Tricia strode through the shopping mall with false confidence, his heels clicking with every step. Nobody had looked at him strangely so far. He glanced in a shop's window to check if his "breasts" were still aligned and caught the sight of his ass. Oh my! It was so nice and round like a girl's. In fact, he wondered if it was sexier than his old ass. What he saw in the window looked without a doubt like a young attractive woman. He smirked and continued on, feeling confident again in his femininity, confident and sexy.
Just like that he noticed a guy checking him out, his eyes going over his girly form, obviously gauging his level of bangability. In response Tricia turned his head and flashed him a smile, his ponytail swishing charismatically, while he began to subconsciously sway his fairly broad hips. He got an uneasy smile back, trying to make it seem as if he was only looking in "her" direction because she was in the way of something else. This is awesome, he thought to himself. He has no idea. Sexy images sprung to his mind of him sucking the guy's dick, his own member tenting his skirt, its tip peaking out from just under the cloth. On cue he felt his penis twitch, constrained in its growth by its lacey prison. Despite the inconvenient timing Tricia desired the aching pleasure, he wanted to touch it, stroke it, grasp it with his dainty fingers and experience the sensory feedback again he had felt earlier. He looked around for a place where he could, well, jerk off in private. A public restroom? No, those were disgusting. His eyes rested on a fashion boutique. One of their fitting rooms would give him some relative privacy. The "relative" part only made it more exciting. Tricia steeled himself and walked into the shop.
Tricia realized he couldn't walk into one of the fitting rooms just like that, he needed to look like regular customer. He began to pretend to calmly be browsing, picking out a few clothing articles, careful to not rush it. The moment he thought he had enough he went for his target in a straight line. As soon as he closed the curtain behind him he let out a quiet sigh of relief, tossing the clothes on the stool and reaching under his skirt for his panties. Another, slightly louder, sigh of relief when he finally let his manhood go free. He couldn't help but look in the mirror where he saw a girl whose skirt was slowly lifting in a conspicuous manner. Girl? No, that's wrong. He reached for the hem of his top and quickly pulled it off, quickly followed by the unhooking of his bra which he tossed aside on the clothes pile next to him, sending the tissues he had used for filling flying. A girly shirtless boy wearing only a purple skirt and black pumps was staring back at him. His erection was standing tall and proud as he admired himself. An eager hand grabbed his throbbing length and began stroking it, assaulting him with that pleasurable feeling he so desired. He imagined himself being taken from behind by a hot guy while he was wearing this girly getup, a sight that would drive even many a heterosexual man wild. For a boy as inexperienced as him it was all too much and entirely too soon he erupted right on his mirror image, stifling a groan with his best effort. Oh crap, he thought. How am I going to clean this up? His eyes darted around and noticed the tissues he had conveniently brought along with him.
And so it came to be that Tricia would walk around for the rest of the day with cum-soaked tissues in his bra. Maybe next time he would just leave it to be discovered by the next customer (if they didn't have security cameras, that is).