In a strangers house

 

Hi there :) this pics have an interesting story, kinda... In the summer of 2021 I chatted with another crossdresser on a site for Trans people. Of course on that site the big part of the users are males. And a lot of old Crossdressers, between 50 - 60 years or older. Of course not that what I seek. There are also some lesbian females. But females, idk, the social media makes each ugly duck think she is the princess itself, so I mostly ignore females. As male I was used that they say hello to me, show interest. Now I am older, they don´t pay me attention, so I don´t pay them attention too. I rather die then paying them attention and running behind them, me and tons of other guys, until the queen says "ok, you seem ok enough for me". So as long there is social media out there, I think the only way to meet a female is outside of the internet. At least for me. Females with 20 years are differnt, but I talk about the jaded females in my age. The divorced ones with children, the ones which seek the perfect male ever, cause they are picky, even their time is over. But what to say, I am not better.

Anyways, on this Lgbtq site, I talked at one afternoon with a crossdresser. He was in my age, lived maybe 40km away from me. My daughter was not at home, so I thought well, why not. Let´s meet. Let´s dress together, make some pics and maybe more.

It took me a while to find his house. It was already dark outside, which wasn´t that bad. I didn´t wanted his neighbours to notice me, and I guess he wanted same. I ringed the bell on the door, waited outside with my bagpack, where I had my clothes, makeup, wig & shoes in it. The door opened slowly, not wide, just a bit. I saw a head which checked which stands there, then the door opened. I saw a dude with short hair and a long black dress and some jewelry on his neck and arms. "Ok, doesn´t look like on the pics" I thought.

We walked upstairs, it was dark in the house. I didn´t talk much, he neither. Of course, I was excited. I asked where is the bathroom. I went in there, pulled my backpack down, and started to take the stuff out of it. The guy went into the bathroom too. He asked friendly: " well, that on the pics I saw online, that wasn´t you right? You can tell me if the pics are stolen from google, I won´t blame you". I stoped to empty my bag, thought "what the fuck"? I turned around, took my smartphone out, showed him tons of pics of myself, said "look at the nose and my eyes, they are same, no matter if I am dressed or not". He looked on them "ah ok, yes, it could be you". 

The problem with Crossdresser is, or Tgirls, what ever, people think they look same as male. Some do, but some don´t do at all. Like me. I look as male very masculine and rough. I walk around with beard and leather jacket and sun glases. I don´t talk like a player, but I look like one. He tried to use make up, but I noticed he was not able to. He stoped it and was a bit offended and walked out of the bathroom. I didn´t care. I didn´t like him. I assume that he didn´t like me too. But I thought, "well, I drived 40km. I am here now. So I will dress and make some pics of myself. Otherwise it would be a waste of time". So I Started to style myself, I did it as fast as I could.

As I was finished, I went into the room where he was waiting. I had a bottle of wine in my backpack. So I opened it. I set down on a chair while he was sitting on the bed. We started to talk. Where we work, what we do etc. He told me that he is married and has children. But it doesn´t work well with his wife anymore. Yes, understandable. Love doesn´t least for ever. I was together with my ex wife for 12 years. I remember that the first years of our relationship we had daily Sex. Usually twice, sometimes once, sometimes 3 times. But trough the years it slows down. Guess that is the destiny of humans. All want to have perfect love, this kick when you have found new love, then you could fly. But for how long? I imagine how 70 years old people found new love and act like teens. I don´t know, for me that is annoying. It would be nice if humans would understand that love comes and goes, and jumping from one to the other won´t change anything. But that is another story...

The guy in female clothes told me that his stepfather is a crossdresser. He walks around dressed, he is the star, he is so funny. While himself, he has to hide that he wants to dress up too. He told me that he never met any crossdresser, trans, or anything in his life. So I understood his reaction before. He was blended by my pics. I visited many shemale escorts in the past as male. They all looked stunning on their pics online. As I met them, well I saw the male side on them. If they were good, they looked almost like on their pics, if they where bad, they looked complete different like on their pics. That´s one of our problems nowadays. The Smartphones make good pics, and there is a lot of software which make anyone look beautiful. As much I see all females use beauty apps. Maybe 1 of 1000 doesn´t.

So yes, I edit my pics too. I learned that on instagram. But I don´t look like a complete other person without the beauty apps. I will upload soon pics without beauty apps. Like the Shemale Escorts I mentioned before, I guess I am one of the good ones, cause you still can recognize me :p but yeah, more masculine of course...

The guy told me what he works as, I told him what I do. I decided to drink one glas of wine more. Cause idk, I already started. But I didn´t want to stay there for to long. I think I talked to him about 40min, then I went back in the bathroom and took the makeup and the nail polish off. Putted my male clothes on again, went back in the room, took the bottle of wine back in my backpack and said thanks for the meeting. Wished the best of luck for his life and so on. Outside he said I am a really cool guy, it was nice to meet me. I said thanks and left.