Anyway I ignored all the signs being overly sensitive for a boy It should of clicked when I was diagnosed with disphoria. I knew I liked being girly...but I really thought all teen age boys were like me. Always being a pretty-boy girls always came my way but they all end the same I get hurt because just like a girl I lack self esteem and I'm not controlling enough. Also I lack the testosterone to compete with other Men and now that older and I realized that I'm terrified of women. And. I almost reached my hand around to fondle IT. But I was cool and he grinded his cock until it was extremely hard against me. I was wondering what he was going to do. I was getting off the next stop. I wanted him to cum before I got off the train. I wanted to make him weak. My stop came and I wanted to stay for a few more stops but It was late I needed to go home and make dinner for my husband. As I walked I could tell I wasn't alone walking in the same direction. Not many people walk this. "I though that would shut you up, now your going to let me do whatever i want to you. If your good ill let you have a taste of my cum. If not, ill punish you worse than you could ever imagine. Understand?" I quickly nodded my head up and down and watched him as the bulge in his pants grew even bigger. He continued feeling my body rubbing my little dime sized nipples where my breasts would eventually be. He kissed my nipples and down my little tummy until he got to the waistline of my cotton. Burt yanked her back hard by her hair, then again slammed her forward. She couldn't defend herself as her entire body struck the wall with force. She was in total shock at what was happening to her as Burt slammed her against the wall repeatedly. Her nose hurt terribly as blood flowed down her face and drained down the back of her throat, gagging her.Burt pinned her to wall with his meaty fist twisting her hair painfully. His free hand pawed at her blue sundress, pulling it hard and ripping it.