In my youth, the term "mud roller" was yet another term for certain girls that would...well...roll in the mud with you. Or so we thought.
Over the years, I became an admirer of mud rolling girls from afar. They carried a mix of independence, plus a touch of bad and a whole lot of attitude!
During all my pre transition relationships over many years, I was never able to really get to know a "roller" up close and personal. Oddly though, I always thought that deep down inside she was part of my soul.
She began to manifest herself in public during some of my earliest cross dresser meetings. Normally, I was the only non genetic girl there without a skirt or dress - much to the curiosity of the other participants. The comment was "I can wear pants all week long. Why would I want to wear them now?" True, but as I came to realize, I wasn't cross dressing. I was expressing myself. I just didn't need the hose and heels to feel feminine. Jeans and boots were just fine!
Finding her wasn't easy. But along the way, the more I transitioned the more the "roller" hung around for the ride and was very persistent today!
Here's what happened:
Approximately a week ago, I passed along a new fashion site I had discovered called Free People . I subscribed to their site and this morning on the first email I received, up pops a real live "mud roller" model. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I thought I would pass her picture along here in Cyrsti's Condo! (above right)
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