So I was still stranded in Southeast London
it was day number three now…
I still couldn’t get the camper van working. The baterry just wouldn’t take a charge whatever I did the damn thing just wpuldnt move..
IIt was way too cold to stand a camper vant was way too cold..r. It was literally freezing outside.
This was the third night I’c stayed in Greenwich travelodge.
There wasn’t much to do there.. I’ve already been to New Cross to attempt to see my friends but because I’m a sissy, they have all pretty much disowned me I’ve literally lost the respect of everyone that I cared about down there.
What’s worse is that I felt like a ghost, haunting my own past. It was surreal in a way, as I was no longer Steve Kleenex, if I truly was in the first place
I was Bitchblackwhore now. To be honest I had accepted this a while back and had no illusion I could ever go back to my friends and expect them to regard me as they used to. My old life was over and although I did miss my friends I glad that I didn’t have to look in the eye. I had new frieWhen you getnds now people in my life the accepted me this way.
I decided to spend the next three days, taking cock and stretching my fuckhole. Of the guys I met, none were willing to film or be filmed. Luckily enough though, my fuckhole has no problem smiling for the camera.
So I’ve got to say, I’m quite proud of all the stuff that I filmed there and the second travelodge (See here and here) b that I stayed in. I look good, starting to look very girly now because of the hormones and my make up training in general. My clitty looks small and useles and my fuckhole looks really good. I think I look half desirable. Let me know what you think in the comments below.
Bye for now black whore fans…..
xxx
