A Strange Romance

Since I had finally got back to Bedfordshire I really did not want to move again so I said yes to the home working offer and rather foolishly expected that working from home would be great but in truth it it was awful. I was used to working with people face to face and now my human contact was cut down to emails, IM's, the old lady in the corner shop and the supermarket check out!

I think I could have gone a little crazy if I had not found a kitten, or rather had one adopt me last winter. I had been shopping and when I got home I found a little kitten sheltering from the biting winter wind shivering on my doorstep. When I bent down to pick him up intending to take him to the RSPCA he meowed at me and my fate was sealed I was now a cat owner!

Even with Soggy (as I came to call the cat) to keep me company it was not long before the lack of human contact wakened my old crossdressing habits and as I no longer had the expense of travelling I suddenly had a sizeable disposable income I had the money to indulge myself. Although the freedom to dress for work was fun the distraction did not solve the underlying problem which was the lack of human contact in my life. I still found it really hard to make friends and started to using some of the chat pages on the websites I frequented. At first it was just the news and technology places but one day out of curiosity I drifted into a transvestite room and had a whole new world opened to me.

Before I knew it I was frequently chatting with strangers as Jane. I was to shy at first to post a profile image but when someone asked what I looked like around Christmas I plucked up the courage to add one of me dressed to my profile and I got a real kick from the compliments that came back about my appearance. On the same day, I began to attract a significant number of private messages off men. I had got messaged by men in the past and I usually ignored them until I got one that evening which caught my attention off someone called 'Sissy Trainer'. This was unusual for me as I normally chatted with other CD's and my new Internet friend made no secret about being dominant and male. It was around 10pm on a Friday night and having needed a couple of glasses of 'Dutch courage' wine to take my profile photos, my inhibitions had been artificially relaxed before he hit on me with a private message.