Online (extended version)

Sliding Into Her DM'S

Clicking refresh on the site's homepage, Brittney saw her profile pop up under the heading, New Users. She looked at it for a moment and smiled before entering one of the chatrooms with her webcam off.

She chose Midwest Region Chat Room 8, and prepared to look through the profiles of the females in the room. She was thinking she'd find someone around her age that had a nice photo and some interests they could discuss.

No sooner than she had gotten in the room, a direct message popped up in a new window. "Hi Babe."

She moved her pointer across the screen to the username of the person sending the private message, "massiveeggplant29", and hit the mute button. She had no desire to talk to boys especially not one as old as this guy, assuming he was 29 years old or more, from the 29 in his user name. She loved girls and that's what she was looking to talk to, girls.

No sooner than massiveeggplant29's popup disappeared, a popup from another guy appeared above it. Before she could ignore or respond to that one, four more pop-ups appeared on the screen.

"Hi, sexy!", "How are you?","R U horny?", and "Wow, I love your pic. Can we video chat?"

She began to wonder what was going on. When she had logged in under her real profile, with her real first name, Bradley, and actual sex, male, many times over the past few months... no one ever direct messaged him. Not one. It was part of why he was there now as Brittney... he was lonely and desperately wanted someone he could talk to about his interest in girly things.

Two more messages popped up, both from thirsty guys.

Does no one read my profile before messaging me, she wondered before deleting them. I specified no guys.

Seeing himself as a girl in the mirror and through the web cam, brought Bradley great joy, Brittany was so beautiful... it felt so good to have her around, but he was still very lonely - even as her. He desperately wanted, needed social interaction, but talkng to guys held no interest for him.

As a sea of testosterone-fuled pop-ups continued to fill her screen, she couldn't help but think how much more wanted, Brittney was than Bradley. People, well, guys, wanted to talk to her, but not to him.

The attention was intoxicating and she eventually began to wonder what would happen if, just once, maybe she did try chatting with a boy.

She pondered the thought for a few minutes before finally deciding to go for it. What harm could it do, right? It's an innocent online chat. It's not like it's real life or anything. Besides, he won't know the truth anyway, especially if she kept her camera off.

During the time she wrestled with the decision, nine more private messages popped up on her screen.

She looked through all the thirsty request and found one that sounded interesting and not desperate. She checked his profile for an age. It was close enough to her own and the details of his profile mad him sound like a nice guy, someone like Bradley, so she clicked on the message from, beticanmakeyousmile and typed, "Hi."

There was a short pause before a response popped up, "... What part of the midwest r u?"

She responded, "Before we continue, u do realize I'm not actually a girl? I'm a CD"

There was no immediate response, so she began to type, "a crossdresser, a boy that---"

"What's CD?"

There it was. She smiled as she continued to type.

"dressess as a girl."

She hit send.

"NO WAY!"

The response came quickly followed by, "I dont believe u  Can we bideo chat"

"*video"

She didn't know this person and hesitated before responding.

"No, not comfortable with that. I have photos."

She then proceeded to share with him a couple G rated pics of herself that she had taken the last few times she had dressed up.

"LOL... you like like a real girl.

*look like

ur real cute but sorry I'm not gay."

"Neither am I," Brittney replied, then waited for his response, but none came.

She closed the DM window and answered a few more of the guys who had messaged her, always responding with, "Hi, if you didn't read my profile closely, you should know I am a crossdresser."

To her surprise, the most common answer, if they answered, was something to the effect of, "But...U R so HOT!!"

Brittney smiled.

She was flattered by her new admirers, but not all the messages she got were flattering.

Occasionally, someone would direct message her with: "Fag!", or "That's so gross." Then there were the multiple messages saying things like, "wanna see my dick", " wanna roleplay", or "I'll show u mines if u show me ur's"

Those she immediately clicked the block button on.

After a while it became clear that there were plenty of disgusting, perverted guys online.

A few others messages were from guys who just seemed curious, and within an hour she had found about four that were really interested in a decent conversation with her and had lots of questions.

"How long have you dressed?", "How are you so passable?", "Do you want to live the rest of your life as a girl?", "Do you want to someday become some guys wife?" . . .

One guy even told her, "You look like that girl, the movie star, what's her name, Elle Fanning."

Then there were three guys, one right after the other that sent the almost exact same message about wanting her to perform oral on them, each of which she quickly blocked.

After watching the third DM window disappear, she pondered what those last three guys had said. She may not have wanted to talk to them, but they now had her thinking about the message. If it were the right situation, could she give oral to a guy, she wondered.

For a moment, she got lost in her thoughts and began to visualize herself, as a girl, doing that very thing.

When she came back to reality, her response shocked even her. She justified it by telling herself that if she had been born a girl she could see herself being a very sexually driven type of girl that was always ready to give her boyfriend oral pleasure.

She shuddered and shook her head. 

What the hell am I thinking, she asked herself. Gross.

As Bradley, he had performed oral once, on a girl. It was the only girl he had ever been with and he had enjoyed it immensely.

But sucking a dick? She asked herself. That's disgusting, I'm a boy, and I'm straight, she reminded herself as she shuddered and nervously shifting her position in the bed.

She bent her legs, pulling her feet together, curling them up next to her butt, a position she loved sitting in because it made her feel so feminine.

She sat and admired the sight of her delicately painted toenails and feet framed by the dainty silver sandals. She didn't get to see her painted toenails often enough, since they were hidden away inside socks anytime mom was home. As she continued to gaze at them, she began to think more about the idea of performing oral on a boy.

She had never had thoughts like this before, and although it was purely an unreal fantasy, it was making her quite uncomfortable.