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My Story
I wasn't looking when I found her. I didn't know what I was looking for - perhaps some relief from late night boredom when my jet lagged brain was passed tiredness and couldn't shut down. Her chat name, like her real name, was Agatha, and there was no reason to suspect that it hadn't always been so. It was later on Messenger when she told me, by which time her photos had failed to rouse my suspicions. She thought I'd run away. I didn't.
This was June, and the summer rolled on. Daily web chats turned into daily Skype chats, which in turn turned into cam chats. The first time I saw the bulge in her panties on that jagged cam, an age of frustration and low libido where swept away. We came together like 18 year olds that night, and then almost daily throughout August; 7,000 miles apart, but closer than I had felt to anyone for years. But it wasn't just the sex - she was sweet and funny, and she had a quick mind, and more she wasn't bitter in spite of the knocks life had dealt her. Against all common sense, I was falling for this girl, and I knew that for once in my life I had to go out on a limb and make something happen. Time was running out. I was due to start a nine month contract at the end of September, and I knew that without real, physical contact the momentum would wane in that time. One Tuesday morning I found myself searching online for flights to Manila. I edged closer to the check out page; my details entered; my credit card entered, and before logic could snap me out of it, I closed my eyes and clicked 'pay'. It was sealed. I was going. Let me know if you want me to continue!
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard Last edited by british_boy; 10-05-2009 at 05:38 PM. |
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Of course, please continue. friendly greetings |
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The flight was long. Between London and Dubai I drifted in an out of a half sleep; watching but not watching the in-flight films, and feeling alternating between feelings of madness, euphoria, and the sense of having made the sanest decision of my life.
Dubai airport teemed with people. Twenty-four hours without sleep and my eyes stung as the sharp desert sunlight pierced the windows of the transfer lounge. Arabs in white robes were everywhere, and it crossed my mind that I could be stoned to death there for what I was doing. Could the guy who served me an oversized cappucino read my thoughts? I tried to read Time magazine and put all thoughts of sex out of my head just in case. Fatigue was making my paranoid. Three hours later and I boarded the Manila plane. The whole situation became more real when I looked around me to see that the whole plane was packed with Filipinos and me... a blue eyed white boy in a sea of weathered brown workers heading home to their families. Like I said, I was paranoid, but I'm sure they eyed me like I didn't belong on their plane, or in their world. It was midnight when as I dragged my suitcase through the dated arrivals hall in Manila airport, but it could have been any time of day. Stepping through the doors, the sultry heat pressed on my face like a hot towel. Cities have a smell, and Manila's was pungent and thick, rising up from the pavements and drains, and pervading everything. I looked around for that face I'd seen a hundred times. Nothing. No one looked familiar, and all I could see was movement; of taxis; of people; of security; of traffic. Where was she? I looked back through the arrival hall's doors but I couldn't see her, or anyone remotely like her. My head started to swim, and a wave of fatigue and nausea washed over me. She wasn't there. A thousand quid on travel and hotels and she wasn't there. I was a fool. I felt like crying; not through sadness but of anger; not at her, but at myself for being so ridiculous. But I still had some hope left - maybe she got lost, maybe the taxi broke down? I pulled out my phone. Nothing. I searched in vain, but it wouldn't pick up the local networks. Payphone, I thought. There must be a payphone inside. But I couldn't get inside. "No entry!" the security said, impervious to my pleas. I was out and had to stay out. Where the hell was I? I sat on my case and lit the first cigarette in what seemed like days. I saw the rest of my trip unfold with startling clarity.. a night or two alone in a Manila hotel, the a rebooked flight back to London...
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard Last edited by british_boy; 10-05-2009 at 06:12 PM. |
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I guess I should add some pictures of my girl before I get round to typing the sexy bit of the story and the happy ending!
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard Last edited by british_boy; 10-10-2009 at 05:54 AM. |
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Please continue
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I'm glad this story has a happy ending...
I like happy endings. Next installment please.
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"Please," I said to the secutity guard, willing him to find some human kindness. "I need to find my girlfriend. I need to use the payphone."
