The Story of Stephanie (Part 4)
In all the time I'd been dressing, camming and chatting online, I had loads of men, and a few CDs asking to meet me in person. This was something that really scared me, but also something I felt I wanted to do sometime, when the time was right. I was nowhere near ready though. I knew what the guys were after. But, like I'd said before, I wasn't attracted to men in the slightest. However, I was getting increasingly turned on fantasising about cock. Sucking, being fucked. Basically being treated like a dirty pornstar like the ones I'd watched many a time. It was very confusing. I promised myself that if it was ever to happen, it would happen on my terms. I wouldn't meet someone random. It would need to be arranged with plenty of notice, in a safe place. I also told myself, never bareback, no matter how much I'm begged. But it was something I wanted to put on the back burner for now. I still didn't feel I was ready enough.
I was about 26 now. I felt I was really good at dressing. I was still single, but living my life a bit wild at the weekends. Girls were coming and going. But I wasn't really interested in having a relationship. I was having too much fun. One night, while on TVChix, I'd noticed the escort section. I clicked and saw a few in Glasgow. I was just curious. I wasn't going to pay for sex. I looked at one with interest though. This wasn't a sex service, it was a dressing/makeover service. Kinky's Closet. I'm sure many of you girls from Glasgow reading this have heard of it. It offered a 2 hour session of dressing and makeup with photos taken. Now that sounded interesting. I was hopeless at makeup, and it would be fun to get dressed up and have my photos taken. But, it was meeting someone that scared me. Someone other than me was gonna see Stephanie in the flesh. I didn't know if I was ready for this.
A week passed. I think I looked at that ad every night. I really wanted to do it. But I was nervous. One night though, after a bit of Dutch courage, I decided to contact the lady from Kinky's. I emailed her. It was the most nerve wracking email I'd ever sent. She got back to me and the next thing I knew I was arranging a date to go see her at her flat. I knew I had a few days off work coming up so arranged for one of those days. She seemed really pleasant in her emails, so it kind of made it seem less nervy. The next morning, I woke up and the realisation hit me. Oh my god, I've just arranged to meet someone as Stephanie. What the fuck am I doing? But I couldn't back out. The one thing I hated seeing on TVChix was the stories of time wasters, and I promised myself that I'd never do that. So I knew I had to just get on with it and do it. The next few days, all I could think about was going to Kinky's. All sort of thing were going through my mind. What if it's a hoax? What if she's horrible? What if there's other people there? What if I get caught? Looking back, these were all silly things to think about, but I couldn't help it.
The day had come. The night before I prepared myself. Got myself shaved and smooth all over. I got up early that morning and waited patiently for the time to come when I'd need to leave. I gave myself extra time to try and find her flat. I had a fair idea where it was, but I wanted to be sure. I was told that I could bring some stuff of my own, so I took a pair of knee high boots with me. I was so nervous. I kept looking at people thinking they were looking at me. Thinking they knew where I was going. Bare in mind, I was still dressed as a man, so why would they? Eventually I found the where I was to go. As I walked down the street I noticed a lot of people walking about. Workers from nearby factories and stuff. I got do the entrance to the flats. I knew I was early so I waited. Again, my mind was racing. I saw a guy across the street. He was just standing there, looking about. No and again looking at me. I kept thinking, he knows where I'm going. Maybe he's going there too. Maybe when I go upstairs he'll come up too. What if he's here to have sex with me. Or worse, what if I'm gonna get a kicking. Eventually, he got into a car, and drove off. I could breath again. Why was i being so silly? I snapped myself out of it and took a deep breath. It was time. I pressed the buzzer. She answered. "Hello?" For some reason I wasn't expecting that. "Eh, hi, it's Stephanie." I'd never said that out loud before. Felt strange. She let me in and I walked to the lift. I got to her floor and walked out. My heart was pounding. There was a few people in the landing walking about. I instantly thought, they know where I'm going and why I'm here. But I thought to myself. Fuck it! Who cares. I don't know them and they don't know me. Anyway, it was too late now.
