Bambi here.

Let's make that clear off the bat.  So many posts.  So much "bla bla bla."  Who's writing?  Who is "I"?  Well, whoever it is, it's not the same person today as was typing in 2015.  There is no "I."

I am Bambi.  I already was Bambi was when I woke up at 03:50, already dressed and horny.  It was my voice that was moaning in the agonies of arousal, even while my stocking feet were looking for the floor.  It is still dark, but Bambi has had a shower, shaved smooth, had a nutritious breakfast, and tidied up the kitchen.

Bambi is very organized, because Bambi is excited for her day.  (The literary value of the repitition has lapsed.  I shall revert to first person...) A normal part of my morning routine is dressing, getting high, prancing and trancing, most days before the sun - or my Wife - rises.  Today was like most, although perhaps more enthusiastic.  It's Day #2 of a long weekend.  Yesterday I successfully melted my mind on weed-dressing-hypno.  It was glorious.

Today is the Day of the 'Shroom.

I'm feeling fit.  My state of mind is positive.  (Who am I kidding?!  State of mind?  Horny as fuck!)  My agenda is clear - if I use the special imaginative powers of the chronic procrastinator - and it's even raining outside.  Wife is safely out of town.  This outfit was carefully selected for comfort and fashion:  purple basque, trimmed in black lace, tan FFS stockings, red dress over top.  Tan pumps.  I feel like a complete faggot.  It's delicious!

'Shrooms.  If one goes into the Magic Kingdom of 'Shroom with any aspirations, they are thus:  I want to be completely transformed into a submissive feminized sissy faggot slut.

See you on the other side,

 /Bambi