Travis was nervous, never in his life did he ever do something so adventurous and daring. Travis played with his wavy dark hair. He ruffled the fullness and decided to add a little gel.
Travis stared at his reflection again, making sure that he looked good from every angle. The tight skinny jeans made his ass look amazing. And his tight white collared shirt showed off his long slender build. Yep it was now or never.
Travis Carter is 19 years old. He lived in Cincinnati, OH all his life. College wasn't something he has been looking forward too. Not like everyone else, he had to beg his parents to let him take a break on pursuing college.
They whined and warned him told him that he was out of his mind. And maybe he was, sometimes he thought he was. Because the truth was, the reason why he wasn't college crazy because he was crazy about something else.
Love. Those four words consumed him, throughout high school Travis dated. . . a lot. And since he was being so honest, Travis kind of had a repetition. Two years later and the name still haunted him. Travis the tranny.
Oh did he also mention that he went after straight guys (who knew maybe they could of been the one) and dressed up as a girl.
Travis tried not to focus on the past, finally he found someone he could relate too. They laughed, cried, talked dirty, everyday. Travis never felt so happy. Now here's the bad side, Travis has never met him.
Sadly he didn't even know what he looked like. They never exchanged pictures or he didn't know what he sounded like.
All he had was texts and emails. They met on a gay website. It seemed so long ago, but it has only been two months. Travis scans his computer nervously, hoping that neither of them would back out. He smiles when he see the familiar username pop up.
Ready2run: Excited?
Travisboy19: To meet the man of my dreams. . . Nah, not a big deal.
Ready2run: Funny. Are you wearing those shorts that I recommended?
Travisboy19: Yes, I can't wait.