ACCOSTED IN THE CAN
2015 07 28
It was entirely my fault. I had too much soda to drink for lunch. My favorite soda, lots of ice, nice and cold, and right by the soda fountain. The temptation was too much, I was hot, it was cold, I was thirsty and hungry. Gulp Gulp Gulp.
A hour later the stuff was passing right through me, I had to go NOW! I was looking pretty and done up to the nines. So I hurried in to the ladies, empty, all stalls, and scurried in to the far one, backed up and did my business. Both kinds. Whew! The body shaper and Fort Knox padded panties make this a BIG effort. Not so much the end part but certainly getting through the gate. Took some paper and, while still seated, proceeded to do the obvious. Just then I heard “Is there anyone in here?” I answered yes in my best little feminine voice. Mote paper and wiping again. Again “Is There Anyone In Here?” Again in my best feminine voice I answered yes. Wiping faster. Yet again “IS THERE ANYONE IN HERE?” Again yes in my most feminine voice. Still again “IS THERE ANYONE IN HERE?” Wiping very fast now I answered yes, frightened. “SIR YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! THIS IS FOR THE WOMEN ONLY!” I wiped one last time, and as I pulled my panties up, “SIR YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!! THIS IS FOR THE WOMEN ONLY!” So pulled up and skirt down, I opened the stall door, waltzed over to her and her backup, took her hand in mine, shook it, and told her to have a nice day.
In about a hundred times OUT n about this is the first time this has happened to me.
Actually I completely sympathize with her. It is not inconceivable that some guy would dress up in a dress and a wig and go in to the women’s can to peep. I have never heard of a M-F TS/CDer doing this, we are just NOT in to that. But should the ladies have to process this out every time the go to the loo? Would we want our daughters, sisters, or lovers to have to worry about some pervert in the ladies room? But I was not peeping, I was keeping my eyes on the goal of getting in to the stall, doing my business, in and out, done. I see no one, I hope no one sees me.
Time to go back to that “one holer” location list, to update and expand it.
So after I shook her hand I beat a path to the door and my car and got the hell outta there.
I then remembered that I wasn’t allowed to wash my hands. And that I shook her hand on the way out without even thinking. My apologies.
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