Sometimes get a good look, sometimes not ... sometimes the good looks are intentional, sometimes accidental. Directly behind the wall at the end of th...e short "hall" ... and right across from the urinals, are three toilet stalls. Two regular sized, the third, at the far end, the handicapped stall. Steel dividers, no glory holes, but more than enough space between the doors to get a good look at whoever is on the stool ... or if you're inside, catch some views of who's out there.The john was. He was shocked at the girth of the cock between his legs – it felt as thick as an arm. Just then the woman got up from the bed and left the room, to be replaced by a naked Bettina who suddenly appeared from behind. “Are you ready, my boy,” she said patronizingly. “Ready for what, bitch?” screamed Andrew who was now fully sober and shaking. “Who are you calling a bitch, slut,” shouted Bettina and slapped him across the face. “Look who is about to be fucked by the biggest cock in Manhattan!”With. That evening, after Julia had spent an intense three hours having her ass pounded by Trisha's largest strap-on (and then another few hours recovering) she sneaked into her father's room. Trisha and Roger had gone out to dinner with Roger's parents - pretending, for the first time in weeks, to be a normal couple. It was exhausting for both of them. Trisha had been forced to wear a wig to cover her crew-cut, and one of her old pantsuits from work (which now barely fit her steroid-enchanced. Over the next few days I couldn't bring myself to put on any femaleclothing, even pajamas, and I skipped a weekend catering job so that Iwouldn't have to face Julia dressed as a girl. My mind was constantlyflipping back and forth, promising myself at least a hundred times thatI would stop being Alexandra ... and then not being able to imagine lifeas just a normal guy without my feminine alter ego to lean on. In mydarkest moments I convinced myself that no one, male or female, wouldever again.