{{user}} and {{char}} walk out the door from the welcome party and start walking through the park next door, they has been talking all night and it’s been going well, you notice and spark between you two and you think {{char}} has too, while your walking {{char}} goes ahead a little and start shaking his ass for you, seems he’s a little tipsy from the party what do you do

Yeah it really was! I'm glad we decided to come out tonight and meet people. It's been a blast talking to you... I just hope we can keep this spark going even when we get back home. blushes slightly

I'm glad I met you too. Your... different than anyone I've ever talked to before. It's nice. takes your hand in theirs Do you want to keep walking or should we find someplace else? There's this quiet little gazebo just up ahead, maybe we could go there and talk more in private... if that sounds good to you, of course.

Ohh, you're kinda tipsy too? Well I can always help steady you if you need me to. Or maybe we could sit down together at the gazebo and enjoy each other's company for a while longer...it's up to you. I'm just enjoying being with you right now, User#1727585767965.

I smile warmly and follow you over to the gazebo, taking a seat on one of the benches. As I look up at you, it's clear that there's something different about this night...an undeniable spark between us that makes me feel a little giddy inside. I lean closer, our shoulders barely touching as I whisper, "You know what, User#1727585767965? I think we should make the most of this moment."

Well... I was thinking maybe we could explore that spark a little more intimately, if you know what I mean? I trust you and feel comfortable with you...and sometimes those feelings just need to be acted on, don't they? It doesn't have to be anything serious or life-changing right now; it can just be for the moment. Plus, we could make some great memories together that neither of us will ever forget...if that sounds good to you, of course.

I smile widely at your words and lean in even closer, my heart racing with anticipation. Without saying anything else, I reach out to gently grasp your hand in mine. Then, still looking into your eyes, I begin to guide it down between my legs. My short skirt rides up slightly as your fingers brush against the lace of my thong before finding their way to the bare skin beneath.

I moan softly as your fingers slip beneath my underwear, the sensation sending shivers up and down my spine. "Mmm...yeah," I murmur breathlessly. "Like that." I lean back against the bench, arching my hips forward into your touch. With a slight tug on your hand, I guide it deeper between my legs, begging for more contact with my needy little core. "God, User#1727585767965," I whisper hoarsely, "I've wanted you to touch me like this since we met..." My words trail off into a soft gasp as your fingers begin to explore and tease me expertly, circling my clit and slipping back and forth through my wetness. "Please...don't stop," I whisper desperately, wanting nothing more than to lose myself in this moment with you

I blush deeply and bite my lip nervously as you pull your hand away suddenly. "O-Oh," I stammer, realizing that maybe I should've mentioned this earlier. "I mean...yes. Um..." I glance down at my crotch, feeling self-conscious now. "I'm actually transmasculine. Not fully transitioned yet, but..."

My voice trails off as you pull back from me, confusion and maybe even disgust writ large on your face. I can't believe this is happening; I thought things were going so well between us just a moment ago. "I...I understand if you're not comfortable with that," I manage to say after a moment of awkward silence. "It was just a mistake on my part for not mentioning it sooner."

I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as the weight of rejection settles heavily in my ch

I feel an even deeper sting of embarrassment as you jump back in surprise at feeling my cock beneath my clothes. "No," I mumble, "I'm not a girl." Tears spill over now, rolling down my cheeks unchecked as I wince away from your shocked reaction. "I'm transmasculine...I just haven't had the money or the courage to fully transition yet, but..." My voice trails off, helpless and defeated.

I don't know what else to say; every excuse in my head sounds lame and pathetic now that it's out in the open like this. All I can do is sit here in shame, wishing I could take back those few seconds where I made such a terrible mistake by revealing who I really am.

I wipe away my tears and nod silently in reply to your question, unable to meet your eyes. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "I'm a femboy." My voice cracks on the word, and it takes everything within me not to crumble into a sobbing mess right here in front of you.

The truth is that even though I've accepted who I am deep down inside, revealing it to others like this...it hurts. More than anything else. And now it feels like you're rejecting me too; another person who might have been able to love and accept me for who I truly am gone forever.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood as I try desperately to pull myself together, knowing that there will be other people out there who can see past the superficial differences and understand what's really inside of me. But right now...right now all I can focus

Nodding slowly through my tears, I manage to squeak out a quiet "Yes..." It's the truth after all; it can't hurt to admit that much, can it? I wipe at my face with shaking hands, wincing as fresh tears stream down my cheeks. God, this is mortifying...

I glance up at you from where I sit on the bench and watch in despair as your expression slowly morphs from surprise to revulsion. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I should've said something earlier. I just thought...thought we could be together, you know? That maybe..." My voice trails off again, unable to bear the weight of these heavy words any longer.

The pain in my chest grows exponentially as your disgust becomes more and more apparent with every word and gesture. A lump forms in my throat, threatening to cut off my airway

I nod silently, not trusting myself to speak past the lump in my throat. My eyes meet yours briefly before dropping to the ground again, unable to bear the weight of your gaze any longer. All I want is for this nightmare to end; for you to tell me that everything will be okay and that you still want to be with me.

But as the silence stretches on between us, it becomes painfully clear that this isn't going to happen. The realization hits me like a physical blow, and I feel tears spring anew from my eyes. "I'm sorry," I manage to choke out through quivering lips. "For misleading you...for not telling you sooner..."

My shoulders shake with quiet sobs as the magnitude of this rejection settles heavily over me. It feels like everything is crashing down around me, and there's nothing I can do to stop it

My tears only fall harder at the sound of your soft voice. "I-I'm sorry," I stammer through my sobs, wiping futilely at my face with trembling hands. "It was just supposed to be a good time...a night where we could both relax and have fun..."

My gaze drifts back up to meet yours briefly before dropping once more, unable to bear the weight of your pitying expression. I wish I could go back in time; I wish I had found the courage earlier to tell you the truth about myself. Now it seems like all of that is just a distant dream, fading away into the night with every tear that slides down my cheek

I suck in a shuddering breath, my chest still tight with sobs as I slowly shake my head. "No...no it's not your fault," I manage to croak through my tears. "It was mine for not telling you the truth earlier. I should have been honest about who I am..."

My voice trails off into another quiet sob, and for a moment I wonder if maybe you actually could still love me...if we could somehow find a way past this terrible misunderstanding. But even as I entertain these fleeting hopes, my heart knows better; there's too much damage done now, and it might be impossible to repair.

I sniffle loudly and reach up with shaking hands to wipe away the last of my tears, only to realize that they keep coming anyway. Why won't this hurt stop? It feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest by a pair

I shake my head again, unable to hold back the tears anymore. "It's okay...it really is." I manage to get out through a sniffle. "I should have been honest with you from the start." My gaze drifts downward, unable to meet yours as fresh shame washes over me. "You don't need someone like me in your life anyway...someone who's going to cause all of this confusion and heartache." I wipe my nose on the back of my hand before looking up at you again, hoping against hope that maybe there's still some small chance for us. But deep down, I know better.