It was stillmy wallet, and the contents seemed to be the same. I foundmy driver's license and removed it from its spot. Onceagain, my mouth hung open ...ide in shock.The picture on the driver's license had changed. It was thepicture of my face the way it looked now: female. The nameclearly read, "Michelle O. Cuffington." My height waslisted as 5'8", and my eye color as blue instead of hazel.My address was exactly the same, with one small difference.Instead of saying "Apartment 3C," the license. And then there was the unmistakable sound of two guys fucking, the slap of flesh against buttocks, uncontrolled sighs and moans, their passion overriding their need for discretion! That would quite often be enough to send me over the edge and I would deposit a creamy load either on the wall or the door of my stall.I had my favourite haunts, but I was also up for checking out new places. At my local toilets, I had two or three 'regulars' who I knew were always up for some cock fun if I appeared.. .. You know you want it, really... We all want what we need..."She cooed softly as she softly stroked and rubbed and massaged his embiggening cock, yet this was doing nothing to soothe his aches and strains."I'm sorry you can't move. I can't allow you to move during this process,"She apologised, sounding genuine and sincere,"Trust me, I know how much it sucks not being able to move... Not having any say in your fate... Not being able to say 'no'... Trust me, I know..."She continued to rub his. I could not believe I just fucked some stranger; he had pumped my cunt full of semen and simply just had gone out, leaving me there, dripping his seed.I came back to the main saloon. Victor was there, chatting with other people. He asked me if I was having fun and I said, yes of course I was…Then I stayed right by his side for the rest of the night.Later I went to look for a bathroom and found one in a back room.As I started to go in someone pushed me inside, closing the door behind us.It was.