My "alter ego"

This is Heather, my imaginary alternate identity.

As you can see, I have a shy personality and an extremely specific personal fashion "style" that I enjoy indulging and refining. This photograph shows me in what I'm pretty sure is my new favorite outfit...I admit that while waiting for the camera self-timer to fire, I was actually trembling a bit with impatience (since I was about to wear it outside for the first time). It took me more than 45 minutes with a pair of scissors to get the t-shirt down to an acceptable size...since my "rules of attire" pretty much force me to always expose my abdomen (my friends say they can tell when I'm going to say something, because my stomach sucks in beforehand).

And before you bring it up, no, I won't cut my hair. I spend a fortune on conditioner (and I have to watch out for elevator doors and the like) but I think it suits my personality. It takes courage to show myself on a public forum like this so please bear that in mind if you comment/critique me. You might think that dressing like this in public would take more courage, but expressing myself and breaking rules is a habit I won't give up.

My friend caught this candid snapshot of me the other day (she thinks it's cute the way I actually try to cover my boobs with my hands).

And here's my ride...the dealer "threw in" the vanity license plates (which I wasn't expecting, but which I have to admit I like). Another friend caught this candid of me arriving at the mall, probably on my way to the designer swimwear store where I've been buying most of my clothes (like this wonderful gold-lycra number). The saleswomen's eyes always widen when I find what I'm looking for, and, rather than getting dressed, just strap on my shoes and tell them I'll "wear it out."

If I walk too fast my boobs smack me in the chin?I'm used to it. The shoe salesladies sympathize -- I can't ever look down and see my feet so I have to use their mirrors.

And yes, I have a weakness for these super-expensive Fendi handbags...but since I never buy dresses or clothes, I can afford to accessorize as fashionably as I want.

Out for the evening.

Whenever I arrive somewhere, the crowd instantly labels me as "the girl with the big tits" -- I'm powerless to prevent the excitement my appearance causes. It's funny; I like to dress up this way to look pretty, but I have to admit that the attention I get in public causes sensations I can't really control -- this mink coat and tiny bikini give me a feeling of near-constant arousal that just gets stronger the longer it goes on.

I guess it's a distraction I'm going to have to live with...I might be able to ignore my looks and the way I dress, but with breasts like these, there's no way I can prevent that forbidden thrill from coming over me all the time. (I can totally see them even when I'm gazing straight ahead.) Trying to hide how close I am to orgasm is so delightfully difficult -- I keep thinking that everyone can tell how aroused I am (which only fuels their envy).

When I wear this outfit, I really enjoy delaying the moment that I let the coat fall open. I can tease a bit with some bare thigh (or a glimpse of lapel cleavage that always makes people's eyes bulge) but the longer I force myself to wait, the more exciting it is when I finally unleash my Olympian body (especially when I can hear the gasps across the room, and people whispering "Oh my God, she's wearing a bikini!"). No matter how ready I think I am for how good it will feel, I always end up weak in the knees -- and the butterflies in my stomach only magnify deliciously when I glide my fingertips across my bare abdomen to calm them. Once the coat is open I don't let myself close it; I've just got to learn to handle the intoxicating, joyous arousal of looking like this, no matter how difficult it is to conceal (or how shamelessly I start posing).

A waiter at an expensive restaurant handed me this electrifying note:

I know your secret. You're really a guy, aren't you?

One look at you, and I can tell: everything about you is a dead giveaway. Only a TG guy would parade around in public dressed like that (and only a TG guy would want to look like a supermodel with gigantic boobs).

Truth be told, I'm jealous...It looks like you're having a lot of fun, being a girl. I can only imagine the thrill you must be feeling. Congratulations on your angelic, heart-stopping face and your magnificent body. And don't worry; your secret's safe with me.

XOXO?anonymous

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She looks great, a bit like Jaime Pressley.