"Pay phone in Arrivals," he snapped. "Yes, in Arrivals. Exactly. Can I go back in?" "No, you go to Arrivals." "But this IS Arrivals; I've just arrived." But even as I said it, I realised something. Nobody was waiting or meeting here. It was just a noisy taxi rank and exit point. The security guard indicated a ramp across the road, which seemed to lead to a lower level. "Arrivals," he said slowly, as if speaking to an idiot. "There." The doubt and despair fell away, I grabbed my bags, and with a renewed sense of urgency I darted across the road. Who knew that Manila was the only airport in existance where Arrivals is not actually in Arrivals? I emerged into the sub level to a crowd of hundreds; entire families waiting for returning husbands and fathers. I glanced around but couldn't see her. Was I too late? I'd told her eleven, and it was already pushing midninght. Then I saw lettered signs: A B C; D E F; G H I. Jesus, it was so chaotic here that people had to wait in alphabetical order. Assuming these were the first letters of passengers' surnames, I made for the later letters. With my eyes scanning this sea of people like the Terminator's, I suddenly heard my name cut through the fog of humidity and fatigue. I turned, and suddenly she was there. No make-up, just her bobbed black hair pushed back; yellow t-shirt, blue jeans and flip flops. She was beautiful. Like a wave, the relief swept over me, and washed away all the worry and doubt, and I could see it in her face too. The hour before arriving at the hotel is a series of images now: Her smile; her embrace; her soft cheek; her hailing taxi in Tagalog; us holding hands in the back; her head on my shoulder; the coconut scent of her hair. "You're shaking," she said.
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard Last edited by british_boy; 10-11-2009 at 05:21 AM. |
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Finally alone in a hotel room in Mandaluyong district, we fell into the bed. Agatha's ordered me not to go into details, but as I look through the posts here, I see that a lot of your fantasies, as well as mine, were fulfilled on just that first night. Over the next ten days we did it all - much of which Agatha had never done before with small-minded local exes - and years of low libido evaporated into the sutry Manila air. Most of all we fell in love, and leaving her was one of the most sorrowful moments of my life. Not a day goes by now when we don't chat on Skype, and we're meeting up again at Christmas. I'm counting the days.
I posted this very personal story on the request of the 'Grand Shemale Lover' in return for a favour, and I know that a lot of you guys will have found it too sentimental, or lacking in saucy details. I'm sorry about that. But maybe, just maybe, my story might inspire one or two of you to go out on a limb and make it real. After all, I'm just a normal bloke who took a risk for once in my life. It might also show you that t-girls aren't just sex objects, but real, beautiful, lovely, sexy girls, and that if you get beyond society's prejudice, you could find yourself an amazing partner; perhaps for life. The good news is that they're looking for guys just like you! And, when all's said on done, what are we all here for?
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard Last edited by british_boy; 10-14-2009 at 06:31 PM. |
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nice story, beautiful girl
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Thanks for the compliment, mate! I've just noticed all the typos on the story, and now I can't edit it! Oops!
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard |
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Can I ask you how old are you two, and what did you tell others where are you going?
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Sure, we're 30 and 25. I told one close friend the truth, but I told other people I was meeting up with a friend who was travelling in Asia. However, if things work out in the long term, Aga will come to the UK, and people will have to like it or lump it. It's my life.
Here's another pic with no make-up - just natural:
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard Last edited by british_boy; 10-17-2009 at 10:38 AM. |
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She looks very nice, on wich site did you met her. I would love to talk
with some ts |
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I met her on regular Yahoo chat (Philippines), but I know she has some friends who work on IMLive, and a lot of them are looking for a nice guy. They just work there cos it's the only work they can get, so if you actually speak nicely to them and treat them with a bit of respect (unlike many of their clients), you could probably find a nice one. Aga told me that she knows a few girls who met their boyfriends that way. NB. All Filipinas use Yahoo Messenger, not MSN. Download it.
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard |
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i am happy for you and jealous at the same time hahahaha
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Sun Tzu said that you must take the chance in the right moment to make things right. Seems like you did and, well... you got some nice results! hehe
congratulations on your sucess mate, is she studying anything there? what does she do of her life?
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More if you have it
You know, British_boy, this is rather good. And, being Sentimental and Romantic - there's no shame in that. This world is too full of hard cycncism as it is. Let your pen-flowers burst into bloom. I, for one, will read them.
