My Italian Stallion

By Deborah Nicole Allen

It is possible to make all kinds of new friends from the TG Forum magazine and I would like to tell you all about a very special weekend I had these past few days.

I will use a different name for my male friend - for his protection - for I am sure he will read this story when he returns to his country in a few days.About 3 months ago he noticed my photo and checked out my personal ad in TGF. I began to get letters almost every day from this new friend in Italy - and like many others I replied with caution and was very careful with my words. We all know that "what we read and see on the Internet" does not make it factual or true. People can be totally fictitious and present a picture of who they might like to be which has no association with their actual identity.

This guy told me he had his own successful business, was married, loved transexuals - and beautiful women. He said he had no actual experiences with transexuals and was very curious about his sexual feelings and longed to meet someone like myself. We wrote back and forth and eventually sent photos of each other across the Internet.

He seemed very nice and the photos he sent were of a very handsome man - and I loved the broken english in all of his letters. As the friendship developed we began to get much more intimate in our words and feelings and I advised him many times that this was no longer a game and that total honesty with each other was essential. I told him that if there was anything he had said before in his letters that might have been not quite true or the photos were not how he was now - to tell me and we would go from there with forgiveness.

He wrote back and told me everything he had said up to that time was completely true and that he wanted us to meet and get to know each other in person. So with great anxiety I agreed to his request that he come to Tampa, Florida and stay the weekend with me at my home. I could not believe that anyone would want to make that expensive trip and travel from Italy all the way to Florida just to spend a weekend with Miss Debbie.

Since I was so very cautious about the actual reality of this actually happening I made it very clear that there would be certain conditions on our meeting. I told him that if he did not appear in person exactly like his photographs he would be left standing on the curbside at Tampa airport. I told him that despite all of our romantic e-mail words we would have to meet and just let things happen naturally. I told him that there would be no guarantees of anything sexual happening - and that when we did meet we would just see what developed.

He asked me questions on what kind of clothes I liked, my favorite colors, what kind of lingerie I liked and all kinds of intimate questions. I told him exactly what I liked and did not like and how I spend my time here at home. I told him I go to work as a guy and at all other times I am dressed as a female. I told him all about my work as a female impersonator at the clubs here in Tampa and that I sometimes worked as a go go dancer in drag at some large straight clubs. I held nothing back and was completely honest in everything I had told him and expected the same from him.

He sent me his trip plans and we set up the arrival meeting location. I asked him what he wanted to do over the weekend and he talked about going to the best restaurants in town and romantic moonlight walks on the beach.The best restaurant in town is Italian - but he wanted to go to an American steak restaurant - and the best most expensive in the city. I advised him how much it would cost to go there and he told me money would not be a problem - everything would be his treat. I did not wish to take advantage of him - but I did advise him that I did expect to be treated as a lady at all times. I remember him writing telling me he was on vacation sailing in Europe and that he would be dreaming about our time together while he was with his family. I have to admit that I did feel guilty about becoming the "other woman" in his life - his possible mistress - and possibly breaking up his marriage. How could a handsome successful masculine straight guy with a beautiful wife find someone like me attractive - and want to travel thousands of miles for a possible relationship ?

I thought about it all and decided it was all harmless and if that was what he wanted to do - who was I to stop him. Part of me was excited about it all and I began to plan what I was going to wear all the times we were going to be together. I decided that I was just going to be myself and wear what I would normally wear on a normal date and over the weekend. Since we were going to be dining at a very expensive restaurant called Ruth Chris Steak House here in Tampa near the airport I would wear a very classy simple black sheath dress, black 3" heels, some expensive jewelry, and have my auburn red long hair as nice as possible.

He called me from New York Kennedy airport and we spoke for the first time. He told me the arrival time and we set up our meeting location at Tampa airport and advised me that he would be wearing a blue jacket and white slacks. As I began to put on my make up I began to get really nervous - but I painted up as nicely as I knew how. When I had finished the make up I decided to check with the airline and confirm the actual arrival time into Tampa. To my horror they told me the plane would arrive in about 10 minutes - and here I was 30 minutes drive time away and had not even zipped up the dress or painted my nails. So I told myself that "nice girls are always late and not to worry" - where was he going to go anyway and I was the only person he knew in this foreign city? I quickly finished dressing and set off for the airport to meet him. On the way I thought here was I 30 minutes away and I was going to be late after he had spent about 14 hours getting here. I began to feel guilty and very nervous. I am normally very self confident as Debbie and go everywhere as a female with no concerns and on the way to the airport I began to worry about me being clocked and possible comments at the restaurant which I knew would be packed on this busy Friday evening.

