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Journal Entry: September 14, 2023

It's been quite a journey watching Tiffany transform over the years. I still remember the first day of college when we met. She was this nerdy 18-year-old, always buried in books and coding away in her room. We had an amazing freshman year together, studying late into the night, attending sci-fi conventions, and bonding over our shared love for all things nerdy.

Fast forward to now, Tiffany is in her senior year, and she's become an absolute stunner. I couldn't help but notice the change in her as she evolved into this confident, radiant young woman. It's like she's shed her cocoon and emerged as a beautiful butterfly. And I can't keep my eyes off of her breasts. They are absolutely massive, but so perfect. She is driving me crazy.

What's taken me by surprise, though, is her choice of profession. She's become a stripper, and she seems to genuinely enjoy the work. It's legal, of course, and I respect her right to make her own choices, but it's left me feeling conflicted. She recently had her lips injected, and her hair is more blonde than ever. I want her so bad, but want her to be happy.

On one hand, I'm happy to see Tiffany embracing her newfound confidence and owning her sexuality. She's never been this self-assured before, and it's clear that stripping has given her a sense of empowerment. She's in control of her life, making her own decisions, and it's hard not to admire that.

But on the other hand, I can't help but worry about her. Stripping is not without its challenges, and it can be a tough and often judgmental industry. I wonder if she's fully aware of the potential pitfalls and if she's taking all the necessary precautions to stay safe.

I suppose what's bothering me the most is the stark contrast between the Tiffany I knew and the one I see now. It's a reminder of how much people can change, how life can take unexpected turns. I need to remind myself that she's still the same person deep down, just with a different outward appearance and career path.

As her friend, I want to be supportive and understanding, even if I don't completely comprehend her choices. Tiffany's journey is her own, and I'll be here for her no matter what. I hope she continues to find happiness and fulfillment in whatever she does, and I'll do my best to adjust to this new chapter in our friendship. But seeing her in that tight leather outfit, and that sultry look, I don't know what to do.

I want her in every way possible. I know she is intellectual, as always, but my mind is full of sexual fantasies. I am torn. I need to have her, but will she have me?

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Journal Entry: September 14, 2023

It's been quite a journey watching Tiffany transform over the years. I still remember the first day of college when we met. She was this nerdy 18-year-old, always buried in books and coding away in her room. We had an amazing freshman year together, studying late into the night, attending sci-fi conventions, and bonding over our shared love for all things nerdy.

Fast forward to now, Tiffany is in her senior year, and she's become an absolute stunner. I couldn't help but notice the change in her as she evolved into this confident, radiant young woman. It's like she's shed her cocoon and emerged as a beautiful butterfly. And I can't keep my eyes off of her breasts. They are absolutely massive, but so perfect. She is driving me crazy.

What's taken me by surprise, though, is her choice of profession. She's become a stripper, and she seems to genuinely enjoy the work. It's legal, of course, and I respect her right to make her own choices, but it's left me feeling conflicted. She recently had her lips injected, and her hair is more blonde than ever. I want her so bad, but want her to be happy.

On one hand, I'm happy to see Tiffany embracing her newfound confidence and owning her sexuality. She's never been this self-assured before, and it's clear that stripping has given her a sense of empowerment. She's in control of her life, making her own decisions, and it's hard not to admire that.

But on the other hand, I can't help but worry about her. Stripping is not without its challenges, and it can be a tough and often judgmental industry. I wonder if she's fully aware of the potential pitfalls and if she's taking all the necessary precautions to stay safe.

I suppose what's bothering me the most is the stark contrast between the Tiffany I knew and the one I see now. It's a reminder of how much people can change, how life can take unexpected turns. I need to remind myself that she's still the same person deep down, just with a different outward appearance and career path.

As her friend, I want to be supportive and understanding, even if I don't completely comprehend her choices. Tiffany's journey is her own, and I'll be here for her no matter what. I hope she continues to find happiness and fulfillment in whatever she does, and I'll do my best to adjust to this new chapter in our friendship. But seeing her in that tight leather outfit, and that sultry look, I don't know what to do.

I want her in every way possible. I know she is intellectual, as always, but my mind is full of sexual fantasies. I am torn. I need to have her, but will she have me?