Even in my jacket I was shivering at Richard's doorstep. My eyes were wandering to see if anybody was around to recognise me even with my cap and sunglasses on that evening. I had been crossdressing for about a year, for the first time in my life having freedom to do so since moving abroad out of India for work. I had met Richard online through a chatroom. Now, this was my first date, with a man.

It had taken months of chatting for Richard to finally convince him to meet him in person. He was openly bisexual and routinely dated crossdressers. He was divorced with grown kids almost my age. I was in my early twenties. He was in his late forties. He was a white man with brown hair and blue eyes, slightly greying, and very fit for his age. He had sent me his pictures. He was going to see me for the first time because I did not dare to send him mind. He was willing to play blind.

When Richard opened the door I almost fainted of nervousness. He was much taller than me at 6'4 and I at 5'10. He was much bigger. I was only 140 pounds and he at 250. I thought he was pretty fit for his age. He had a warm smile and welcomed me in with all his friendliness, shaking my hand like a gentleman. His house was big but he lived alone. He asked if I had any trouble finding my way and I said no. He asked if I wanted a drink but I declined saying I was fine. He then asked me the obvious question, whether I wanted to change. I said yes and he showed me to a room, with an attached bathroom, that was nicely furnished with a king sized bed and mirror. He shut the door behind me and left me alone. He had a request. He had wanted me to dress in Indian clothes, because this was his first time meeting an Indian crossdresser. I had never tried Indian outfits before, only western. I ordered clothes online for this and spent more money on clothing and accessories for this evening than ever before in my life.

 I opened my bag and undressed.