“Hello Teena, what would and your girlfriend like to drink?” I was shocked. Not only because the waitress knew Teena but also she thought I was he... girlfriend. It suddenly struck me. Teena was gay and she trying to find out if I was too. “Sorry Fiona” she said, obviously embarrassed. “About what?” I asked her. “About that girlfriend comments” she said, her face now bright red. I laughed. “I wasn’t upset” I said “I haven’t been called a girlfriend for years”. She looked at me and then she. I had great confidence in him and I asked him to take me out in the city center during daytime, and he reluctantly agreed. We were stopped by a news crew to give a statement about a random event. I was shy but he instisted, so I ended up saying something dressed as girl on national tv. He fucked me long and hard that night. It felt like I found someone to save me... someone who would help me with changing sex and becoming a woman, who would be more than just a sex toy. Imagine being able to. "Well, I will say this," she answered. "It's going to take something really big to fix this."As she said those words, she raised her right hand, reached down my shorts, searched through my boxers, and grabbed my cock. She gripped it and began to stroke it with her right hand."Something really... really big," she emphasized.Instinctively, I pulled her hand out of my boxers and shorts."Becca, we're outside! And in public!" I cried."I know," she said. "That's what makes this so exciting. Besides,. WHO IS WATCHING UNCLE HAROLD'S HOUSE?Good Bye.Bob (If you remember - Robert Dawlish)"I left the note in the middle of my desk, and as an after thought - I left my cell phone on the note. This was the only way we used to communicate, and now that is closed down also.There was one more thing I decided to do. I called a taxi to the house and then I went downstairs straight to the middle of the orgy. No one even noticed. Most had their eyes closed with ecstasy; the others were too busy to notice. I.