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When I was little, my grandmother bribed me into potty training by offering me Fancy Panties. Fancy panties were nothing more than little panties with ruffles on the butt. I, however, thought they were the most awesome thing in the entire world, and promptly declared myself a "big girl" and used the potty. (You read that right—big girl. I lived as a female until a few years ago.)

As I grew older and became more of a tomboy, the Fancy Panties disappeared from my wardrobe. But not by choice. I still wanted to wear them, you see, but they were deemed "baby" clothes.  Once I embraced my transgender identity and started wearing the clothes I'd always wanted to wear—masculine attire—my Fancy Panties indeed seemed a thing of the ancient past.

But then something occurred to me. Among the things I find erotic (and there are many! LOL) is a sexy man in frilly things. Nothing gets me going faster than a hunk in a sexy garter belt, or a deliciously muscled man wearing fishnet stockings. So why can't that be me? I mean, admittedly, I'm no hunk, and I'm not about to go around having my picture taken wearing only my skivvies, fancy or not. But the question remained—why can't I be that sexy guy?

Well, the answer is…I can. So, I went out to the stores in search of Fancy Panties in my size. Which proved impossible. I then turned to my old friend, the Internet. Eureka! I ordered these Ruffle Panties in red on red and black on red. They're pretty sweet.

Then, I dragged out my old jewelry box and pulled out all my oversized, blingier than blingier rings. And I bought a couple new ones.  You can check them out here: Rhinestone fish ring and rhinestone turtle ring.

I'm also painting my toenails purple. Just because.  

To keep up with my transgender theme here, I'm offering up a free PDF copy of "What the Lady Wants" to one lucky random commenter!

Blurb: 

When Keenan's lover, Naro, reveals the deep, dark secret of his past, Keenan must decide how strong their love really is. But Keenan has a secret of his own -- one that's right up Naro's alley.

 Excerpt:

Candlelight. There should've been soft, flickering candlelight, instead of the almost harsh glow of the light orb swinging above them. And soothing music—Keenan should've paid someone to stand outside the bedroom door and play a kempla flute for them—instead of the distant howls and calls of animals floating in through the window. They should've been surrounded by wisps of incense—that spicy-sweet blend the heavyset apothecary always sold at Festival—not the same old scent of dinner lingering on the air, mixing with the smells of the world outside. For that matter, he should've cooked something special tonight, roasted a bruta pig or filleted a tarkin.

All these thoughts went through Keenan's mind as he trailed kisses down the right side of Naro's neck, across his collarbone, then nibbled a path back up to those full, luscious lips. He would've liked to have staged the night a little better, made their first time more special, but Naro's urgency and enthusiasm had convinced him otherwise. At least he'd changed the bedding yesterday. Something had told him to use his best, softest sheets and his nicest—or least tattered, anyway—top blanket: the heavy one with the gold ribbon running around the edges and the birds stitched onto each hand-quilted panel.

The big wooden bed creaked as Keenan leaned over and reached to the bedside table for the bottle of oil—the very expensive, hard to find glandra flower oil he'd had ferried in four months ago in anticipation of a night like this. He'd spent his every waking second for the past year waiting for this moment, and, now that it was here, he couldn't imagine a more perfect way to spend the evening, poor planning aside.

"Wait. There's something you should know first." Naro pushed against Keenan's chest and sat up a bit.

Meet DC Juris!

A Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud transgender bisexual living in Upstate New York with his husband, four dogs, three cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. He's still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, and he'll gladly entertain offers or applications for the position! In the rare event that he's not writing, DC can be found surfing the internet for random research, killing things on his Xbox, reading, taking pictures of the world around him, or playing Farmville, to which he admits a complete and totally blissful addiction. You can keep up with him at www.facebook.com/dcjuris, or www.dcjuris.com.

Holy Hannah, DC, you know how to bring it. Woot! I checked out the jewelry. My nails are painted this sparkly dark red and they would look great on my hand! Thanks for being open about yourself and for visiting with my friends and I at Romance With SASS - okay now...who's gonna win the book? 

Margie