A Dream Comes True

I was sitting in my home... if you could call it that.

It was an apartment in a complex that looked so run-down it wasn't funny... and it drove away most of those who wanted to rent there. The only reason I stayed there was because it was the perfect cover for what I did.

Anyways, I was reading my e-mail when I ran into a message from someone I knew. "Christina," as she called herself now, asked me if I was still a single guy and was wondering if we could meet for coffee.

I replied that I was, and still living in the place I called home. She then asked me to take a taxi up to the Lewiston/NezPerce County Airport and catch the next flight to Seattle... which I did. But she stipulated that I wasn't to take any clothes or any personal sundries... everything would be supplied when I arrived. So I followed her instructions and immediately boarded Horizon Air's nonstop flight.

When I knew her, she was MaryAnne Jones, a lovely young woman who just turned 18 years old on the day we graduated high school. She was a petite 5' 10" blonde who had nice breasts and an hourglass shape any girl in our class would die to have. Of course, the jocks went for the cheerleaders- so she was left pretty much alone.

I was her only friend in high school, and she shared a lot of her secrets with me. Of course I did the same... but there was one secret I kept from her, for she would have thought I was insane for thinking it.

One of my personal fantasies, one that I could only exercise openly on Halloween, was of dressing as a girl... shaving my body hair off, putting on pretty lingerie and clothes and slipping into high heel shoes. Being in feminine clothes, a wig and makeup gave me a sense of being able to turn a lesbian into a bisexual at a local nightclub.

Once I landed at SeaTac Airport and entered the terminal at the designated gate, my eyes were scanning for my friend... but when a beautiful lady walked up, I couldn't believe my eyes. She stood as tall as she did in high school... but her short blonde hair was a very long brunette. "MaryAnne?" I asked, a little scared of her.