As quietly as I could I went back to the urinal and started to pee. The man came out before I had finished and said "thanks, but you should have staye...". I tried to explain that I was 'not into that type of thing'. He lent round behind me and grabbed my cock and started pumping it while I was still peeing. within a few pumps I was rock hard and had stopped. He said "you obviously liked the stockings too much cumming so quickly" with that he dragged me back into the stalland pulled my trousers. " Yeah." She smiled. "Is that ok?" Sure! Sure!" I replied eagerly... Oh fuck yes it's ok, it's great, Ithought.....I felt a lot better, even though I had just been identifiedas a sissy, that she was one too... "It's great...nicole, thank you forbeing kind" I replied quietly, and she smiled at me.Most of the body jewelry was for 'men' like lots of black, and skulls,steel roses, pride flags in every design...there must be somethingfor.....Oh, there they are....back row, pink hearts....omg can I. I'd finished my standard wage-slave thing for the day, writing in-house software for a small company, and had just sat down to read while supper simmered.That's when it struck me! All of the books that I was reading at that moment were time travel stories! The paperback that I had in the kitchen was Terry Pratchett's "Night Watch", I had "Outlander" marked and sitting by the bed and my ebook reader showed I was part way through David Weber's "Apocalypse Troll". It was a very strange conjunction. She shouted“What the hell do you think you are doing?”“Have you lost your mind?”“Do you know how to behave?”I was in no mood to listen to this shit now. I again went towards her and when she brought her hands to push me back, I caught them. I pushed them aside and touched my body with hers. I placed my lips on hers. She resisted a lot. I kept on kissing her. The aroma of the Jasmine flowers, drove me to wilder. She pushed me this time too and ran out of the kitchen. I ran faster than her. I was.