About 10 minutes into the ride I felt a hardness on my hip. I know it was not his elbow. I stand 5'8" and hoped it was one of those hard cocks ...I always watched. As I stood there in the crowd I felt a hardness growing as it pressed against my hip with the motion of the train, I began Cumming in my panties. The thought of a man getting off on me like that got be so hot. This was a opportunity to be bad so I pretended I didn't notice at first. After a few moments I moved so. My hair has grown a bit and I thought that I lookedgood.Everybody at the table was very nice. They talked about me making goodprogress with my transition, and "finally achieving my dreams". Theyhave no idea what I am going through - the pain of being invisible to theman I love.Then, just when I was giving up hope, Scott came out to present some foodand he whispered in my ear: "You look fat". It was a lie and it wasoffensive and hurtful, but all I could think was: "He saw me. He islooking. But listening to Sarah, I had become curious,very curious.She was about 5 foot 4,same as me,short blonde hair,and a pretty face.She had great tits,bigger than mine,and mine were 36dd.So we made plans to meet. I thought maybe we'd have a coffee,and chat.And maybe have a snog.She lived just over an hour away from me, in a busy suburb.I drove over one afternoon while Jack was in work,and her son was in school.Her hubby was also in work,and according to Sarah,knew what she was doing.It turned him. We've had her on, too, and their little boy." She turned to me. "How's Patrick?" He's fine, thanks. But these blokes need to know that I'm not an all-powerful figure from Australia's early days." Right," the station manager said. "Aren't you the bloke that got shot?" Yes." Leadin' an interestin' life, eh?" And sometimes painful." There was general laughter."What are your thoughts?" the programming bloke asked."Well, you must realize that Sue called me but a few days ago, but I've thought about.