Online (extended version)

Making A Connection

As the evening progressed, Brittney continued to chat, and with each new guy, she became more and more comfortable playing the role of a girl.

Before long she had begun to answer deeper questions from guys about things like; what they would be doing if they were physically in the same room together, or what was her idea of the perfect date.

Even though some of the things she imagined and described in the chats made her quite uncomfortable, she told herself it was just make-believe, fantasy, so it was okay.

Besides, she was getting attention and having more fun than she normally did and it made her feel so needed, wanted, and most of all; completely feminine.

Eventually, there was one guy she began chatting with that went by the screen name "ricosuave69." The conversation with him flowed naturally and was particularly pleasant.

During the course of their conversation they discovered they lived near each other.

" you ever been with a guy," he inquired of her.

No, she had not. That was a disgusting thought to her, in real life, regardless of what she was pretending in chats with other guys. Regardless of whether she was dressed as Brittney or being her biologically male self, Bradley, she was a 100% straight guy who loved women.

"No, but I've thought a lot about it," She sent back.

In real life it was a lie and as she gazed at it on her screen she was taken aback with how comfortable playing this fantasy female character she had become.

"Really?" was the reply that quickly came.

Brittney didn't answer but she thought about the question, her reply, and everything else that has happened since she had created this new profile. These guys she was chatting with tonight, they liked her. They wanted her. They made her feel beautiful, desired, worthy of attention.

Attention was something Bradley was starved for. His dad, he had never met, and his mom, she worked the night shift so she was only ever home one weeknight every week, and the weekends, well, she usually spent the weekends drinking and chasing older men in biker bars.

More often than not, Bradley was home alone and only saw his mom in the mornings, when he got himself up for school.

Brittney took a deep breath, let it out, and sent a reply, "yeah."

"Cool," was the message that quickly popped up on her screen, from ricosuave69, followed by, "U are sooooooo sexy. I would love to meet you in person some time."

She paused.

What if I did, she began to think before stopping herself. Wait! What am I doing? No!

Brittney pushed the laptop off her lap.

No! Hell, no! Absolutely not.

She slammed the laptop shut and hopped up off the bed, catching her reflection in the mirror as she did.

She paused.

Bradley just couldn't get over how attractive he really did look as a girl.

Every time he saw himself in the mirror, the girl looking back at him caused a warmth to come over his body. Everything about Brittney excited him. It blew him away how everything about her checked off items on his list of the fantasy girl he wanted to date, fall in love with and marry.

After several minutes of admiring Brittney in the mirror, Bradley went to the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of his mom's nine dollar a bottle, cheap red wine and returned to his bedroom where he once again stood in front of the mirror.

He tipped the glass up and took a sip. Then another, and another. Pretty soon the glass was almost empty. He held the  glass up and gazed at the faint, yet unmistakably feminine imprint of lipstick on the rim.

He let out a sigh then blew Brittney a kiss in the mirror.

Seeing Brittney blow him a kiss from the mirror, Bradley felt a surge of blood rush to his manhood, engorging it with blood.

This brought his desire for human companionship to the front of his mind and he began to wonder if other guys would find Brittney as arousing as he did.

Brittney folded one arm across her body, underneath her fake boobs. Her other elbow she rested in her hand and stuck one of her painted nails between her teeth as she began to ponder a thought.