Dream Date

We exchanged half a dozen emails and I learnt about her hobbies, the music she liked, the films she watched and the books she read. She sounded fantastic and unlike the others she ignored my feminine photographs until. I told her I was going shopping that weekend for clothes. My passing comment opened a sluice gate. She began asking me a series of really odd questions. She wanted to know if I liked tights or stockings and if I preferred dresses or skirts and when I told her I was only buying a shirt and tie for work she seemed bitterly disappointed.

'No new panties decorated with ribbons, bows and lace then,' came her reply.

I was mystified. And dismissed her comment as a joke but after coming back from the shops I received another email. 'What did you really buy?' she asked, 'Figure hugging lace panties or a skimpy thong?'

I ignored her questions but the next day she asked me about my profile photographs. She appeared fascinated with what I was wearing. Who made my top? What was it exactly and did my trousers have a fly zipper.

'Don't be coy,' she wrote. 'I'm not stupid I can tell you're wearing a mini dress over women's slacks.'

I froze to my keyboard and hurriedly typed a response.

'It's just a bright top and tight trousers,' I type back.

'Yeah right,' came the reply, 'and why are you wearing make-up?'
I'd forgotten about my stage make-up and terrified, I stopped replying to her emails. I'd been caught red handed and I cursed Julia for potentially jeopardising my new ideal relationship. I stopped communicating with her and didn't reply for days. I still checked my inbox and each night she sent me a note asking me to reply and each night I deleted it. She confessed to liking my picture and what I wore and not to be so shy. She asked to see more of me but by this she meant she wanted to see me in a skimpy dress showing even more flesh.

Every night when I came home from work and changed I saw in the wardrobe the girls clothes that Julia had neatly rearranged at one end. They reminded me of Lucy and after a particularly bad day at work I succumb to another of her begging emails.