I don’ want that. I want to be…”“Yeah,” he said quietly, his eyes on me. “Yeah.”I realised too late that I’d let him know I was havin�...�� sex with a bloke. Maybe it was the dope, I dunno, but I just knew I had to get away. I stood up abruptly. “I gotta go,” I said, heart poundin’.I started to move towards the door. I opened it, fumblin’. I’d hitch back to the beach. Guys were always hitchin’ here, people were used to surfboards and surfers. I heard Mattie call me, “Jamie, wait. C’mon, please!. I quickly rushed past him and into one of the stalls, locking the door behind me. I just stood there for a few moments catching my breath, as I did so I was able to look around the stall. The walls were covered in graffiti, almost all of it of a sexual kind. There were drawings of cocks and naked women, descriptions of sexual acts and contacts and phone numbers for people "looking for a good time", or "to get their cocks sucked". I realised to my horror that these toilets were used as meeting. Clearly the two at my rear had done this sort of thing before as they started a timed rhythm – one in the other out, one out, the other in. Meanwhile I could hardly breathe with the cock in my mouth. Picture it, will you? Yup, it was that good, and all too soon that train was coming towards me again and I exploded into two, three and finally four orgasms and then collapsed. Michelle is a nurse and came rushing over, but seeing I was just suffering orgasm overload dragged the men away leaving me. He motioned me to the chair in front of him.I tucked my lavender skirt under my legs. I sat.?So you?re the trans lady,? Mr. Wharton said.?I?m Jilly Knox,? I said. ?I don?t identify as trans. It?s a medicalcondition.?He smiled. ?Well, you?re lovely. I?d hardly know you were gay.??I?m not gay. I have a wife.? I said, but after Chandler, who was I tochallenge labels.?Regardless. None of that is why we?re here. Mrs. Knox, it?s alwayshard when the school system decides to make a change. But I?m.