.My blogs are all true, somewhat cathartic, somewhat confessional. I had spent the late afternoon and early evening preparing myself, getting myself r...eady for my first date. A date with a man who I had met on the internet. Craigslist. We had talked on the phone and traded pictures. Me dressed as a woman of course. He was a white man, early forties. Somewhat handsome. Mostly indescribable. Average build. Average weight. Average Average. But the picture he sent me of his cock was wonderful. About. Not miserably, but just enough that I went home alone.This time felt different, and indeed I was correct.We decided to head to her place, as mine was not in a state to receive company, and her apartment was more suitable. I made myself at home at her request, sliding onto the black leather sofa in her living room and took stock of the place. Spartan furnishings meant for simple functionality yet classy décor surrounded me in the form of her dark wood coffee table, the glass TV stand, and her. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but your armour made it so few would ever get to see it.Despite everything, however, there was a dark truth that you kept hidden from anyone. Your status and oaths would never allow you to admit it to yourself, but it was a truth as undeniable as the sky being blue. You had fantasies of a different life for yourself. A life that didn't revolve around. You will now have your own cute gurl clothes so youdon't have to hide any more."Just then my mother returned with an arm load of panties."Look Ally, today all panties are half price, so it's a good time tostock up."OMG - I think my mother had three dozen panties in her arms!The saleswoman reappeared with a half dozen bras. Two "training" bras,one push-up bra, one sports bra and two fancy laced French bras!"She measured a 34 A, which is typical, so I brought her two 34Atraining bras to start,.