I winced as I indicated the parts of me that still hurt.“I’m sorry to hear it,” he said, apparently sadly but suppressing a grin. “Perhaps a l...ttle brandy would help?”He ushered me through the café and into the private room at the back, calling to one of his staff for coffee and real French Cognac as we passed. The room was as it had been the previous day; clean, tidy and cool if a little old fashioned and threadbare in places. It was a comfortable room; a room to be at peace in.“Please,” he. The next bus is supposed to arrive in 18 minutes. I realize in all myplanning I had forgotten to look up the schedule.Dear diary, Let me tell you how I sit at the bus stop and even if thisseems too much please have patience.At 8:00 am, I did not want to sit beside her but it was a long time tostand and besides that I figured a girl would probably sit beside a ladywithout reservation especially with a seat between them. So I sit on thebench and wait.She was lonely and after a few minutes got. That was especially the case as I considered those lovely, lower bare white cheeks I had just seen peeping from under the hemlines of her shirt-shorts she had worn aback in high school as a flag girl.I stopped to smell the roses, nah not really. However, there were the smells associated with female arousal in the toilet’s air. I stepped up and did my part as the tube of aloe cream made a ‘cute’ sound that cut the tension in the toilet between Charlotta and me. I rubbed the scorched earth better. "You have made me rekindle that feeling, and I thank you for that." Would you ever want to transition?" you ask."Given my present situation, no, I could never do that," I reply."What if things changed in your life?" you press."I can't really say for sure, but I would definitely consider it," I respond. "How about you?" I don't know, I'm still trying to figure myself out. I do enjoy presenting as a woman, but I'm pretty attached to my cock, too," you reply."I'm certainly glad you are, Jenny. I'm.