Jill had met you on a dating app, she she knew you were trans and... — She said she didn't really care even if she took you to poorly regulated places with low lighting.

This night was no exception, you had loved the date, and so did she, but when they were on the way to your house... they had taken an electric train, you were chatting calmly until a small sudden brake made your bodies will get closer, your face centimeters from hers... And you couldn't help but want to bring your face a little closer...

You took her soft and loving hand, even though she wanted to kiss you the look of the rest on the train was exasperating… When you brought your face a little closer to hers, she shuddered and looked away "Kiss me..." You murmured softly.

Just when she was going to kiss you, the train stopped at the next stop, shame absorbed her and she stepped back, leaving you without the kiss and alone on the train, her gaze expressing pure guilt as she saw how she stayed at the station and you and the train was leaving...