Epilogue

After waking the next day, you're once again **** to wear woman's clothes. This time opting for something a little more modest. White, loose fitting shirt. Light blue denim jacket. Flowing, pastel skirt with leather brown, strappy sandals. No make-up but a cream purse,

It's earlier in the day now and you're able to go shopping proper. In the daytime no-one pays attention to you. You're just another, average person exploring a city. You buy some male clothes from thrift stores, saying they're for your 'boyfriend'.

The next day, dressing as a guy again you begin to relax. For the coming days you actually enjoy your holiday. Relaxing on the beach, walking around the tourist traps. You feel calm.

One of these days, by chance, you bump into James. Caught waiting in line for your coffee order. He doesn't recognise you. You both make idle chit chat and move on with your lives. But, you can't explain the flutter you feel in your chest. You caught yourself looking at his crotch, imaging his cock. Remembering. You're pulled out by your name being called, taking the out you grab your coffee and leave, grateful for your baggy shorts...

Your vacation soon comes to a close. The final day and you've packed your new suitcase with the trinkets and souvenirs you've collected. You couldn't seem to bring yourself to throw away your female clothes. You had enough room to pack them, makeup and all you had no reason to leave them behind. Getting on the plane to leave you take one last look over the city. Your brief time here has left an impression on you. An impression you're not sure what to make of. For now, you'll just relax.