--Okay, if youfeel that way,-- she said. --You can take the bus. But we feel likestaying here for a while.------ I remarked. The idea of going home on...he bus, was to say the least, mortifying in my feminized state.--We won?t hear of it, Zoe!-- she replied, with a wicked grin. --In fact,we insist you hop on the bus and get going. You?ll have to transferdowntown. See ya later!--And with that, the three giggling females left me alone.I thought about taking a cab for a moment, but I didn?t have. That combined with an incentive for moving to the city had your mind already made up.Transaton City, as many who were more situationally aware, could guess from its name that it was a uniquely different town than most major hubs. As an actual city, it mimicked similar smaller urban cities like Washington DC or Boston. In recent years, its rapid growth (hehe) had started to draw comparisons to cities like DC or Seattle.On average, the transgender population for even the most populous cities. Entering the park, I started out on my usual route, walkingslowly and feeling the familiar sense of excitement at beingoutdoors dressed in my thin cotton frock. As I passed the lakea gang of teenage lads on roller-skates hurtled past, wheelshissing on the tarmac path. In the half-light I could see duckscruising silently on the lake. Above my head the trees rustledin the summer breeze. Somewhere far away an owl hooted.Suddenly I spotted him. A brawny looking man in his mid 30's,with. I stood there with my trousers round my ankles as he concentrated on sucking my cock while merrily playing with my balls, at one stage someone else came into the block to use the urinals I was sure they would here the sound of my cock being sucked, just after he left I told the councilor I was going to blow my load, he didn't miss a beat burying his face hard against me as he totally took my cock down his throat as I pumped my load. After we both caught our breaths it was my turn to look after.