Hitting It Off

Time to take another selfie and send it to Tyrone.  He's a pretty

demanding man, and if I don't do as he says, I'll feel the wrath of

the guy.  He's much nicer when I'm a good girl.

The two of us became friends when we were both playing football

at State U.  He was the star running back, and even came close to

winning the Heisman his senior year.  He was a big, strong black

man, while me?  Well, I was the kicker.  I did pretty good but kickers

never get all the attention the other players do--except for those

rare times when you get lucky enough to kick the winning field goal.

Like that ever happened to me though.

Tyrone and I moved to Austin together after graduation.  Tyrone got

a job in one of the oil fields and me?  Well, I got a job working as a

reporter at one of the television stations.  It was a lot of work, weird

hours and little pay.  We found a nice apartment though, and most

people didn't give us any problems.  But there are always a few

rednecks who gave me crap for living with a black man.  But if they

got too pushy, I could always rely on Tyrone to put them in their place.

Tyrone was on the road a lot, so I had plenty of time to do my own

thing.  I met this girl, Cindy, at one of the local bars.  She was one of

those drag queens, and we seemed to hit it off pretty good.  She got

me interested in crossdressing, and with her help, I got to be pretty

good at it.  She even talked me into doing a few drag shows.  And it

was her that got me where I am today.

You see, Tyrone came home from his stay on the oil platform because

of some hurricane in the Gulf.  Silly me wasn't paying attention to the

news or I would have known about the storm.  Well, Tyrone caught me

all dressed up after one of my drag shows.  When I heard the key in

the door, I panicked.  I knew it had to be Tyrone, and I was worried

what he might think.  When Tyrone saw me, he just stood there and

laughed.  It sort of pissed me off. I didn't look that bad.  Well, to make

a long story short, Tyrone put his member in me several times that

night.  And our relationship changed bigtime.  Tyrone paid for a few

changes to my body.  I'm his girl now.  His trophy white girlfriend.

I can't complain.  I'm a stay at home girl now.  I just keep the place

clean and stuff, and keep him happy when he's home.  It's not bad,

really.  But he wants me to send him selfies every day, to remind him

how cute and sexy I am.