My "Hairstyle" -3)

I am wearing a ponytail.

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Dreams

So, 1st, I was at a college, which was like my music school.  There was this thin diction brunette teacher.  We all huddled to class from her.  I was attracted to her.  I came back.  For some reason, I imagined her carrying me.  1st, she like touched me, like put her arm around my body.  I was wearing a casual dress and she was like massaging my crotch but not like ***********.  After awhile, it felt perverted and I stopped when that happened.  I liked the 1st time I saw her and she felt sorry for me losing my female thing and it felt kinda like more subtle but strong and then something else.  I was unable to recreate the feeling and wanted to feel it all over a lot.  Then, I walked somewhere.  I was in this big like bathroom and finding a way to stimulate myself and it really worked but not like really good and my mom came in.  I was embarrassed, saw her leave, didn't see her come, and pretend I was doing something else.  I went to the front desk and it was about to close, whatever the place was.  I asked about how to be a member.  I followed a tall girl into the bathroom and found a stall, peed, while she showered and saw me go forward, another girl in there showering.  I thought 1 was using the toilet.  I said oh I peed on the floor and muttered some other things.  I found after awhile there was no toilet and that there were maybe 3 toilets arranged in the enclosure.  It was clean.  So, then, I found another little room there and wanted to stimulate myself.  I guess I came out and went to the front desk and found they took a photo ID of me with more of a triangular front to my face and a round head, my hair substantially covering the side of my face, a little curly-looking, like wavy ringlets.  I walked away, looking at my picture.

I don't remember what was most interesting, but I woke up to a good feeling, a strange idea I was in a, like, totally fuzzy short dress and had, some shaded white.

I don't remember what was best, I think it was anticipating the diction teacher.  I think I was skipping speech.  It was like a series of a few days.

The stimulating house was a nice place, don't know what the places other than the bathrooms were for.  I was talking to a little black dude who worked there, maybe 1 other black dude, 2 desks across the area facing each other on either side.

I know I had some dream where it was lite interacting with Ellen DeGeneres at a school.

Fashion Sense

Something really interested me.  I noticed the trendy clothes I found in the Jacksonville area stopped when I moved to the New Orleans area, which was completely behind in merchandise, zero, zip, nada caught my emotion. That, as well as my personality other than me shelling to remember it, totally died.  I went back to Jacksonville, and they had talking trash cans.  The clothes were big and square.