Got a webcam and took a few pictures of myself for a dom/domme couple.  It was thrilling to be able to honor Their request.

I've officially broken up with Bobby.  It was an easy decision after so many promises broken.

With or without Bobby, I'm starting my transition to womanhood.  It's day two of taking Spironolactone and will soon be chatting with an endocrinologist.

I'm thinking Bobby is just a game player or Internet phantom.  She keeps on giving little but excuses over the last few days on why she can't come to me and what information she has given me makes her look suspect in hindsight.  I'm putting myself back on the market for all the naughty boys and girls.  Good to be back.

Double dose of good news.  My favorite British transsexual, Lauren Harries, is going to get her own television show.  And my favorite American transsexual, Bobby, is going to be here tomorrow.  Pretty soon I'll be going down on my knees to take most if not all of her inside me.

Bobby should be here by the middle of next week.  I am to cook her a meal of spaghetti, garlic bread, and blueberry pie.  Am looking forward to being spanked and servicing her.

I may be off the market for a while as a wonderful non-op transsexual named Bobby is going to show me the ropes, so to speak.  Under her tutelage I shall be feminized and trained.

Received prize from Bizarre Magazine for a letter I sent in about Lauren Harries - a British blonde male to female who's so desperate for attention she'll snort ants like Ozzy Osbourne.