Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2013 12:07:46 +0200 (CEST)
From: Robby Webb
Subject: Stephanie

STEPHANIE

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