Dignity...

...I've got very nervous as to what I've got myself in for, being a Miss Foxx's sissy and all. Of course my new vow is to never reject an order, but my mind is working overdrive as to all the things I'd love to do, willingly do, and SHALL do regardless of my dignity.

Guilty

Just now, taking the last few photos in stolen outfits is when I have felt the most guilty. Don't get me wrong, I am most disturbed, and most fearful of getting found out about the babydoll. But, I've just worn a few dresses and skirt outfits and felt so guilty because I 'borrowed' them from the sweetest girl, and when she wore them she just looked so elegant. I feel awful that I've fulfilled such a perverted action with such eloquent, innocent attire.

Are You Intrigued Miss Foxx?

I leave the decision up to you, whether or not I am permit to continue my day in jeans as I have done these past 2 hours, or whether you'd rather I wear something more appropriate for Miss Foxx's Barbie Toy. However, completely aside from this, I have just gone to check the fourth bedroom. With very little expectation I rummaged through her drawers, knowing that she took FIVE bags of clothing home in an attempt to re-adjust he wardrobe. Only to find a surprise for both you and me... Are you intrigued Miss Foxx?

See, I was going to leave it to you as a surprise, send you the photos as soon as possible... BUT! My phone is almost out of battery, and so I got all dressed up, slipped into something a little bit more comfortable (or uncomfortable I should say) and my camera refused to work. But it's almost divine intervention, as it gives me the opportunity to acknowledge that you are far more skilled than I, and my poses have been decidedly samey lately. So I would like you to use me as your blank canvas, and craft me into your perfect sissy model for a minimum of FIVE photos.

So there it was. The final bedroom. Having visited 3, I've already used 2 of them to there full extent. I need to revisit one, because what she lacks in slutty clothing, she makes up for with an ABUNDANCE of elegant clothing that I can use to 'drip feed' you for weeks to come :) So there I was, having snuck into the fourth bedroom, found the cupboards to be bare, the floor clear with the exception of one lone black leather jacket. I went to the drawers, boring jeans, a few uninteresting tops. Then, top drawer, placed delicately between a small collection of brand new tights and a few bras, was a babydoll and lace thong set. Black and red, too short to offer me coverage. However, it is the exact sexy garment you've been after to brighten your day. This item of clothing would be the sole reason that I'll NEVER be able to look her, or her boyfriend, directly in the eye again...

(I hope this is a modest contribution to your increase in health. I know that my dignity is spent.)

Degrading Update

...Finally an update. I thought I was very clever, I borrowed a pair of jeans and a normal looking tee (although it was a girls tee) and I wore them downstairs with plain black socks. Firstly I got told off (jokingly) for entering the kitchen without shoes on, then our caretaker had FIVE assistants joining him for lunch, real lads lads; and I'm stood there trying to hide my lace panties beneath a pair of girls jeans. I made my excuses for not eating with them, and have snuck back up to the team lounge with my food where I can accompany you with a degrading update of LBB's day.

I hope this aids in you regaining your health since I noticed that you tweet, a subs desperation is your medicine (in similar words).

'Disco Pants'

Just as a brief explanation... every item of clothing that I am wearing in that photo belongs to a girl I work with, items borrowed from her room. All except the 'Disco Pants' as you called them, I bought them in Primark on saturday as preperation for contacting you. And then was furious with myself for not checking the price tag as they were £16!! Then on top of that, I am CERTAIN that a retreatant was wearing that identical pair on Sunday (yesterday)...

I hope this is of amusement to you, Miss Foxx