I got to the door and knocked. She opened the door, and there's she was. Instantly I felt better. She was lovely, friendly and welcoming. I got in and sat down and she offered me a drink. We chatted for a few minutes. Just about what I wanted while I was there. I was only wanting to get dressed up, have my makeup done and get a few pics taken. So we got started. She took me into a room which had all sorts of clothes, lingerie, heels and boots. I felt like I was in heaven. She helped me pick out a few outfits and I got changed. Next it was makeup. There was loads of it. We picked out the colours I wanted and she went to work. All the time we chatted away, she was making me feel very relaxed. All the nerves beforehand and silly thoughts had gone. Then she was done. I looked in the mirror. Wow! This woman was magic, I didn't even have a wig on yet and already I looked so different. I loved it! As we got to wigs, I thought I'd like a change. I'd always worn blonde wigs, but I was naturally brown, so I decided to go natural. Again I looked in the mirror. What a transformation! I'd never looked so good. In my lingerie and heels, with my makeup done properly and my hair looking nice. I looked and felt amazing. We went back into the living room to chat some more. It felt good talking about TVChix, how I was feeling and how I was confused about stuff. She was so understanding and I felt like she really listened, and cared!
Eventually, we started on the photo session. I'm so unfeminine it's not even funny. But I tried my best. We done a few different poses. Sexy, elegant, and a couple slightly naughty. It was such fun. A quick costume change and we were off again. This was so surreal. Here I was, a man, dressed in women's lingerie, in a complete strangers house getting my photos taken like some model. How very strange! But, oh so good!
After a while, my time was up. I'd paid for 2 hours and I had just enough time to get my makeup taken off and get changed. I was kinda sad. I was really enjoying it. But knew it was time to go home. I got washed up and got changed. I got back into the living room and we had another wee chat. She was so friendly. But it was time to go. I gave her my money, said my goodbyes and left.
I'll never forget that day. I'll never forget how she made me feel. She made me see that I've got nothing to be afraid of. I walked home that day with a massive smile on my face. I was proud of myself for what I'd done. I couldn't wait to get home and wait for the email to come through with my pics. It was one of the best days of my life as Stephanie. And for that reason, I will always remember Kinky's Closet and that amazing woman!
To be continued......
I was about 26 now. I felt I was really good at dressing. I was still single, but living my life a bit wild at the weekends. Girls were coming and going. But I wasn't really interested in having a relationship. I was having too much fun. One night, while on TVChix, I'd noticed the escort section. I clicked and saw a few in Glasgow. I was just curious. I wasn't going to pay for sex. I looked at one with interest though. This wasn't a sex service, it was a dressing/makeover service. Kinky's Closet. I'm sure many of you girls from Glasgow reading this have heard of it. It offered a 2 hour session of dressing and makeup with photos taken. Now that sounded interesting. I was hopeless at makeup, and it would be fun to get dressed up and have my photos taken. But, it was meeting someone that scared me. Someone other than me was gonna see Stephanie in the flesh. I didn't know if I was ready for this.
A week passed. I think I looked at that ad every night. I really wanted to do it. But I was nervous. One night though, after a bit of Dutch courage, I decided to contact the lady from Kinky's. I emailed her. It was the most nerve wracking email I'd ever sent. She got back to me and the next thing I knew I was arranging a date to go see her at her flat. I knew I had a few days off work coming up so arranged for one of those days. She seemed really pleasant in her emails, so it kind of made it seem less nervy. The next morning, I woke up and the realisation hit me. Oh my god, I've just arranged to meet someone as Stephanie. What the fuck am I doing? But I couldn't back out. The one thing I hated seeing on TVChix was the stories of time wasters, and I promised myself that I'd never do that. So I knew I had to just get on with it and do it. The next few days, all I could think about was going to Kinky's. All sort of thing were going through my mind. What if it's a hoax? What if she's horrible? What if there's other people there? What if I get caught? Looking back, these were all silly things to think about, but I couldn't help it.
