I waited for my hookup by the front door in a tight black crop top that strained against my c cup breasts and a pair of shorts no longer than a pair of boxers. Typically I didn’t wear things like this, being transgenser I tended to dress to cover myself and felt uncomfortable with my female body. Standing there I felt exposed and vulnerable, and yet, excited as well. I had shaven myself completely smooth and underneath my clothes had on a lacy bra and a black thong. He had never seen me before like this and I worried what he would think. When people see me, I look like a man to them, but here with everything on display, I knew that wouldn’t be the case. Maybe I should change, I thought to myself, but before I could change my mind, I heard a knock at the door.