I did like a magic act. ‘The great Ben Brown sees all. He is staring through Abby’s clothes looking for that tattoo. Ben sees it – yes, yes. It�...�s on your left boob.’ Abby’s mouth flew open. She looked down at her boob to see if it was noticeable. After all I’ve been staring at her chest since I arrived. ‘Okay, Big Boy, so you got lucky. A lot of girls have tattoos on their breasts. So, what is it, and what color is it? If you expect to hit pay dirt.’ I was kind of shocked myself. So I went on,. She was working at a bank once I had been to Bangalore and she was also on the same bus we didn’t talk much tough initially I hardly looked at her coz we were sitting at different seats but after 3hours of journey the bus stopped it was a night journey and all were sleeping I woke up all of a sudden and I needed to pee as the bus had stopped I got down and I was done with my work when I was coming back on bus a saw the bus driver.The conductor was speaking to some guys there and I found that. She knew I was a cross-dresser, knew how much I loved wearing women's clothing, something I haddone since I was a child.......Yet she also saw me living with the guilt,a shameful secret I had very rarely shared; a whole host of negativeemotions that led to purging clothes, hating myself, struggling to findwho I was.One day, after I got frustrated about a particular item of underwear andhow ridiculous I must look, she suggested I try something. I thought itwas ridiculous, but came to understand. Suddenly I saw that the fingers were gone and I started to calm down a little and began wondering about my reaction.It dawned on me that there was a person in the next booth who wanted to give me a blowjob, and that I shouldn't be worried about someone finding out that I was really a man. It creped me out a little, because I had heard of these glory holes before and thought that sucking some strangers dick through a hole in the wall was kind of pathetic, but it would have been nice to get a.