The day had come. The night before I prepared myself. Got myself shaved and smooth all over. I got up early that morning and waited patiently for the time to come when I'd need to leave. I gave myself extra time to try and find her flat. I had a fair idea where it was, but I wanted to be sure. I was told that I could bring some stuff of my own, so I took a pair of knee high boots with me. I was so nervous. I kept looking at people thinking they were looking at me. Thinking they knew where I was going. Bare in mind, I was still dressed as a man, so why would they? Eventually I found the where I was to go. As I walked down the street I noticed a lot of people walking about. Workers from nearby factories and stuff. I got do the entrance to the flats. I knew I was early so I waited. Again, my mind was racing. I saw a guy across the street. He was just standing there, looking about. No and again looking at me. I kept thinking, he knows where I'm going. Maybe he's going there too. Maybe when I go upstairs he'll come up too. What if he's here to have sex with me. Or worse, what if I'm gonna get a kicking. Eventually, he got into a car, and drove off. I could breath again. Why was i being so silly? I snapped myself out of it and took a deep breath. It was time. I pressed the buzzer. She answered. "Hello?" For some reason I wasn't expecting that. "Eh, hi, it's Stephanie." I'd never said that out loud before. Felt strange. She let me in and I walked to the lift. I got to her floor and walked out. My heart was pounding. There was a few people in the landing walking about. I instantly thought, they know where I'm going and why I'm here. But I thought to myself. Fuck it! Who cares. I don't know them and they don't know me. Anyway, it was too late now.
I got to the door and knocked. She opened the door, and there's she was. Instantly I felt better. She was lovely, friendly and welcoming. I got in and sat down and she offered me a drink. We chatted for a few minutes. Just about what I wanted while I was there. I was only wanting to get dressed up, have my makeup done and get a few pics taken. So we got started. She took me into a room which had all sorts of clothes, lingerie, heels and boots. I felt like I was in heaven. She helped me pick out a few outfits and I got changed. Next it was makeup. There was loads of it. We picked out the colours I wanted and she went to work. All the time we chatted away, she was making me feel very relaxed. All the nerves beforehand and silly thoughts had gone. Then she was done. I looked in the mirror. Wow! This woman was magic, I didn't even have a wig on yet and already I looked so different. I loved it! As we got to wigs, I thought I'd like a change. I'd always worn blonde wigs, but I was naturally brown, so I decided to go natural. Again I looked in the mirror. What a transformation! I'd never looked so good. In my lingerie and heels, with my makeup done properly and my hair looking nice. I looked and felt amazing. We went back into the living room to chat some more. It felt good talking about TVChix, how I was feeling and how I was confused about stuff. She was so understanding and I felt like she really listened, and cared!
Eventually, we started on the photo session. I'm so unfeminine it's not even funny. But I tried my best. We done a few different poses. Sexy, elegant, and a couple slightly naughty. It was such fun. A quick costume change and we were off again. This was so surreal. Here I was, a man, dressed in women's lingerie, in a complete strangers house getting my photos taken like some model. How very strange! But, oh so good!
After a while, my time was up. I'd paid for 2 hours and I had just enough time to get my makeup taken off and get changed. I was kinda sad. I was really enjoying it. But knew it was time to go home. I got washed up and got changed. I got back into the living room and we had another wee chat. She was so friendly. But it was time to go. I gave her my money, said my goodbyes and left.
I'll never forget that day. I'll never forget how she made me feel. She made me see that I've got nothing to be afraid of. I walked home that day with a massive smile on my face. I was proud of myself for what I'd done. I couldn't wait to get home and wait for the email to come through with my pics. It was one of the best days of my life as Stephanie. And for that reason, I will always remember Kinky's Closet and that amazing woman!
To be continued......
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