"*****My flatmates wanted to support me, but I asked to leave me alone.Everything was so different now. The room, the closes, my life. Justrecently it...all was nothing, but a decoy, I was a guy pretending to bea girl, and now I was a real girl. And not just a girl, but lonely andbetrayed one. I cried myself to sleep.*****It was afternoon already when I felt like I'm ok to go outside. I wasnot sure what I should wear. There was no more need to pretend that I'm a girl and I can wear something. “Give me a key of the good stuff,” she said.“Okay, but that almost wipes out my reserve. Don’t come back again for a while,” I demanded.“I need to tell Sarah you are back in business,” Ester said.“I don’t think she will care,” I replied.“She says only nice things about you,” Ester said.“Too bad, she doesn’t say nice things to me any longer,” I replied.After Ester, I went home to deal with Michael. His withdrawal wasn’t violent. He was able to control it. It was possible that he controlled it. Finished, I pulled up my shorts and exited the stall.There were two guys waiting, lined up outside the stall as I left who smiled great big shit-eating grins at me as I opened the door. One was a beautiful, muscular black man with a massive bulge in his shorts I couldn't take my eyes off of. As I tried to move from the door he moved towards it and we bumped into each other. My hand was down by my side and went straight for his crotch, squeezing a wonderful mass of hot meat. I looked into his. "Sharon" the badge on her shirt said she was called. He breathed slowly, trying to fend off the feelings of sexual desire that were mounting inside him. He could see she had a good figure, a pair of well rounded breasts and a trim waist. It was all he could do to stop himself vaulting the entrance desk and taking her there and then but his mission was more important and he confined himself to staring piercingly into her eyes and saying, "Thank you, Sharon, but I think I will go in anyway."She.