Thiseventually led to a long and at times emotional discussion about why Icross dressed, and whether I was considering going on the program afterI gra...duated. Pulling no punches about the risks of following herexample Cheryl made no secret of the cost both in terms of losingfriends and family, and job opportunities, before she mentioned thefinancial costs. It was a lot to think about, but I did admit to havingconsidered it myself, and that I had not long before I first saw heractually spoken to. The tears had stopped, I had cried myself out. I was confused, I washurt and worst of all I didn?t know who I was. But what I did know isthat I wanted my mother to be proud of me, not disappointed by me.Mother came and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. ?Brett, honeywill you talk to me? Brett... I am not disappointed by you. Don?t everthink that. You are a wonderful son and you make me very proud. I?msorry I got carried away today honey. I think I got caught up in afantasy. It was special. He looked to be in his 50s, with slightly graying hair, and was wearing dark green polyester slacks and a brown tweed sport coat with a white, open collared dress shirt. I was now quite curious as to what I might see as this portly black gentleman stepped up to the urinal closest to me. With my eye glued to the tiny peephole, I waited in silent anticipation, slowly fondling my growing erection. I would not be disappointed. The heavyset black gentleman was standing no more than 18 inches from. Dave wasn’t sure why she was doing this, if she was mistaken or if this was just a reward for putting up with his bosses bullshit? However he didn’t want to do anything to break the moment OR her rhythm.The train had started up again and she was using the rocking motion to help with the grinding of her ass against his cock. Dave couldn’t believe how hard he was feeling or how constrained his trousers and boxers were making him feel... and as though she read his mind (had he been shifting.