Ass (I have a penis)

As you take your first step you feel the object inside you shift again. It presses, ever so slightly, tighter against your inner walls, sending a slight shiver through your spine.

As the soccer player you saw passes back in the direction of the game he looks at you strangely, and only now do you realise how strange you must look. Your chest is covered by a simple tube top, wide enough to hide your nipples, but your lower half has no covering but the Sting. Your legs might as well be bare with only fishnet hose as cover, and your tightening nethers are hidden only by a strap of leather that feels like your male parts could slip right past if you move too extremely, or even if you just got too hard. You are dressed like some kind of leather-loving stripper or perhaps a prostitute. At any rate, you are eyecatching.

You look across the park and see the high trees you know mark the parking lot. There is a lot of space between you and them. Looking lower, you see that the space is also not empty. The football field has some sort of organized game going, with lots of people on the edges. Beyond, you see marquees set up to provide shade for someone and what looks like grill-smoke rising from among them.

You face a choice. Do you take the shortest path, one ringed with many onlookers, maybe even ones that know you, or do you take the long way around, following the perimeter, hiding your near nudity behind a hill? Maybe you'd be better off just hiding and waiting however many hours until the revels end and people go home. Who knows who might find you in that time, though?