
The last of the Contest Captions. I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas!
Alexia
shackles and the bonds that lock me in darkness. I hate myself and I hate my life. I am just existing and not even worth the space that contains me. I know in the back of my mind I am cared for, but what does that matter when I just seem to be nothing but a useless being. The house is so cold. There are no Christmas lights. There is no joy. It is just a cold and loveless place where I am verbally reminded I have no place here every day. I have no room. I have no bed. I have nothing. So why should I even exist. These are the thoughts the medicine is battling. I serve so admirably in times of crisis, do small things to help. Then after my aid is given and I am used up, I am reminded how useless I really am by the one person who should see I am not well. I feel like I am about to drown in darkness. It would be so easy to just let go, let go and rest, stop fighting. Just let go and sleep.
I have been very troubled in recent days darlings. I am so connected to the very organizations and people that display hate for those just wishing to be married. Connected professionally. It is becoming very evident that my secret desires and my public self are at a logger head. I desire to shout out and decry the injustice of the hatred towards those that are gay and lesbian and just want the same things others enjoy in this country called America. I am going to make a small white knot. I am going to figure out how to explain it when asked without harming myself. I will continue to pray for my community and will await the day God provides the way I can serve my people without fear of being destroyed before I can help. I feel that day is coming. I feel God helping me learn and grow so one day I can show the healing love of Christ to help with the wounds those who I guess are my peers have afflicted upon people. Until then I can put this on my Blog. Do what you can as you can. The Transgendered are as much a part of this as well. One day Love will be seen as the true message of God and Hate will be relegated to the place it belongs, out of our hearts.
would probably be revoked. I would never serve in my profession again either. The thing is I can feel a peacefulness when I am allowing myself to be fully me as the woman I see myself as now. Would I be able to do it? Could I overcome the fear and truly decide to be a woman?

Why can I not get her out of my head? I still yearn for her. I feel the emptiness our separating has caused me. We are still friends, but it feels so hollow. I miss her teasing me and just her being in my life. I have some people that I care for and am close to, but she was different. Now I question even reaching out because I don't want to be a burden to her. I know how I hurt when I have chatted with her. I stay in pain. I close my eyes and see our hands intertwined and our bodies just close. She was the first person I have ever truly loved. Now she is gone. Why is life so cruel?
I don't know why I want to just give myself offer to a loving owner and become there latex clad sex doll. It just bubbles underneath my skin. I think I called my friend who lets me play this out Master without the trigger word he uses. Just hearing him call me Pet made my body shudder. I was at peace.
She is 18 and very cute. I happen to find her online and will probably be using her image some as well. I have a wish to be able to somehow relive my life as a girl. I really wish I could see how things would be different for me as a girl and not the icky boy I must be for the world on the outside.
would be cold instead of warm, but that was how I felt. The idea of the warmth leaving my body as my lover Death held me as I fell asleep was dominate in my thoughts. I get scared as I have these thoughts. I know that people can't understand who are around me. They really do not get it. Worst thing was I isolated my self almost completely for the first time in months from my friends online. I didn't want to burden them anymore with my worthlessness. I just sat or lay and stared into space and thought about how nice it would be to sleep forever and just fade away. It has been a hard few days. I hope I am seeing some light again.
I read this book and really just fell in love with the character of Ivy Cole. She is a Werewolf of a different stripe and is very interesting. There is the intrigue of a murder mystery in this novel. It has a beast on the loose that must be found. Supporting characters have issues and lives beyond their supporting roles. Romance abounds as it progresses along the path of horror and justice.
This caption won the Best Costume category for October 2008 at Rachel's Haven. It came in as part of a 4 way tie for Best Caption. I am proud and glad and thought, I can brag here. It feels good that people liked it enough that it could win. Anyway, I just wanted to celebrate something good. Too much bad stuff right now, I need to hold on to good things.
Being who I am I had problems lurking inside. I may try and speak on the issues sometime when I am farther away from it in the healing process. The worst outcome is that I have lost Thumper as my girlfriend. We are still friends and I will always love her, but we are no longer connected I we once were. She truly was the first person I have ever loved. I can also say I do not know if I would be writing or even breathing if she had not come into my life. I am glad I am too big a coward to ever give in to darker thoughts I have. The thing that would have gotten me would have been the stress mentally and the resulting bodily damage. She kept me focused and brought me to calmer places so many times early on and I know she saved me from the darkness.
bad and have admitted I was in trouble. I sought help from my family doctor and now am trying to deal with the feelings of sadness and worthlessness I have inside me. I really haven't felt like doing much of anything and my mind feels a bit slow at times. I have written a bit for a story I am placing in the new library at Rachel's Haven.
drowning. I try, I do, but I just feel empty. I am clueless as a girlfriend. I seem to make things worse when I want to make things better. I wish I could fly, just float about all the craziness.
