Unique Misadventure

I always felt I was one to walk in a path of two worlds. both parallel and at at times, they cross and go there seperate ways within me. it can be stronger then others, but in all cases.... I always felt feminine by nature, lacking a dominate soul I suppose. it felt more natural, and in luck or fate; people referred to be by 'mame' or 'miss' then as a guy. it would be considered a insult, but deep inside... it made my smile silently.

my misadventure starts on a nice autumn evening at the beach. partly to enjoy the breeze, and otherwise just to be in a quiet place. I would watch the fisherman catch catfish, on some occasions they even give me some (nya nya nom nom yum, love seafood :3). (sidetracked). it was enjoyable but alas I did eventually need to pee after standing around for a long time. so I headed 8-11 minute walk to the beach bathrooms. during which I hear a guy say, "your going in the wrong one" just as I entered. I ignored it (being it was probably over the 9000th time someone has told me it... again.) and continued inside. sadly, it always had the ironic smell of male to it. as I was to relieve myself at a standie I heard footsteps enter the bathroom.

he looked at me half puzzled as I looked back at him "your a ... dude?" looking down at my dick.

"yes" I said softly, my voice soft and feminine out of instict as I finished up. heading to the sink to wash my hands. He stood behind me eyeing me up and down curiously. I felt uncomfortable noticing his size. both in height and weight. I knew I was 5'11" but he must of been 6'5" or more because he had a entire head height over me. and was.. well... he was a big heavy guy, bit round on the gut, but thick toned overall could tell he was easily two to three times my size. probably around his mid thirtys.

"look alittle lude to be a guy, you sure your not some kind of chick?"

I looked into the mirror with a half-sarcastic smile trying to keep friendly.