[M][F/T] My awkward encounter with a trans-woman on a coach bus

This is one of the formative sexual experiences of my younger years. Throwaway account for obvious reason.

I went to college at a smaller school in Boston. This took place almost ten years ago, during thanksgiving weekend of my sophomore year. I’d just turned 19 a few months earlier.

My family lives about 4 hours away from Boston in a smaller city in the region. I bought a ticket back home on a 7:30 Peter Pan bus for the night before Thanksgiving (Wednesday night). My friends had already left earlier that week.

I got to the bus terminal at south station around 7, and the place was mobbed. I don’t usually see a lot of traffic for my bus route home (it’s not a major route) and found myself at the back of a long line. Ultimately I got bumped to the 8:00 bus, which meant I wasn’t getting home until close to midnight.

I got an aisle seat near the back of the bus (I like to be close to the bathroom) and it was filling up pretty quick. Toward the end there were only a handful of open seats left, one of which was the empty window seat next to mine.

A few minutes before the bus was scheduled to leave, a woman stepped aboard who caught my attention like a deer in headlights – a short middle-aged latina woman with *very* large breasts. She was wearing a unzipped puffer jacket with a low cut white t shirt underneath, and though it wasn’t super tight, her chest was practically pouring out of it. She walked down the bus aisle carrying a small duffel bag, looking for a seat. It took me a few seconds to notice that she was wearing bright green medical scrubs for pants. She had a beautiful face but she looked tired and impatient, wearing a sort of “don’t fuck with me” look on her face.

She stopped next to my seat, look down at me and smiled. I nearly lost my shit as she asked me in an accent “..can I sit there?” I obliged like a spaz, leaping up out of my chair and ushering her in before sitting down again. I knew enough not to stare, but I did catch one detail as she squeezed the duffel bad underneath her seat: attached to it was an ID badge for one of the university hospitals in Boston, where I assumed she worked doing medical stuff. I felt like a creep for noticing.

I fought like hell not to look over at her as we left the city. At one point she was texting someone on her phone (this was before smartphones took off, she was typing with the number keypad on a flip phone).

2 hours later, the bus was asleep. I was one of a few people awake. We were cruising down the highway and the bus was rattling with the bumps in the pavement, but everyone had gotten used to it by now. It was mostly dark except for the glowing “peter pan” logo at the front of the bus, and the moving shadows cast by the amber highway lights outside.

My companion was asleep. Her head was turned away from me, angled toward the window as she breathed softly. Her puffer jacket was fully open, the distended t-shirt sloping out in front of her body with its immense boobage.

I looked around – my entire row was asleep. I figured that now I could finally cop a look.

I looked down at her cleavage, lit by the faint light of the streetlights….Holy shit. I’d never seen breasts this big this up close before, and they must have been the size of her head. It was also the first time I saw stretch marks on breasts – hers were long along the upper slopes. She sported something like six inches of cleavage before they disappeared into the cotton of the shirt, but they weren’t always pushed together. They jiggled with the bumps in the pavement and moved with a heavy sagginess, the flesh sort of sinking into itself under its own immense weight. The cleavage bunching together and then separating into two parallel lines, over and over again, vibrating. I was absolutely mesmerized.

Then she shifted her right leg, stirring slightly. What I saw next made the blood run from my face instantly. I suddenly felt trapped in my seat.

Through her medical scrubs, there it was…the unmistakable outline of a very large penis. I was stunned but I couldn’t even begin to process why I was stunned. The damn thing looked like the size of a shampoo bottle or maybe a rolling pin, probably about 9 inches long or so and very thick, tenting through the pants like insanity. Over the next few minutes, I watched in stunned silence as the penis softened slightly, then hardened again, then softened slightly again, etc.

10 years later and I still don’t know what to make of it. I know that hormone replacement therapy can result in breast growth, but this was pretty extreme. I haven’t told anyone else about this.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5e10gc/mft_my_awkward_encounter_with_a_transwoman_on_a