When I spoke to Sylvester on a transvestite hot line, I could tell by his hot, sexy voice that he was the man for me. We made arrangements to meet at a nearby hotel.

I rented a room and arrived several hours early so I could take a shower and shave. I dressed carefully, feeling each silken item caress my skin as I slipped it on. I wore a white lace-up corset, white silk stockings, white satin panties, a blue-and-white camisole, blue high-heeled slippers and a pair of lacy white gloves. My face was done to perfection.

As I checked myself one last time in the mirror, the doorbell rang. I slowly walked to the door, feeling the corset tight against my body and the garters pulling against my stockings.

Sylvester was stunned, and so was I. He was tall and well built, just as he had said. He wore a knit tank... Read More