Email Reality

I know I'm neither pretty nor young but even though to the eye I'm visible as an older man that's on the outside it doesn't change who I am inside.

The Boeing 737 plane had landed and was just finishing taxing to the gate as I sat wondering, 'was this a good idea?" From my window seat I could see the gangway rolling towards the cabin. It was a beautiful afternoon with the sun shinning. The beauty of the sun on the earth after an earlier thunderstorm always seemed like an omen. In a few moments I would deplane. My mind drifted.

Within the next 10 minutes I would be meeting him and I'd either be on the next plane home or on a new journey. The deal was simple. We'd meet at the airport and if 'first-sight' was a 'no go' we'd just separate. If it appeared 'ok' we'd travel to his house for the next step on this erotic dream reality.

The cabin bell went off. Passengers began to stand. I was in row 13 with a window seat, so I'd be one of the first off the plane.

His name is Don and I have no idea what he looks like. We ended up meeting through emails. Discussing who we are rather then what we looked like. In a little bit I expected what I looked like would result in a pleasant dismissal and a flight home. Look, I'm 5' 9" 50 plus and 170 pounds. Not exactly 'slut' material. However, I have no gray hair. Not balding and hardly hairy. In my 20's I could have easily passed as a girl. I have no idea now except for the one time I put on lipstick and thought my lips didn't look feminine. Having looked at numerous women's lips since then I realize it wasn't my lips but the learned knowledge girls have about applying makeup.

But it's who I am on the inside. Inside I'm 5'6" mid 20's and 120 pounds. The gender doesn't change my inside persona except I have small breasts and a small enough penis to think of it as a clit. I can't explain why I don't envision a real pussy. Now my outside penis is about 5" so it just a bit smaller then average.

"Sir," I heard the woman wearing a "I'm a Girl' t-shirt with her 38DDD's expanding the shirt in confirmation saying it was time for me to get up and to stop daydreaming. I rose apologizing to the other passengers for dawdling (if they only knew what I was thinking about) and entered the aisle.