I had read stories about this loo on the wall of the other one and lots of messages said it was always full of old gits and no fun so that sounded saf... to me so in I went.It had a row of 5 urinals followed by 3 cubicles. There was no one there so I went into the middle cubicle which had the most stories. It was getting dark and it was a very warm night so I took off all my clothes and started to have a slow wank. I heard someone enter the next cubical but thought nothing of it until I felt a. “Can I offer you a drink?” asked Philip mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible variants of a smile which his facial muscles could produce. The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension. “Do you speak English?” Philip asked. “And I speak Spanish too,” she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full ashtray. “I just thought a drink would do you good.” “What makes you think so?” The. His face looked different. His nose seemed smallerand his eyes seemed bigger. He'd lost the twelve year old fat faced look.Now when he looked in the mirror, he saw his cheekbones were moreprominent. His chin seemed more defined. His lips seemed larger. Hisface was developing character.The low dose estrogen treatments had changed him subtly. He could see it.When he put on makeup, he'd learn to instinctively emphasize these changesand the results were pretty amazing. By accenting his eyes. Some friends from work threw a Halloween Party, and Larry and I were invited. Larry didn't really know anyone there, but we went for the fun of it. He dressed as a sheik and I went as a harem girl dressed in see-through pants and a tiny bikini. (If I say so myself, I think I looked every bit as sexy as Barbara Eaton did on I Dream of Jeanie.) The party was a lot of fun, and as the night wore on we danced away. The black guys from work were there and they loved my costume. When I danced with.