Emily's welcome

I’d written the word ‘yes’ before thinking too much about the logistics, and wrote a message asking what the plan was, and when she’d be over; my mind was already straying to thoughts of what she had in mind – would it be the same face to face as it was online? – A thousand thoughts running through my mind.

Her response was almost instant and electric with excitement, ‘Wonderful!’ – ‘I am so longing to meet you properly and have some fun gurly times together’. I thought I knew what she meant, at least I hoped I knew what she meant; she shared her plans with me, she was coming to London for a holiday and wanted to do the usual sightseeing but as she wanted to be dressed throughout and meet with me, she’d rented a flat in St John’s Wood – not far from Abbey Road – I wondered if this was another American Beatles fan wanting a photo on the famous crossing – I knew something, if she wanted to do it, she’d look fantastic.

She asked if I would go out dressed, and could we go to a club and meet other gurls like us. I replied that I wasn’t sure about that yet, I’m still learning how to be a gurl and am pretty Amazonian in stature, and so feel pretty self-conscious – but I promised that, as she had a flat rented, I’d definitely be Emily in all her glory for the time we were there.
I knew this would require some more shopping – Emily needed more than one outfit for the days she’d be there; and I hadn’t yet (apart from the panty collection) built up much of a wardrobe. I went online eagerly and filled my basket with two lovely skirts, some blouses and of course, even more panties! I even treated myself to some jewellery and my very favourite thing, some long, red false nails.

The time soon passed for my lover’s visit, and the nerves increased. Would she like me in person, would I be feminine enough for her, what would I do when faced with the very possible prospect of consummating our online love? Then I ran out of time to worry, the day had come, and I knew that her plane had landed in the early hours and she would be already at the flat. I had my case packed, and ready, and put on some loose boy clothes for the journey across London – I wanted to get changed and made up as soon as I arrived – I’d not been able to come up with a way to get changed before arriving, but worked on the basis that she’d not see me as a boy for too long.