Be wise, girlfriend. A couple of years ago, I desperately wanted to meet a CD in the hopes that we could share our stories and perhaps I could come to understand and free myself more. I met two people online who claimed to be CDs. They came to my apartment wearing panties under their drab, no other femme wear. I had to lend them bras and stockings, and one of them was about my size so he wore a dress I had in the closet. In the end, the bottom line was that both were interested in nothing more than sexual relations with a crossdresser. That was not my intention in seeking out a crossdresser. I never saw them again.
The next person I tried to meet lived near me. A little wiser this time, I suggested we would meet on a park bench between our two homes. The person never showed up. We tried again. I was stood up again.
I have a girlfriend now, and she would hit the roof if I made plans to meet a crossdresser. I guess I will have to put that desire on ice for a while. I wish you better luck than I had.