This story took place in June, July and August 2015. It was between myself and a crossdresser I’ve been meeting for a few years. She’s called Kyla – and I might as well shout out to her as she’ll be reading this story. If you have any questions for her, post below and I’ll try my best to get an answer. Kyla is 23 in this story and crossdresses only part time, really as an outlet. We’ve had a few deep meaningful conversations over the years and I’ve learnt that Kyla would transition but for the good things she’s got going in her life. She lives as a male, has a good job, a good family and good prospects. She doesn’t want to rock the boat too much.
I don’t think I could really say I “live” in the UK. I’m usually travelling with work so only spend perhaps ten days per month in England, and sometimes that time is in London hotels as I stopover. I do have a nice house though that I enjoy returning to when I’ve got time. When I return home I also enjoy getting Kyla to come over for a good, lengthy, overnight session. She’ll come already dolled up, will bring an overnight bag and we’ll eat, fuck and sleep until the next morning.