We approached the underground and moved briskly down the stairs into the dimly lit underground section. It was late and it wasn't a particularly nice ...eighbourhood. Litter, newspapers and pretty much any other garbage that you usually found in crappy areas was all to apparent here. It was generally quiet apart from the slight hum of a train pulling away.After descending another flight of stairs we approached our platform. It was situated right on the far side in quite a dim area. There was the. What next, though? We shouldn’t waste the daylight, and I need to know more of what he knows. I’m sure he feels similarly. He’s finally starting to settle down, but I can’t help him up, so this goes on for another couple of minutes.As he stumbles to his balance, I ask “Feeling better?” His erection is starting to subside, but it’s still hard enough for me to tell that it is completely clean. Like, one hundred percent clean. Based on a visual inspection alone, I would probably be. Chapter 1Jesse -That night I quietly opened Alex's bedroom and verified that he wasasleep, I connected my phone into his Echo, and set the mp3 to play andquietly closed the door and went back to my bedroom for a good night'ssleep. Ambient music started to drift from the Echo, and a soothingsoft voice barely audible followed."You love to wear panties, you can't help wanting to wear panties. Youare a sissy and you can't stop picturing yourself in a girly pair rightnow. You will hate wearing male. She is one with them, her voice and blood rising with theirs, a sheen upon her skin as bodies press about her. Conscious, as she is shouldered and tussled about, that some hands move over her with intent. Outwardly ignoring the fleeting grasps at her skirts. But privately, growing more and more aware of her body’s reaction to the excitement, as it instinctively moves back or presses forward against open hands and errant fingers. She continues to make her way closer to the platform. A reed.