Wow, this one was the last of the future stories, but I started on it first! Please don't kill me for starting a new story. I've had a lot of problems with getting myself to write lately, and this one sparked my imagination. Weeell. I had this um, fantasy (?) about 1. Net-meeting and 2.Crossdressing. So guess the content My beta reader for this one is FAST, so this chapter is beta read (-)/ Contains: Internet, crossdressing, sex, angst, humor (sucky sucky), maleXmale relationship and sex, explicit language and content, Swedish cold weather and underage rape


Chapter One

Throb

Kill! Or die... says:

r u there?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

yeah, but ive gotta go

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

mom wants the computer

Kill! Or die... says:

oh...um okay!

Kill! Or die... says:

cu!

I sighed and stumbled face first onto the bed, shaking my cat-slippers off my feet. The untidy quilt felt nice and cold against my cheek. Another sigh escaped me. I felt silly and afraid, and tried to deny everything. How could it even be possible? I had always laughed at my friends who told me such stories about people they'd met on the net, but now it was my reality. However, nothing would come out of this, right? I'd just daydream for a while, and then return to normal.

I turned my head and pressed my face deeper into the quilt and grunted loudly before getting up and drawing in a deep breath. The characteristic sound of the MSN Messenger client perked me up. I twisted my neck and looked at the screen. It was him.

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

im back

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

where are you?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

hello?

Kill! Or die... says:

back

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

what are you doing?

Kill! Or die... says:

nothing special, music...

Kill! Or die... says:

u?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

talking to mom she wants to see you

Kill! Or die... says:

your mom or you!

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

:D

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

my mom!

Kill! Or die... says:

dont know...maybe...next week!

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

you always say that! Its been 3 weeks now and you always say that -slaps-

Kill! Or die... says:

ouch! -cries-

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

:D awww sorry sorry! Hehehe

Kill! Or die... says:

Hey...why dont we just meet?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

sure, not like im gonna get raped if youre an old man...

Kill! Or die... says:

LOL!

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

hehehe

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

when do you wanna meet me then?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

where did you go???

Kill! Or die... says:

sorry...

Kill! Or die... says:

um i dont know...

Kill! Or die... says:

hows your girlfriend?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

didnt i tell you that ive broken up with her?

Kill! Or die... says:

no way! You just got together with her yesterday!

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

that bitch...didnt wanna do it

Kill! Or die... says:

hahahahahahaahaha -falls over-

(At this point I felt fear for some reason. I scratched my belly and continued to type.)

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

you know how they are! Whining so much...

Kill! Or die... says:

No...how should i know!

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

youre so fucking virgin, you know that?

Signing out...

I felt a burning anger inside. That prep! I wished him all sorts of illnesses and ways to die. Then I remembered him saying something about meeting each other. I signed in again.

Kill! Or die... says:

Sorry, the con

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

suuuure hahahahaa

Kill! Or die... says:

fuck you

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

ouch! My heaaaaart

Kill! Or die... says:

wtf? Hahahahaha

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

:D

Kill! Or die... says:

you said something about meeting no?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

yeaaaah :D

Kill! Or die... says:

when?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

...hehe tomorrow? Ive got no gf, im bored

Kill! Or die... says:

-rolls eyes-

Kill! Or die... says:

...okay...

(I could hear my heart almost beating out of my chest. My dry lower lip started bleeding from the nervous biting I'd tortured it with.)

Kill! Or die... says:

Stortorget?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

no way, theres this guy playing awful music there...

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

järntorger

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

järntorget

Kill! Or die... says:

where on it?!

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

punkplatform!

Kill! Or die... says:

...NO WAY

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

yeees way! Theres no one there this time of the year, its cold

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

ill...wear a black coat?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

ill see you at six then be there k?

See198 at hotmail dot com says:

gtg!

See198 at hotmail dot com seems to be offline

"Hiiiiii!" I drew in air directly into my lungs and expressed my feelings to myself by making strange sounds and flopping onto the floor. What should I wear? Should I use make up or not? A lot? Little? Would he think I'm disgusting? I've already told him I'm a guy...Or...He might not even think I'm me. So I've got to recognize him. I should've sent him my picture, but...Guess I'm too shy. I could barely stand in my flesh and wanted to jump out of it and run to tomorrow, to six o'clock and the Punk Platform. I visualized him sitting there on the flat-pressed snow, his legs hanging down the edge carelessly. Does he smoke? Everyone there smoked. If he didn't snuff I was all right. But...if he really were a preppy type he would snuff. So disgusting!

"Hey Alex, what does that matter?" a voice in my head said. Yeah, what does that matter...

I strutted off to the bathroom, changing my clothes on the way.