He is a she….
How can a London bad boy be a she? I have always had this thing in my head about London bad boys. They are kind of tough, but at the same time they have a heart of gold. What I really love about London bad boys is that they seem to be happy to accept a girl from any walk of life. I guess that you can say that working for London escorts does not make me perfect, but I do try to be as good as I can be. But most guys I have met on nights out with London escorts, only seem to be after one thing.
The London bad boys I have met so far, are not like that at all. They are sweet and when you tell you work for a London escorts service, London bad boys do not make a big thing about it at all. I guess some of their family members may have been London escorts, and to them, working for London escorts is just like a job like any other job. That is what I really like about London bad boys.
So, when I met Nick, I was happy girl at London escorts. He was sort of the typical London bad boy, but at the same time, there was something special about him. I don’t know why, but he was the only man I had met in ages who seemed to relate to me as a woman. Not only that, but he did not push himself onto me at all. The gentlemen I date at London escorts can sort of hustle you for more than you can offer sometimes, and it is one of the problems with working for an escort agency in London.
Nick was actually a little bit slow in coming forward. Sure, we did a lot of kissing and cuddling, but it would be fair to say I wanted to get this guy into bed. But Nick did not seem to be in a hurry at all, and I was getting worried that he was gay. It turned out that Nick had been involved with London escorts before, but he would not tell me in what capacity. For the moment, I let it ride and just enjoyed his company. It was nice to be friends before you became lovers, and the entire experience was a bit erotic.
One day, Nick was late for a date. He normally picked me up after I finished the early London escorts evening shift, but on this occasion he was about half an hour late. When he finally turned up, he told me he wanted to talk. A little while later, I could not believe what I was hearing. It turned out that Nick was a woman undergoing the change, but he knew he wanted to be a real man. Could I wait for him, and we could do some other things to satisfy each other in the meantime? No problem, I would wait for Nicola to fully become Nick, and up until that day, we would just enjoy each other for what we were at the time. No wonder he was in touch with his feminine self!