It's been seven days since I became a girl. I was a little worried, yet in spite of that I came to this place... This train is famous for being home to a ridiculous number of molesters. And here I am in such a place, wearing a super-short miniskirt with my uniform. I wonder if a molester will come for me... N-nah, no way......It feels good. It feels super good. I've gone mad. This one guy specializes in anuses, and his technique is seriously amazing... My butt... What'll I do... When I pretend to not want to move my butt, he gets even more persistent..... wow.... this is so amazing......Day 19. I don't wear underwear anymore. I've grown accustomed to this. I board the train and in the blink of an eye my skirt is lowered, and the usual molesters sandwich me between them, thinking of nothing except doing perverted things to the lower half of my body....ah! ...is that one? ...yeah, it is! This is it! Whoa. Is my butt... mmmm. his only target...? Hey, come onnn... if you're good at it, I don't mind if you lift my skirt and do it through my panties... hmhmhm... ......ahh... I can't stand the thrill... of this...
