I Give Up

"As I suggested on the phone yesterday, Anais, this is more of a creative project. We, I meant to say I, have discovered and will follow just two, and thus I will maintain my presence on the Alt site. These two people I have under consideration both meet the requirements."

Being a man of forty-three with growing investments I could have lessened my business activities. I needed someone though, and after being with Sasha for two weeks I knew that I wanted more from my next lover. Being attached to another person was a joy, and the early moments can set or cause a failure. I looked into Renee's eyes as I quickly re-explained the rendezvous several months ago. Sasha had been on the cruise with me. We met the second evening and spent the following eleven days and nights together. I was sad when she told me that she was not interested in a longer commitment. She had not actually transitioned but was quite convincing. She was a beautiful woman of twenty-seven, about five-seven with hazel eyes and soft brown hair that fell just barely to her shoulder. We had made love in new and exciting ways and I was smitten. When we parted, she had suggested that I find and help someone with her transition. She had to return to her job and would never do something like the cruise again. Her suggestion was difficult to address but she knew of other cross-dressers who would benefit from some aid. I struggled to resolve her idea for weeks afterward.

After several months, I met Renee on-line and she seemed able to help make a match, though she was clear that I would need to be very patient. I now hoped that Renee could be the liaison since I hadn't a clue what was involved. She told me of the one she called 'Lisa' first. As she spoke I removed the small box and placed it on the table; I had provided a gift in lieu of compensation, as she had requested.

Though she did not open the gift, she looked at it and then me. Renee looked up and smiled and now I let myself breath with ease again.