I had been cross-dressing for some years, but I had never been with another man. I had been talking on a gay chat site for some months when I found someone who I got on with well. We exchanged photos I was happy with his and he was happy with mine. Deciding to get together, we arranged a date and time to meet and be for the first time with another man.
I had traveled a good 80 miles to meet this chap, who said he had his own place and had a range of clothes in my size. I eventually found the right house and knocked on the door and waited for an answer. The door opened after a few seconds and a much older man than the photo stood in the doorway, he was probably around 50 for a guess.
"I'm sorry, I think I've got the wrong house." I said in embarrassment.
"Is your name Mark?" he asked.
"Yes, it is."
"You best come in then." he said.
I walked into the house, which was actually a bungalow, hoping this wasn't the guy I was talking to on the Internet. He didn't look like the picture I was sent and if he was the guy, I was out of there.
He opened a door and inside were a girl's bedroom, pink wallpaper, pink carpet and four poster bed with white netting hanging down.
"Make yourself comfortable, pick what clothes you want to wear and I'II be back in a few minutes." he said.
"I'm sorry, but I'm looking for a guy called Frank." I said.
"He'll be here in 10 minutes, he'll be back shortly." he replied.
My nightmare was sort of over; at least that older guy isn't Frank, the younger man I had arranged to meet on the Internet chat room.
I looked around the room and it was definitely a girl room, the pink color was nearly on everything. There was also an up to date PC on a desk with a nice leather chair and a decent size TV mounted on the wall. I looked at the cd collection and there were some very girly tracks in the collection, I was starting to wonder whose room this is.
