She faced away from me, but kept in arm’s reach. She awkwardly rubbed her loufa over her shoulders; I watched the strange trails of suds that ran do...n her back. I stepped forward and put my loufa to her back.“Dean!” She hissed.“Let me help,” I beamed, “I want to hold you a bit longer.”“I can wash myself, thank you,” She smiled over her shoulder and retreated away from me.“Is something wrong?” I took ahold of her shoulders and she stood rigid.“It’s not important.” Each word came out like it’s. I had not ran into Daniel, Bruce or Charlie...which I took as being a good thing. I wasn't comfortable being a sex toy for guys after all I am a guy also, so why would I want to let another guy use me as his bitch. All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I walked home one Thursday evening. As I passed an alley way some one called out 'David, come here', at first it didn't register than it hit me like a ton of bricks. Back in the alley way stood Jerome in the shadows, I thought about. I tried to make myself go over the railing, but I simply couldn't. Myfear of heights crippled me, I couldn't help thinking of how much itwould hurt if I somehow survived.So I sat down and sobbed instead.I was still crying when I heard a voice call to me, "Miss? Are youalright?"I looked up, and there was a female police officer standing a few feetaway from me."No. I'm not alright. I can't even die properly." I sobbed."Maybe you should try living instead?" I can't live. I can't be the girl I. There I was drinking alcohol and trying to enjoy music that was too loud for my tastes. I turned and caught eyes with a beautiful crossdresser. She was like something out of a dream. I wondered how long she'd been coming here, I wondered what her name was, I wondered what her cock looked like... Ha, I wondered everything and was so afraid to even smile at her. She sat beside me and I offered to buy her a drink because what's the point of drinking liquid courage if you're going to waste it? .