How I Met Alyssa

Although it's not like I ever would have guessed. She was feminine in every way possible, well except for one I guess. We talked about it for a while and told me that she really hoped that I would still treat her the same way and as a woman. To me that was only natural, as she was still the same person I cared for and at that point, about to fall in love with. She told me about some earlier encounters with people and their reactions after she told them her secret and I can't say I blame her for her precautions.

Anyway after that little chat everything changed -- in a good way. Before that little revelation we occasionally flirted a little, but nothing big, more like teasing each other a bit. But I mentioned that our manner of talking, the flirting and all that had changed. we started liking each other more than just really good friends, we started viewing each other as potential partners. As we grew even closer, I suggested to meet each other in person. She was a bit reluctant, as it would be a huge change in our relationship, one that may not be reversed if it turned out badly. Although she admitted she had also thought about it and would like to meet me as well. She lived in a city called Brighton -- a city she chose for its good location, vacant property and its acceptance of transgender people. I lived in a city called Basingstoke, which is about 85 miles further or a 2 hour drive. We agreed to meet somewhere in between, so the drive was acceptable for both of us and have a bite and a drink at a local restaurant.

That date was due in a few hours, so I prepared myself, taking a shower, combing my hair, putting on a little aftershave. While in the shower, I felt my cock stir a little at the thought of Alyssa. I couldn't help myself but start thinking how we could make love all day, if the date had a typical perfect scenario, but one can dream, right? It made my six and a half inch rod harden. I thought about pleasuring myself quickly, but decided against it.