Pit stop

We rode in silence. I'm not sure any of us really knew what to say. I sat alone in the back seat while Carla sat in the front passenger seat. Not long after we left, she drifted off to sleep with her head against the window.

Yes, maybe it was a rash decision to just leave the resort in the middle of the night, but as long as we stuck around there I was going to be in constant risk of going back to Diego...or even his father. I felt like I had to make a call, and that was to choose Susan (and Carla) over them. We could work out the details and our differences later.

At the mid point of the drive home, Susan pulled into a truck stop. As she pumped gas, Carla and I walked into the store. I caught our reflection in the front window and thought that we looked like a couple of sisters traveling with their mom.

Carla went on search of a snack while I headed for the restroom. I had pushed open the door to the men's room before I remembered, I was no longer a man but a pretty girl. As I stood there, door still in hand, a trucker standing at the urinal turned, saw me and smiled. Then he turned his body just far enough that I could see his slightly larger than average cock, which was still shooting a stream of urine into the porcelain urinal.

"Hey baby, you thirsty?" he asked and I blushed.

I turned quickly and almost bumped into a middle aged man who was not paying attention. Behind him what looked to be his wife and younger daughter rushed into the ladies room. I had been distracted by the trucker, and he had clearly been busy staring at my ass.

"I'm sorry," I said softly when he stopped just short of plowing into me. "Wrong door."

"It's...it's okay," he mumbled, realizing that he had gotten caught staring at my ass. "I...uh...wasn't paying attention, my bad."

"It's okay, daddy," I said without even thinking. His eyes widened slightly and made contact with mine as if not believing what he had just heard.

I brushed by him, heading for the single person family restroom instead of the women's room, and I could feel his eyes on me. I spotted a penny on the tile floor, so I put on a show of bending over to pick it up, knowing my panties would show. While still bent over, I looked back and caught him staring at me again and again I smiled.

He turned and quickly rushed into the restroom and i chuckled. I was going to enjoy my new life more than I probably should. I could imagine the thoughts that were running through his head, and they probably included a mental image of him plowing me from behind while his wife was in the restroom next door.

I walked into the family restroom and took a leak like a man. As I was tucking my cock back into my panties there was a knock at the door.