My Story

[british_boy]

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!

[citoyen]

Originally Posted by british_boy

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 I had to go out on a limb and make it happen.

Time was running out. I was due to start a nine month contract at the end of September. One Tuesday morning I found myself searching through flights for 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 clicked 'pay'. It was sealed. I was going.

Let me know if you want me to continue!

Of course, please continue. friendly greetings

[british_boy]

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...

[british_boy]

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!

[teppis]

Please continue

[WillCasey]

I'm glad this story has a happy ending...

I like happy endings.

Next installment please.

[Be_my_nude]

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

[Bionca]

I really love this story. I hope you two make things work out.

[british_boy]

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...

[novicetgirllover]

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.

[EdwardSinclair]

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.

Originally Posted by british_boy

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...

Hello

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

[WudLuv2try]

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