About 10 minutes from the airport I scrambled to add the Coco Chanel perfume - at least I would smell like a lady. I knew I looked good but now I was about to reach a new hurdle in my feminine life. What if he did not like me or how I looked - all kinds of wild things entered my mind - but it was now to late to change anything. As I entered the terminal I saw this good - no "great" looking guy in white slacks standing waiting for me with his suitcase. My heart was pounding and we kissed and shook hands for the first time. Right then and there I knew this was going to be a weekend I was going to remember for a long time.

We drove to the restaurant and had the car valet parked. As we entered the restaurant I told him the reservations were in his name and that I had asked for a table in a quiet part of the restaurant and he asked for our table. We had to wait about 30 minutes in the bar for the table to be cleared and during this time in the crowded bar we talked about how we had met and how nice it was to be finally together. No one at the restaurant even looked twice at the pretty redhead with her date. I do love being in the real world dressed as Debbie. He was handsome and I loved his Italian accent and everything he was telling me. What girl does not like to hear about how beautiful and well dressed her date thinks she is ? I was in "heaven" !!!

Sitting at the bar a pretty girl waiting for her date next to us asked him what king of cologne he was wearing and he smiled and told her. She looked at me and smiled as if to say "you lucky gal". About 2 hours later we were ready to make the trip to my home - and he held the door open for me and held my hand as we made our way to the car. At home he gave me a beautifully boxed gift and inside was real Italian lingerie - with a little tag "made in Italy". Just what every nice American girl likes ! I quickly unzipped the dress - pulled off the panty hose and pulled on my thigh high lace top stockings, attached them to the black garter belt, and covered myself with his beautiful lingerie outfit of pure Italian silk. We broke open a wine bottle and turned on a very erotic xxx transexual movie - which just happened to be ready for viewing at the right place in my bedroom. I will not get into the details - but it was wonderful !

I had no idea what he was saying in Italian but it sure sounded romantic and I loved every second of it all. Now the problems of reality sink in and I began to think about the make up on the pillows and do I wear my wig to sleep. I did not want him to see me as a male for I never sleep in a wig or with make up on. I decided that I would sleep with the wig on - but I would remove the cosmetics. He never gave me a second glance and we fell asleep in each others arms. When morning came and we woke up I made coffee and still dressed in the lingerie and wig we talked about the previous night and how great it was. Miss Debbie was in seventh heaven.

Saturday was a busy day for us and I showed him the beaches and how beautiful ourcity of Tampa / Clearwater / St Petersburg is. About 6pm I began to get ready for our second night together and for dinner and all the night clubs in our city. We went to a quiet Italian restaurant where I go almost every Saturday night and I was proud to show off my new Italian friend to these people. Then we went to Tracks / El Goya the huge nightclub where I work and I introduced him to all the beautiful drag showgirl queens who perform there every night. They all loved him and all night long all the many male and female friends I have there met him and Miss Debbie was so very proud. I felt like a teenage girl out on her first date and it was wonderful.

Then we went to several other straight clubs where I also work as a go-go dancer in drag - and he kept asking me "what is this go-go dancing ?". I told him I would show him - and I did ! As I climbed into the high dance cage Miss Debbie did her thing - and he soon learned how wild she is ! We got home at about 4am and had another wonderful evening together.

I did not want Sunday to come for I knew it would soon be over. I dropped him off at Tampa airport at about 2pm and as I kissed him good bye I felt very sad. I drove away with tears in my eyes and wondered if I would ever see him again. Just before he left he asked me if I could ever come to Italy and he told me he plans on returning to Tampa next January. I hope it happens.

So it is possible to make great friends on the Internet and thanks to TGF I have a new friend, a new lover, AND a weekend which I will remember until I am a little old lady. Everything he said in his letters was true and he was everything I had hoped he would be. I know he will remember this weekend for a long time and I hope he will keep me in his dreams when he returns to Italy. If this is printed in TGF I know he will read it and smile.

To my new friend "I think you are great and I loved every second we were together. I will be dreaming about you and longing for our next meeting. With warm kisses and a special hug - I miss you my love ".

Deborah.