A Very Hard Working Girl

This all started almost by accident. I met my boyfriend online. I've been his 'little princess' as he calls me for over three years now. At the time I started chatting with him I was what they call 'straight-and-curious'. I was terrified of actually meeting a man, never confronted my fantasy to so. I was cross-dressing in my home but never in front of anyone or on the street. I'd chat online with men and would 'talk' very dirty with them while masturbating. And then HE came along.

He got me hotter than any man I'd ever chatted with online, would send me long and seductive email too. After so many hot online chats and so many suggestions to meet with this man, I gave in. I did. First he gave me his cell phone number, made me feel like I could trust him completely. He told me to call him anytime. I did that too. He got me so hot I couldn't say no and after many cell phone conversations I let him come to my house.

I was terrified waiting for him the first time, standing in my living room fully feminized and made up as cute as I could do at that time. Seeing his car pull into my driveway I was frozen, felt utter panic. I'd never been with a man before in my life. And now one was at my door and I knew what he expected of me. I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like throwing up, felt like he'd find me ridiculous. I felt panic as he came in the door.

"I like it. I'm going to stay." He said that as he entered, just stood in the doorway staring at me. And then he closed the door behind him. I felt my heart jump to my throat.

He told me on the phone that if he came to my home and didn't find me attractive he'd just tell me and leave. He was so confident, so dominant right from the start. I felt my face turn bright red as he said that, said that he liked me. I looked to the floor.

"You're really cuter than I thought you'd be, thought you'd be just a guy in a dress. You're much better than that, actually have a girly look about you." He smiled at me.