Love
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I really love this story. I hope you two make things work out.
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- I hate being braver than the guys I date. - Yes, it's me in the avatar Blog: http://laughriotgirl.wordpress.com/ |
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Thank you Bionca and BMN, you're very sweet and encouraging. I was nervous about posying this story in the first instance, because a majority of people here are just looking for thrills - interesting that both replies were from girls! But anyway, I'm glad I showed the non-porno, down to earth side of things. It still amazes me that (judging by some of the polls here) some people here still see trans-girls as somehow second class - a walk on the wild side before they run back to what they consider to be "real girls". Perhaps I can help to change one or two guys' perspective on this...
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'As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.' - Jules Renard |
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I really envy you, did you like tgirls before you met her? Thing is I wont find the girl of my dreams without looking, but you never find love when you're looking for it. So it looks like i'm f**ked.
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Hi british_boy, firstly I want to thank you for sharing this amazing story, and compliment you on your bravery! It's a very nice story indeed, and very well written too! I absolutely adore your writing style, it's full of emotion and there's a true sense of urgency to it that brings the despair and relief you felt so clearly to our minds. Maybe you could write a book from your experiences and resolution? You'd have at least one buyer (ME!!).
I got goosebumps. It is truly inspiring, I'm happy for you, seems you have found true love. I had forgotten how that feels, to risk all, to just let go... It was incredibly romantic, and I absolutely loved reading your story. Still having a hard time believing this is all real and happened to someone, you were very lucky in taking this risk and being successful. Many aren't so fortunate, and for that I am, perhaps, a little envious of you. I wish you both all the happiness this world can give you, and hope that these events make you never be afraid to pursue your dreams. Edward.
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A very good post. I hope your dream comes true in 2010 getting her to the UK. Never mind what other people think or say about it. It's yours and her life. Not theirs. Also think what would have happened if you posted your story on lb69 or asiants or T world from Frankie. Just envy or guys warning you please don't. Good you showed the non-porno, down to earth side of things. I was in a similar situation two times with Thai ladyboys. Not happy endings but it never left me cynical, sarcastic or angry towards ladyboys. A life time experience. Also I don't see them as "second class". No just like girls with some minor differences on their emotional side. The mistake many of us make is ignoring the male side of transgenders. In a relationship you can't ignore that side. I can't give you any advice. I ain't no expert. I know the reasons why it went wrong in my cases. Be your own expert, not afraid to make mistakes. Consider yourself lucky right now. Enjoy it and keep your head clear. And don't waste your time on useless discussions am I gay or not. May 2010 be prosperous to you All the best Reefer88 |
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All I have to say :
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Touching...
A good tale that really helps me understand where you were coming from when you replied to my thread. The best of luck to both of you and all the happiness in the world!
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Very good and nice story! Well written too!
I just posted my own, which is a little bit comparable to yours. |
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What a great story
Hi British_Boy
My own story is so much similar to yours, I had to laugh out loud once or twice while reading that. But in the end my eyes were shed with tears. Yeah arrival in Manila... I had the same problem, but luckily I had contact by cellphone to my girlfriend that I met after about 9 months of regular chat... I also searched around in the arrival hall, then outside there. After a while I asked someone that I cannot find arrival zone and some guy was showing me the way down the ramp there... I was so nervous that time, same like you. I had no idea, how people react in the catholic Philippines if a european guy meets his TS girlfriend. So I walked down the ramp and the mess was unbelievable. Lots of people, lots of noises, everyone wanna sell me his taxi service. Luckily I had her on the phone... So suddenly she was crossing the lane to my side with all the letters on the sidewalk... And I saw her for the first time... First impression was: so pretty but so tiny ( I knew she was a petite one - but she is so petite in real). After the first welcome and say hello, we sat to the taxi and I had her for me the first time. In this moment I really knew, it was the right thing to do - such a funny, pretty, feminine person with that incredible scent (and I was concerned that maybe I won't like her scent ). I stayed there for 7 weeks, but also the say goodbye on Manila Airport was the hardest moment in my life. We both cried so much. But we are still together |
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Well done thats stepping out of the comfort zone for definite! Glad you got a result out of it
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