Starting to feel the effects...

You enter the station and quickly make your way to the bathroom. It was like any other stop you’ve made in the past: AC too high, a lingering smell of grease and oil, but this time the clerk looks at you a bit differently than you’re used to; The usual disinterested glance up from a boring workday was now a lingering gaze. You sheepishly meet him and he goes back to watching the small television on the counter, but you still notice his eyes flicking back up periodically as you walk past him.

Your pace slows as your situation sinks in:

I’m really a woman right now...!

Being alone with Alicia was one thing, but now that you’re walking around in public and having a stranger look at you it starts to hit home: Your face, your hair, your body... This isn't just a disguise or a costume: you are actually, truly female. Of course it’s real… you think to yourself, yet at the same time a part of you trying to deny it. You feel conflicted, especially now with him looking at you. You know what he’s thinking about. What else would he be thinking about, a guy like that? Looks to be in his fifties, out of shape - no way he gets any. You remember what you saw in the mirror: If you offered yourself to him, he’d accept in a heartbeat - no way would he refuse you! You could even do it there, in the storeroom. Alicia wouldn’t know... you’d be quick enough. You might even be able to leave with hi-

“Ma’am?”

Reality snaps back as the clerk speaks up. You realize you’ve been staring at him.

“Are you okay? Is there… some way I can help you?”

You try to form an answer, mouth agape, caught out by the thoughts you just had and barely aware of your fingertips pushing into your waistband.

You…