Mistress and I moved into our new house this week.  Exciting!  Busy week.  By yesterday things were functional enough that Mistress was off to a sports event for the weekend.  In fact, She was watching sports on the new television, where I was installed in worship at Her feet, when She suddenly arose and announced Her departure, leaving me on the floor with my flaccid sissy dick in my hand.  Mistress wished me a slutty weekend, and was gone.  

That left me, sissy Heidi, alone for the first time in her new house - for an entire weekend - to make reacquaintance with my “tickle trunk” of gurls’ delicates.  There would be weed.  Oh, maybe some porn.  Hypnosis, yes, that too.   

I don’t need to relate too many details of my time alone.  Put lingerie, weed, porn and hypnosis into a blender, and drink it down.  It is now Saturday morning.  The time at home has simply been intense.  In this place I can be me.  I never imagined that this could be possible.  It is bliss.    

This morning, quite on instinct, I awoke at 05:40 in the pitch dark.  I dressed by flashlight:  red padded corset, garters, black stockings and panties, mini-skirt.  No accessories.  Just a guy in a toque, rain coat, hiking boots and lingerie.  After a glorious coffee, I ventured out in the gathering dawn.  Our home sits amidst a web or forest trails; crouching on a hillside in the deep coastal green woods.  I walked.  I walked for two hours, very evidently in partial drag.   

I saw no one, although one squirrel chattered at me in passing.  It felt glorious.  Whole.  Integrated.  One.  Me.   

As a wise man once wrote, “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”  Amen.