Intersex people on the bus

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My name is Tang Tang. I am intersex.
I lived in a small third- or fourth-tier city back then, where buses weren't plentiful, and my home was near the suburbs. So, going home on Fridays and returning to school on Sundays was both painful and joyful. Painful because there were so few buses, and I often had to wait until around 8 PM to "squeeze" my way home with a bunch of smelly migrant workers and elderly people returning from visiting relatives. "Squeezing" was also a joyful experience, as I often had groping hands touching my buttocks, and even reaching between my legs to touch my private parts. They didn't dare touch my breasts because I'm quite tall, 1.72 meters, which makes me stand out on the bus—it's too noticeable. Because I was wearing a school uniform, the sensations were still quite real. A few weeks ago, a strong, young migrant worker in his twenties started waiting for me at the bus door every day to board together. He would always get off first and then board with me. I remember him vividly because he was the first person to touch my secret.
This time was different; he probably got off work earlier. When I arrived at the platform, I saw him squatting there, smiling at me, and stammering, "It's...it's early today. I'll get off and wait for you, hehe, hehe." Gao Yu was holding my arm, discussing going to my house on Saturday. Hearing the voice, she was startled. "Who's this? Do you know him? Is he your boyfriend? Oh, hehehe." I broke out in a cold sweat. "No, how could that be?" A little while later, Gao Yu's bus arrived, and we agreed to go to my house on Saturday afternoon and then go back to school together on the weekend. The young man leaned closer to me, seemingly wanting to talk to me, but he was too nervous and trembled, scratching his head and moving back to where he was. But he was still looking at me. I looked him over and thought that if he washed off the dirt on his face, he would be quite handsome. But remembering the first time he touched me, he was really shy.
He was standing behind me at the time. Initially, he didn't seem to have any lustful intentions. It was an older man standing a little ahead of him on his left who was touching my private parts. The older man first tentatively touched my thigh, and when I didn't react, he slowly moved his hand down to my crotch. He couldn't touch my buttocks because the bus was too crowded and the younger boys behind me would notice; the older man also had his pride. He first stroked my groin area, and when I still didn't react, he boldly touched my labia. Then he stroked back and forth along the closed labia. Even though I was wearing a school uniform, the stimulation was still quite intense. So, taking advantage of the swaying of the bus going over a speed bump, I spread my legs a little. The older man was quite perceptive and whispered "Oh," as if to indicate that he received my message. He then precisely pressed his finger on my clitoris. This sudden pressure made me groan. The friction of the clothing made the stimulation of my clitoris reach my brain without any less. The older man touched my clitoris for a while, then slowly moved to the vaginal opening, pressed it, and then slowly rubbed it. He's really "experienced," unlike the others who just grope around randomly. I grinned, wanting to smile, when suddenly the driver slammed on the brakes, sticking his head out and yelling, probably because someone overtook me. The tool the young man was holding fell to the ground, startling the old man who quickly pulled his hand back. I glanced back, annoyed, and saw the young man slowly squatting down, tilting his head back, trying not to touch my butt, giving me an awkward smile. I smiled back at him with disdain. Fool, the emergency braking was the perfect opportunity to grab him! And you went to pick up the tool?! Just then, the bus suddenly started moving in the driver's anger, lurching forward, causing the young man to inevitably "poke his face against a hot butt." I thought to myself, "Hmph, you're smart, kid." Because of this, the young man finally grew up; he even knew to poke my butt with something hard.
Snapping out of my thoughts, the bus arrived. He was still a little ahead of me, then seized the opportunity to stand behind me. As soon as the car started moving, he couldn't wait to start touching me—one hand on my buttocks, the other on my genitals. I frowned. He was so impatient! Girls don't like this, and most importantly, I hadn't even spread my legs yet! ... ? He wasn't like the old man I mentioned before; he didn't understand gradual approaches, his methods were mostly random touching. But who am I? I'm Tang Tang, random touching only makes me happier. So I was immersed in pleasure, completely unaware that he had actually dared to put his hand inside my pants and touch my... well, you know. I'm intersex, my clitoris is naturally larger. Of course, when I'm not aroused, it's just larger; my labia majora can still cover it. But when I'm aroused, my clitoris slowly changes, becoming a small fleshy pillar, though only about three centimeters long. The young man was shocked; he trembled and withdrew his hand. And then, nothing more. In my mind: "Actually, I'm a woman! Why don't you touch further down!" Sigh, we arrived at our stop so quickly...
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