As I lay in bed I couldn't stop thinking about him. A tremor passed through my body as the projected memory of his face and form took shape in my mind.

I'd met him in The Barley Mow whilst out on the town in my stunning and captivating full length dress, my blonde wavy wig. Made in black stretchy cire, my body-hugging dress with its fishtail bottom never failed to attract the attention of the guys. I loved enticing them, deceiving them into believing I was a real woman. It was all just a bit of harmless fun. I loved being treated as a lady and it was obvious they loved spoiling me. I never met any of the guys again. I was just out for having a good time, a good laugh and a few drinks in the delightful company of men - real men who knew how to treat a lady.

I lay in bed thinking about him. He was too good to be true. I never planned it to happen this way. Like any other night I had just planned to go out, to have a good time with the guys. I hadn't planned to fall for anybody.

We had chatted for over two hours. He was gorgeous and he treated me like a real lady.

I hadn't seen him since we met seven days ago but I had spent the last seven days thinking about him. He was the only thing that occupied my mind. I just had to see him again otherwise I'd go absolutely crazy. I couldn't get him out of my head: his incredible good looks, his dazzling blue eyes, his charming smile, his lean tight body.

Was it possible to fall in love with somebody after having just met them? I didn't even know his name. How could I be in love with him? No, I couldn't possibly allow myself to fall in love with him. It wasn't right that I should see him again. It was wrong for me to deceive such a nice guy in the first place. What if I did see him again and he fell for me? I couldn't live with myself if I hurt his feelings. He had to find out I was a man sooner or later. What had I let myself in for? If I didn't see him again though, I would lose my mind. I had to see him, it was as simple as that. Just one more time.

The next night I decided to go back to The Barley Mow. I didn't need my body-clinging dress to attract the guys tonight. I didn't want to attract anybody except him. Wearing my silken indigo over-blouse and matching wrap-over skirt I made my way to The Barley Mow. I'd toned down on the make-up a little this evening. I didn't want to give him the impression that I was anybody's. Again I wore my blonde wavy wig.

I hadn't arranged to see him again but he did say that The Barley Mow was his local and that he went there most nights of the week. So there was a good chance he'd be in there. As I approached the pub a feeling of panic came over me? What if he wasn't in? What if I never saw him again? I shrugged the thought from my mind. Course I'd see him again. This was his local. Why would he stop coming? He'll turn up. He was probably already there waiting for me, standing at the bar waiting.

I entered the pub. It was loud and hot. As usual I attracted the attention of all the guys. I suppose it was rather unusual for a pretty-looking girl to come out all by herself. I made my way to the bar where he was standing last week. The spot where he was standing was empty.

I ordered a drink and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen. I looked at my watch. It was early. There was plenty of time. I went to the Ladies to powder my nose and when I returned the place at the bar was still empty. I was prepared to stay there all night waiting for him. I seated myself down on the bar stool. Even if he strolled in at five minutes to closing time the wait would have been worth it.

After twenty minutes I ordered another drink. I looked around the room. He was nowhere to be seen.

It serves you right, I told myself. It's your own fault for treating men like you do, deceiving them for your own enjoyment.

Please turn up, I said over and over again.

Stop panicking.

It's early days yet.

A well-built and good-looking guy came over to the bar. He asked whether he could buy me a drink. He was really nice, his leather jacket stretching over his bulging chest, flexing biceps almost bursting through his tight sleeves. His hair was cropped short and he had the most gorgeous thick lips. Normally I would be in there like a flash but tonight there was only one person on my mind.

"It's very kind of you to offer to buy me a drink but I'm waiting for a friend."

He put on a sad face and went to try his luck with somebody else.

Ten o'clock and I was still at the bar alone. For three hours I had waited. If he was coming he would have come by now.

I ordered another drink.

"There are plenty more fish in the sea, love," said the barman, handing me my glass of wine.

"Who said I was waiting for someone?"

"It's written all over your face. And if you want my advice, I'd forget about him. Don't let anybody break your heart. They're not worth it."

I was just about to tell him to mind his own business when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and when I saw his face it was like an electrical shock had shot through my body. I looked deeply into his eyes, unaware of everything around me. My heart began to race, such was the effect of his presence.

"You look like an angel," he said with that charming smile.

An intense feeling of warmth filled my body.

I was so glad he'd turned up.

This is taken from my kindle book STEPHANIE: A CROSS-DRESSING LOVE STORY Vol 1, available on Amazon

© Robbie Webb 2013


Robbie Webb


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