Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 20:15:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Parker Boi <parkerboi72@yahoo.com> Subject: The Turn - Part 1 - TG The Turn - Part 1 --- We met golfing on a late summer afternoon. I've been divorced for a few years and aside from slowly turning myself into a feminine version of me - golf was my only hobby and really the only thing I did other than work. I try to put on a relatively masculine demeanor when I'm out in the world, but more and more, I no longer even convince myself. Today I was really trying. I had been paired up with another single and was pretty intimidated. This guy just had that swagger. Like he was gonna be good at anything. He was handsome and tall, with that slight barrel chest and belly that I recently started to find really attractive. His beard was tightly cropped and his salt an pepper hair gave me the impression that he was in his early 50's. It was around the turn when we stopped for drinks and he insisted on paying, he said he was enjoying my company more than most women he had dated, so it was the least he could do, it was at that point that I started to wonder if he was truly coming on to me. He had already casually mentioned that he wanted to make sure he got my number, he was always "looking for a partner" he said. We finished our round by dusk and pleasantly exchanged goodbyes after I gave him my number. He assured me that he was going to call me soon. I was probably a little more than obvious with my response; "I hope so!" I told him. I was so crazy horny by the time I got home that I couldn't wait to strip down to my panties, put on my favorite nighty and watch some porn. It was around the time I made it into bed in my favorite pink babydoll nightgown that my phone chimed with a text message. It was my ex-wife, ugh! Talk about a buzzkill. She would randomly text me to tell me about some new guy she had started dating. I don't know if she thought she was making me jealous of him, or of her. You see she had found out about the "real" me after a few years of marriage and shamed me relentlessly. She would tease that she was going to be accepting, but then get angry and call me names and tell me that she wanted nothing to do with me. I had always been shorter than most men and carried a little extra weight, but I hadn't started really putting on the pounds until then. I'm sure I was just eating my feelings, trying to suppress my true being. Anyway she droned on and on about this guy. After 10 minutes of "uh hu's" and "oh's" about this guy she teasingly asked me if I was gonna "find a nice person for myself? perhaps I real man," she mocked. My mind drifted to Gary immediately?I texted my curt goodbye and threw my phone onto the other side of the bed. I started cruising around for some hairy daddy porn looking for someone that looked similar to Gary so I could lose myself in a bit of fantasy when my phone chimed again. I overly-dramatically sighed and rolled my eyes as I reached for my phone, just sure it was gonna be one parting shot from the ex, but my attitude quickly changed when I saw it. --- "Hi, it's Gary from the course - I know I said I'd call, but I thought I'd shoot you a text and say thanks again for today. I really enjoyed your company. Up for grabbing a drink tonight?" "Hi Gary! Yeah I didn't figure I'd hear from you so soon either, but you're welcome! I should thank you too for the drinks - it's not every day that a man gets a drink bought for him :)" "Well I'm happy to oblige and you're right ;)" --- Ok, I'm sure my imagination was getting the best of me, but did that mean he didn't often buy drinks for men, or was it a slight jab that I wasn't a man? --- "So what are you up to? "Actually I'm already turned in for the night. I was thinking about my bed all the way home from the course!" --- I texted this knowingly for my own little wry enjoyment. We texted back and forth about work a bit, and then about the start of the football season, and before I knew it - 2 hours had passed. He hadn't said anything for a while and I was just about to tell him I was gonna "hit the hay," (that sounds manly right?) that I got the text that would be a crazy turning point in my life. --- "Can I ask you a very personal question?" "Uh, sure?" "Today at the golf course, were you wearing women's panties under you pants?" --- I felt all the blood rush out of my face?I had been, of course, they're my favorites - pink satin full cut bottoms with a soft, lighter pink lace trim across the band and lace panels across the front. I was certain he couldn't have seen them since I keep my shirt tucked just for that reason. But obviously he did and I could lie but what would that say? I knew he wouldn't believe me --- "Uh, wow - that is personal! But since it seems you already know, yes I was" "I'm sorry. I'm sure you think less of me now" "Why would you say that?" "Well, candidly not a lot of men, or women for that matter, would understand it or not think it's weird" "Well, I can't say that I understand as I've never done it, but I'm curious. Do you care to explain it to me?" "I'm not sure that I can. Not over text - too much history, too many words" "But how did you know?" "When you bent