Day Three
What a day--I changed tampons at Burger King!
The day started pretty normal. Took a couple of Midol and preceded with the usual morning douche. One quart. Managed 30 minutes without much cramping. I think daily douching is important during my sissy period. I usually wear a pad in my panties for a while afterwards, just in case!
I fixed my bicycle tire. That means I took out the old inner tube and replaced it with a new one pre-filled with goop that I bought at the Wall Marche. Then I went to see if the two guys working on their hot car next door had a bicycle pump. This is a sweet ride, a 1968 Mercury Cougar. Tummy still slightly unsettled but OK. No pump. It felt kinda wild talking to these two dudes, leaning over the hood of a car, and nobody can see my panties or knows I am wearing a maxi pad.
So I had to take the tire on the bus to the closest compressor and fill it with air, my mission after a shower and a tampon. This was an excursion! I seldom ride the bus. My transportation is my RV for traveling, bike for getting around because I need to slim up, and sometimes the local bus wherever I am. But I like the bus, the interactions with people, and carrying a bicycle tire is a sure fire conversation starter.
I got a lot done. Air, some injector cleaner for my rig, and I wandered through a dollar store where I bought a Hannah Montana plastic table cloth that leapt out at me. I like Hannah but I think the new Miley Cyrus is somehow, I don’t know, slutty? Anyway, it’s waterproof and may come in handy. Who knows?
The tire came through and earned me a lovely conversation with the owner of a Middle Eastern restaurant, opening tomorrow night, in the local shopping center, and a belly dancer. We chatted about the history of belly dancing and the Queen of Sheba and Babylon and I laughingly got her to try and show me a couple of moves. Trying a hip thrust I couldn’t help but wonder if this lovely lady could somehow sense that I was wearing pretty panties and a tampon. I wouldn’t mind sharing the information with her. I wish I’d had my training bra on. I think I’ll show up tomorrow for opening night. Dinner and belly dancing. What could be better?
Anyway, I had to wait for the bus, so I treated myself to junk food. Burger King. Thanks to my trusty bicycle tire, I had a lovely chat with a Mom and her two teen daughters while pigging out. Mom was from Kansas and a college Bball fan. Me too. She likes Kansas. So it’d been about 4 hours and the bathroom was spotless clean and I felt safe changing my tampon. I left the tampon wrapper visible among the paper towels in the trash.
Day One Catch-Up
This is my third monthly but over a week late because I realized the moon is the real mother goddess of monthlies and she was entering her new phase. My cycles, for as long as they last, will be lunar. There is talk about how sissy periods are fake and contrived and I can’t argue with them. All I know is, for the moment they are helping to guide me to my femme side, which has been well hidden away. As for forced, well all I did was wait till 3:04 PM and then I got comfy and sucked down a bottle of formula/milk-of-magnesia. Nap time. The cramps started an hour later and recurred several times that evening. Too heavy a flow for tampons so just pad up and stay close to the bathroom.
Day Two Catch Up
Morning douche, tampons the rest of the day. A quiet day and I did some much needed cleaning. I’m starting to love SK’s main chat. I’m really not sure how into virtual role playing I am, but sometimes it’s a blast. Mostly I’m just the girly side of me, or I’m trying to be.
OK, the catch-ups are a bit cheating, but I can fill in later. It’s now my 4th day, and I’m going belly dancing. I’ll have to write up today separately so I might just as well post this to see what it looks like online. Later I’d like to say more about my sissy periods in general too!
Deep curtsy to all,
Rene Descartes
with my deepest curtsy for all,
Sissy Renee
Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.
The Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.
Alice: How do you know I'm mad?
The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here.
The Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.
Alice: How do you know I'm mad?
The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here.