Your self-consciousness of doing it out in public is just about the only thing preventing you from unzipping your fly right now, you're barely hanging on to reality as the train tips over for one last time. The wind and G-force caresses and presses against your body like an experienced masseur, sending mind-numbing waves of pleasure across your entire body. You have to clamp your mouth tight to prevent yourself from moaning in pleasure, curling inwards in voiceless, agonizing lust. What remains of your masculinity melts away to petiteness and femininity, limbs and waist smoothing and thinning out with graceful curves and well-compact muscles. Your groin aches once, twice, thrice, then your mind goes blank as you experience pure bliss.
By the time you snap out your lusty stupor, the ride is already over and you're getting piggybacked out of the building. Having seen you looking very 'shaken' and 'delirious' - your changes gone unnoticed under the dim glow of light, one of your fellow passenger decide to lead you out to the benches outside the exit. "Mmhm, thannnksss..." You mumble gratefully as you sink tiredly onto the seat, trying to ignore how good he smelled and the way your body rubbed against his - especially your chest and groin. "It's no big deal, miss." The boy replies kindly, checking you over to see if you're alright "I'm just helping a lady out."
'Miss...? Lady...?'
You have the faintest impression that there's some inappropriate about that title, though you shrug it off as unimportant. You have some more pressing matters to mind anyway, such as dealing with this chivalrous kind fellow here. It would be a shame if you don't get to know him better. You thoughts wander as you consider your options and possibilities....