over on the first tee box I could see an outline and was pretty sure whatever underwear you had on had some sort of trim or lace to it." "Then I started looking on purpose and I noticed the outline of that panel that women's underwear have on them under the crotch" --- I was non-responsive for a while - I wondered how that must've looked. --- "So what color were they? ;)" "Pink - Oh my god I'm so embarrassed right now!" "Ok I won't say anything else about until we talk about it in person." "Ok, then it's settled! Let's grab a drink this week - I really am genuinely interested to learn more" "I hope I haven't upset you - I had just been wondering that since the third hole and figured if I didn't ask it would always be at the front of my and and if I was wrong, we'd probably have good chuckle about it and I'd owe you another beer" "I'm gonna get some shut-eye. Great day! I'm glad we got paired up together! Good night" --- I let him have the last word, not sure how to say goodnight without it sounding sweet, because in my head that's all I heard. Even though my porn had been playing in the background and I had been surfing for dresses on amazon this whole time, I was limp but I had leaked a ton into my panties. I decided not to relieve the urge and drifted off to sleep. --- "No sexy dreams for me" I thought immediately as I stretched when I woke up. My nighty had gathered up above my waist through out the night, so I smoothed myself out and padded down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I thought about sending Gary a text, something like "Good morning!" but I was feeling incredibly shy and still pretty embarrassed. "I'm probably never gonna hear from him again," I thought. I showered, shaved my legs and pubic area and got myself ready for work. I chose a pair of white silk briefs that had a little pink flower at the front center of the waist and decided today that I'd wear a soft white, lacy cami under my shirt. It was always cold in my office so I typically wore heavier, bulky clothes, even in the summer. It always gave me such a thrill do be in my pretties at work, even if my boy clothes had to cover them. When I work form home I usually get all done up; Dress, stocking, garters, the whole works. Just as I was heading to the train I got a text form Gary. --- "Good Morning Sunshine! How'd you sleep?" --- Girls, I literally swooned when I got that. That's not a typical guy-to-guy text. I've certainly never gotten that nice of a text from anyone before. --- "Good morning sir! Pretty darn good. How about you?" "Restless actually, but I still gotta work, so I guess I will :)" --- I had learned last night that Gary was a fairly successful executive for an airline. He bounces between his home office in Denver and Chicago Headquarters a lot for meetings. We chatted a bit more and I wondered if he was gonna actually want to still meet up. It seems to be the elephant in the room. Then he did. --- "So I was thinking of coming downtown today for lunch. Got plans?" "For lunch, no nothing planned but I only get about an hour so it'll have to be close" "I'll pick you" "Ok, I'll send you directions to my office" "No need - I know where it is!" --- Ok, well that's a little creepy - I was going to ask him about that this afternoon. I told him I'd see him this afternoon but I better get some work done before my boss fired me. I worked as a web developer at an ad agency that specialized in little mom and pop type businesses. We couldn't seem to land any big fish, but had enough steady work to stay afloat. It was a nice office and I made enough to be comfortable. I wasn't getting much done because I was so distracted by my upcoming lunch and I didn't notice my boss walking towards me. I looked up as he cleared his throat and my heart stopped for a moment when I realized he was standing there with Gary! I swallowed and tried to catch my breath as my boss started to introduce us. "It's funny actually," Gary said. "But we just met yesterday!" "You did!" my boss inquired. "How did that happen?" Gary gave him the homogenized version of our chance golf meeting and how, when I mentioned that I was a web developer, that he was gonna ask me about bidding on his airlines redesign, but didn't figure I was the right person to ask - so he emailed my boss directly that night and set an immediate meeting. His only insistence if we won the bid was that I had to be the developer to work with him since I was the reason we were getting the opportunity. Gary had a commanding presence and I could tell that my boss was salivating all over himself at the chance to land a major airline contract. This would be huge! "Gary wants to go to lunch and discuss the details with you," my boss informed me. "Take the afternoon and give him all the attention he needs!" That drew a slight grin from Gary as he slapped me on the back with a "You heard the man!" look. I packed my computer bag and we headed out. I caught a bunch of the account services girls eyeballing Gary as we left - can't say that blame them! We made small talk as we drove and I thanked him profusely for giving me the credit to my boss. He said it seemed like "one of life's serendipitous little moments that don't come along too often." He