A Shemale Vacation Part 2

I rejoined Josh, Olly and Harry. All of them both embarrassed and grateful about what I had done to let us go on our way. Although Olly made a few jabs about me being queer or a whore, for the most part they all stayed quiet about what had happened and tried to act around me as if nothing had changed between us.

After all that had gone on, I was kind of pleased to be leaving Amsterdam behind the next day. It felt that we could leave behind all that we had done there and move on with our trip and our lives without thinking about what we had done in that tranny brothel. Our next stop was Paris and we were all very much looking forward to spending our time amongst that beautiful city, and the beautiful French girls.

Settled on board the train, all of our thoughts as we headed to the border where on what we could do with the rest of the trip, not on what had come before. Josh, the organiser of everything, was searching through his bag when suddenly he came out with another little announcement.

"Er...guys," he said, "I think that when we were robbed, they didn't just take our money. They've got our passports as well."

"But, we're coming up on the border," Olly said, "We need those to get into France."

"What are we going to do at passport control instead?" I found myself asking.

I may have been imagining it, but I distinctly got the feeling that all three eyes were turned expectantly on me.