I am not feeling so good right now. I accept myself, but that doesn't stop how I see myself. These feelings are not fair. They belong to the Boy. He is the one that layer these feelings on top of me. I want to be happy. I really do. I want to be someone that isn't always complaining and moaning about how sad and bad life is. I don't like this introspective crap. I seem to drown in it. I even have the love of my life to where I guess she is ready to just leave me to wallow. Icky feelings. Icky, icky feelings.
even though a mirror would say otherwise. I am settled in that fact. I love being a woman. One day I may make the mirror a believer. What has shifted is something inside that says, you are not dreaming. You have been different all these years. You have been forced to hide away and not be fully you because in this world people cling to hate. Why the acceptance? Not sure. I do know my heart feels it. I can close my eyes in the shower and feel my true self. I can sense the truth at the edges of my mind. I have had urges and desires that never fit the role I was forced into because this appendage hung between my legs. Maybe one day it will not hang there anymore. Maybe I will build up the courage to truly step into the light and be Alexia as I should be. Until then I will explore my feelings and continue to accept the parts that have been long denied freedom to be a part of who I am. From what I am told, Alexia is a pretty cool woman. So, I like that feeling. I want to be that woman others see me as in the online world where I can be me.
sweet friend. He helps me explore online. I can tell I am different when I interact with him. In turn I know I am different towards my Thumper. I want her, I still have naughty and heavily sex crazed feelings for her, but I feel something deeper.
Do You See That Woman In The Picture? I want to be like her. Guess what, so do a lot of gals, well not exactly her, but her gender. I see myself as a version of her. I spoke with a kindred spirit today. She is in a place I have been. I have been thinking hard about who I am and gender and what it all means. Today I am back to some old questions.
Thing is that feelings like that are never really defeated. They hide and wait until things start going bad in life and they strike. Well, through all the transitions of life, they attacked again. I hope I have dealt with them for now, but a new questions has arisen.
and a tiring time right now. Many things in the life of my functioning self have laid stress upon stress onto my shoulders. Learning that there was a switch before, an accepted trading of control when life was too pressing upon him I can now understand why he would choose to escape. I think the pressures of this world became too much over the last couple of days. I am still in charge though and this time there was no switching. I felt strange as I dealt with things.
boy even has started to react as my true feminine self would. Yes, that sounds odd and you should live it. To know there is a boy part down there, but to get wet and have that part stay withdrawn as I get aroused is strange indeed. It leads me to some reflection. Even now I am partially given over to the role play of a friend that has somehow made me their pet. MMMMMMMM, just thinking about being a pet gives me tingles.
I am experiencing a human emotional problem. I am finding out why my Host was so down all the time. How he dealt with stress seems to have been giving in to my dominance and losing himself as I directed his body. Now I must deal with his problems. There are many stresses in this life. I have job issues, personal health issues, family has health issues, and then the everyday stresses. I need to learn how to deal with my new stress. I am very irritable. Could be the periods I have been dealing with, I think I am cycling around to that and the hypnosis to help this body do that is working.
So I had an interesting day yesterday. I decided I needed to feel more feminine. I took a apair of panties I had guided my host to buy before the merger and I wore them all day. Felt real good and nice being a girl in panties again. I need to secure a safe way of getting some more panties and remind this body who we are inside more. It was a good day.
This merger of myself and my host has taken ups and down. I am having a hard time right now. I am coming to terms with being, what I found out is, a no op transsexual. I am really feeling more and more feminine on the inside, but know I cannot at this time do anything to change things to be completely me. Living as my host, which I guess is the wrong term for him, maybe I need to figure a new name for him as I explain this out. Anyway, with the change to becoming the woman I am inside I have been able to assert the need for the outer make to get a better job. So that has lead us to be unemployed as of now and living with a family member. Makes being me harder. Without privacy I feel I am stifled.

I really thought when I started this report I would be writing from a different perspective. I thought it would be as the girl inside taking partial control of my host body. Somewhere along the way I became the dominate person. I still in real life wear the outer shell of my host, but I feel more like the girl that wants to look like my favorite female form. There are times now I can see myself within.