had a way of speaking that I found so impressive. We ended up at this little Italian restaurant where Gary apparently knew the owner. He jokingly told the maitre'd "Something romantic! We're gonna talk websites!" This drew a smile and mild chuckle from us all and we were shown to our table. I'm not sure it was intentionally romantic, but it was away from the lunch crowd and at least a little private. "First things first," Gary said, "You're getting this contract, but only if you're really honest with me about the underwear thing!" I meekly told him how embarrassed I was and asked for his confidence. He assured me that he was not trying to upset me or make me look bad to anyone. He merely wanted a friend that he really knew and he believed in brutal honesty. It's how he had become so successful. Before I could get the first word out, I felt a lump in the back of my throat and my eyes began welling up. I put my head in my hands and apologized as I tried to gather my emotions. All of the emotions I had suppressed for so long came flooding in at once. "Well if you didn't think less of me before I'm sure you do now!" I proclaimed between whimpers. "With my demanding job I don't make friends easy. We hit it off immediately and that's saying something. Please give me the benefit of the doubt that I'm not going to judge you" Gary whispered, and then he put his and on my shoulder to comfort me. I know he felt the spaghetti strap to my cami, but he didn't say a word. I inhaled deeply and started giving him the details of my childhood. The things I look back on now that shaped my life. The dress-up games with babysitters. The time my mom was hanging out with a group of friends at their condo and I wanted to get in the indoor hot tub they had, but didn't have a suit, so the owner lent me one of his daughters. I remembered so vividly how nice everyone was to me that day. I got teased but it was sweet teasing - mom treated me so differently in that moment. And how when we got home she asked me if I was bothered by wearing a girls suit and when I confessed that I wasn't; how she said she was ok with me wearing some girl things from time to time and if I wanted she would take me shopping. And then when I grew up how I had tried to push that part of me way down deep and joined the military, got married - just tried to play the role of macho guy for most of my life. I told him about the incident that had cost me my marriage and how since I was living on my own now, and needed an outlet, that I started dressing again. Gary listened to me like I was the only person in the world. I had never mattered much in any situation. I've always lived in the periphery as an accessory to people, so having someone give me their undivided attention was just amazing. I think I talked more in the few hours that we were there than I had over the course of a few months. We talked about the genuine freedom that comes from being authentic and he asked me if I felt like a weight had been lifted now that someone, other than my ex, knew; and that that certain someone didn't judge me or look negatively on me but appreciated the sincerity and openness with which I had shared. He asked a few questions that were pretty obviously trying to gauge where I fell on the Kinsey scale, but I deflected those and told him I wasn't even sure myself and "could we leave that for another time?" For the most part we had been left alone by the staff as we had eaten and talked, well mostly I talked. The waiter dropped off the check and Gary suggested that we go give my boss the good news. As I extended my hand to thank him he pulled me in for a hug instead. My head laid right at the top of his chest and I smelled his cologne as my eyes closed just momentarily. Holy cow! That actually made me weak in the knees for a second. --- As you can imagine my boss was happy as a a lark at our good fortune and the three of us discussed getting started. Gary had already made the call that I would be the exclusive developer on the project and furthered the arrangement by establishing a soft schedule for travel to the Chicago office every few weeks so I could meet with the executive team as needed. While they went over paperwork and financial details I daydreamed a little and reminisced on the hug. How it had felt in his arms. His smell. Every detail of it came back with total recall. After Gary left my boss called me back into his office and grilled me for details. I made most of it up since I don't think he meant the intimate details that we had really talked about. He was satisfied, made some crude joke about making his wife celebrate this contract on her knees, and told me I should go get lucky. --- When I got back to my desk I had a text from Gary. --- "I'd like to get started immediately. Tomorrow I'd like you to come to my house for planning session. Don't worry about your boss, I'll take care of it!" "My boss has never been so nice to me. Like ever! I think I could show up to work in a dress tomorrow and he wouldn't care at this point! lol" "So why don't you? You'll be working at my house anyway, no one will see but me" "I was kidding! Oh my gosh!" "Ok, suit yourself. Tomorrow morning at 8 - how do you like your eggs?" To be continued?