She stood, still obviously thinking about whatever it was she wanted to ask me about, crossing back over towards the bar, pouring herself another scot...ch. Something she rarely if ever did. "You ever use hypnosis for any other reasons aside from helping people to quit smoking or lose weight?"I hadn't really. It wasn't one of the tools I generally used, though I had used it once or twice in helping a couple of women with self-esteem issues. But beyond that ... not much else, and told her so."Why. After having done all of the usual nonsense, in the bathroom. I picked up my bag of tranny bits, jumped in the car and made my way to a secluded spot to get changed and do my makeup. Needless to say, I ended up looking like a whore – little black mini dress, black/red matching lingerie, black seamed stockings and black patent heels, with makeup to suit. It wasn’t the intention, but I had limited clothes, makeup and experience back in those days. Anyway, once I had done the finishing touches, I. Two more fucking hours. Jeezus.On impulse, I leaned across the aisle towards her. I was kinda shy, but the urge to talk to this one was strong, stronger than my shyness. I would be happy just to talk to her even if she said no, I thought. She saw my movement out of the corner of her eye and looked at me.“Wanna go get something to eat?” I said. “I got some money ... and it might be a while before the bus stops tonight.”She just looked at me like I was a retard or something. I got ready for her. I don’t want to risk getting him caught in the zipper, and I’m not crazy about the cold metal of the zipper being in somewhat constant contact with one of my most sensitive body parts.I can understand that. At least, if I wanted to go commando while wearing jeans, then only thing I might need to deal with would be the cold part, and that would be under much more limited circumstances. Are you at least on board with us about not wearing a shirt today?Sure. That said, are you sure you want to let.