Continuing my descent

After college, I moved to Boston with my ex. We ended up on different shifts, with me working the overnight, and her working during the day. I had a hard time getting to sleep when it was sunny out, so I ended up online after I'd get home. Most of the time I played computer games, but occasionally I'd get the itch, so I dusted off the game of Alyssa, and went back into chat rooms.

I realized my knowledge of appropriate stats was...lacking. I could make up a height and weight, but sizes? Measurements? Out of my experience. So, I started looking more at my ex's clothes, trying to gauge things...tweaked some stats, started using those...but started to wonder. The "favorite outfits" that I told people about really were great...and so I started to try a few on. "Just to see what it felt like," I told myself.

I was hooked. The feel of the fabrics, the way they clung to me...it was divine! Was this how women felt all the time, wrapped in silk and satin and velvet and nylons? Oh, they definitely had the better deal! I chatted like that for a while. Soon I fessed up, started hanging out in the crossdresser chats...and things got even more explicit then. These guys knew what I was...and it didn't matter. I got told I was sexy, hot, desirable...and even though I didn't really believe them, it was still very heady to have them compliment me after growing up so self-conscious. It cemented the Alyssa part of my personality, and before I knew it, I was on the computer in panties most days after work, when my ex was off at her job.