He had told me on the phone that he was a married guy age 28, and he enjoyed wearing womens underwear and clothes, describing what he would wear when ...e met. He told me he would be wearing his wifes black stockings and knickers, a short denim skirt and a white t shirt, also make up.I was REALLY nervous as I arrived at his house. I stopped outside and looked at the house, wondering if I should go in. I decided that I must try it, so I knocked the door. The door opened and he was standing just. Walking up to the counter inside, Melody began to inspect the menu. “Oh wow, so many choices!”Oh, yeah. She’s never been to an actual restaurant before.“Yep, they’ve got almost anything you could want. My advice is to start with the traditional favorites. Glazed or chocolate frosted are probably the most popular,” Mike explained.“Ok, I’ll have one of each!” Melody’s eyes lit up with excitement.Mike handed his credit card to the cashier. “And two glazed for me, plus a Coke to share.”The pair. They imagined they could be inside The Bubble and do whatever they liked and no one could see and the outside world didn't matter."Can we stay in The Bubble tonight? Let out all of the talk about everything and just leave our adoring hearts together to make love out of everything we do, be it just breathing, sleeping, or maybe getting a little sexy again, or if I have my way, getting A LOT sexy again." She said with a pixie smile, still not moving her head from its knee-top perch."We can try.". He was cute; not exactly handsome, but cute in a hipster sort of way. He was wearing khaki pants, tennis shoes without socks, and a tight t-shirt. His hair was cut asymmetrically and short and he had facial hair that was just past the peach-fuzz stage, but not a full-blown beard. I minded my own business and ruminated over how insensitive it was for my boyfriend to give me designer panties with some bitch’s phone number on the receipt.My food came and I pecked at it idly, mostly listing each.