All my sissy training had come to this. The cocksucking, the feminization,the pills, the hair removal and even learning the mannerisms. It all came do...n to this one moment, walking into a restaurant and no one realizing I'm a transvestite. When we arrived, Damien opened my door and offered his hand. I swung my legs around and took his hand as if it was totally natural. "You look incredible." He said. "Have fun baby."Stopping to straighten my dress and gain my composure,I caught a glimpse. They started the song again, and I told myself that Ethanwasn't trying to kiss me or even hold my hand. I was letting my crushdictate my actions. After all, the song he wrote might have just beencathartic, knowing he couldn't have me. That is what we agreed on. Theend of the song left the couple's story open, either for the young manto walk away, tired of being spurned or for the girl to let down herwalls and embrace the mutual feelings.As my part began, I burst forth, carrying the song through. No sooner was it open than the waiting girl rushed inside and slammed the door shut. I heard her groan quietly "ohfuckohfuckohfuck", then the seat slammed up.Next came a rippling explosive noise as she emptied her bowels. Now I had been turned on by piss but never by shit. However, I couldn't help but be fascinated by this most private of moments.There were a few more small splashes. Then came a very loud jet of piss, which didn't last long.Soon, I heard her begin to clean up. This wasn't an. He stepped closer to her incredible body and tickled her slit with the tip of his prick. Her knees began shaking to the point she had to steady herself with her hands on his biceps; she lifted her leg to create the necessary space for his cock. The tip found the entrance; he stopped there, not pushing into her just holding her in place with his thick head. “What do you want?”“I want your cock”“Ahhh, so you don’t need it then, so you can wait can you?””“Steven please, I need that cock in me,.