This is a mix of fact and fantasy. I’ll leave it up to you to decide which

I’m a big, very masculine presenting man. Always have been even as a teenager. The sort of guy who attracts small, feminine girls who want someone to protect, look after them, and be their ‘daddy’ figure. I never realised I wanted something different.

How it Began:

I was standing in the line at Starbucks in Upper BGC, Manila, Philippines trying to decide what I wanted out of the, seemingly, 4,000 coffee variations on offer. I was jetlagged and overall tired having only arrived the previous day from my home in Australia. The job opportunity of a lifetime had come up at one of the prestigious private Manila universities and the previous couple of weeks had been a whirlwind of tidying up things at home and making travel arrangements. I’d been to Manila a few times before (hence the job offer) but never for more than a couple of weeks at a time – this time I was going to be living and working here full time for at least the next two years.

What I needed right now was coffee and the local Starbucks seemed ideal. We have very few in Australia and I really didn’t have much experience with their menu so, as I mentioned, I was standing in line with a confused feeling.

Then…I started to day dream a little and, next thing I knew the girl behind the counter was saying “Sir? Sir? What would you like? Sir?”. I snapped out of my daydream and realised that there was a long line behind me. In particular, the girl immediately behind me was getting a very impatient look on her beautiful face. Embarrassed, and before I knew what I was doing, I blurted out to her “God, I’m sorry!! Would you mind ordering for me?!”.

Did I mention she was gorgeous? I guessed early 20’s (although, like many Asian women, she could pass for younger), tiny and petite (maybe 5’ and 90 pounds if that), long straight jet black hair, perfect skin a few shades darker than mine, small breasts that I could see poking through her white cotton top which was part of her ‘business professional’ attire.

She looked at me for a second before a small smile appeared on her face. “Oh, why not! He’ll have a tall macchiato, extra cream, no sugar. And I’ll have the same. And he’ll pay for mine”. She looked at me – “Only fair, right?”.

“Oh yes Miss, of course! And my apologies again”.

After the coffee’s came I looked around for somewhere to sit but, being morning rush hour, there was only one seat available at the back. “It’s ok – we can share” she said, again looking slightly amused, so we made our way there and sat down.

I have to admit I was pretty uncomfortable at this stage. As I mentioned earlier, I tend to attract the ‘helpless’ type but this girl, despite her tiny appearance was obviously anything but. Sitting there in front of her I said “Thanks so much again. I don’t know what I was doing over there. My name is Alex by the way”.

"Don’t mention it Alex. You actually looked kind of cute. I’m Olivia”

“Nice to meet you Olivia”

At this, she got that ‘amused’ look back. “But, you know what? I kind of liked it when you called me ‘Miss’ – how about we stick with that?”

“Sure thing…Miss. Whatever you say”.

“Yes Alex. That’s right”

TBC. Lots more to come.