionated. A good thing, as I am a transexual. In a
bipolar world,such as we daily swim in as we go about our duties and
pleasures, we constantly compare, note, study the oppisite sex. As a
member of the third sex, I can and do study and admire both sexs. It is
difficult at times to be derided and laughed at for my choice to live as a
woman. I love wearing skirts feeling the wind swirl under and up my skirt.
There are sensations a man might never know.

There are all kinds of looks. One is the look of incredulity. Another i
often see is where someones whole world stops every thing of what they
thought at that moment gone. Or the sly smile of a woman who "sees" me!
But the best looks are the non looks where i'm just another woman doing
something. Yes common place. Though don't get me wrong, i do appreciate
being admired . Yea, even lusted after. How delectable to be desired as
one is.

There are so many happenings and complications that we must delve into
them little by little. What its like to be a woman inside and dressed as a
woman but sometimes being seen as a (ugh!) man dressing as a woman. The,
funny to me, times where i have an ordinary conversation with other women
about mundane things like " Are fishnets comfortable?".