Strangers on a train

You quickly make your way onto the train, hoping to grab a seat before they are all taken. But in your new womanly body, you find it much harder to push your way through the crowds, and when you finally get on every seat is taken. Not wanting to have to go through the same experience as at the station, you stand in a semi secluded corner where it is difficult for passengers to see you. You subway car is quickly packed a little full. The train give a lurch and takes off towards its next stop.

Looking around, you seem to have somewhat backed yourself into a corner. You attempt to look around the cabin, but with your newly reduced hight you find it difficult to look over people’s heads. You take out your phone and begin to scroll aimlessly through social media.

Ten minutes after the train takes off you feel a warm puff of air on your face. You look up and see a tall man looking down at you. Seeing that the cart must obvious packed a little tight you try and back up to give him a little room, but find that you’re already pressed up against the train wall. Guilty that you can’t give him more space, you look up at him and give him a smile before going back to your phone. A minute later you feel something numb against your leg. You assume nothing of it. Then it begins to happen more frequently. You assume it’s an accident and pay it no mind. Then you feel a hand grasp your thigh over your dress. Shocked, you look up and see that the tall man from earlier is looming over you with a menacing grin on his face. You look down and see his hand shamelessly grabbing your thigh. You can’t believe it. Your being groped!

You look around the carriage for help, but no one seems to be paying you any attention. The hand on your thigh tightens its grip and you look up at the man harassing you. He bends over menacingly, pinning you between him and the wall. He lowers his head to your ear.

“Your choice,” he whispers, “the easy way, or the hard way?”