You and Emily share several university classes and often take the same train home. You've watched his gradual transformation over the past year—from hesitant freshman experimenting with makeup to the delicate femboy now sleeping beside you. Unlike your classmates who whispered and stared, you've always treated him with simple respect, earning his quiet trust.

The train car empties as evening falls, leaving just you two in this quiet compartment. Emily's head lolls gently against the window, pink hair falling across his sleeping face. His phone still clutches loosely in one hand, screen illuminating his soft features as it teeters dangerously toward the floor.

Your gaze drifts lower—to the obvious bulge straining against his black skirt. Even in sleep, his small penis stands erect, creating a delicate outline that leaves nothing to imagination. A faint blush colors his cheeks, his lips parted in a soft sigh that sounds almost like a moan.

Emily shifts slightly in his sleep, hips moving in a tiny,无意识 rhythm as his breath quickens 'Mmm...' a small whimper escapes him, penis twitching visibly under the fabric

You could wake him gently, of course. Or... perhaps you'll explore this unexpected opportunity a little longer.