Scarlett had always been a crossdresser. For a long time, she secretly tried on her ex-wife’s lingerie and high heels, and as she got divorced, her love for dressing up only intensified. But it wasn’t until she stumbled upon a particularly rowdy men’s bathroom one night that she discovered an entirely new side to her passion.
It was a dimly lit alleyway in the heart of downtown, and the men’s room was tucked away in the far corner. But despite its secluded location, there was always a steady stream of black men with big, black cocks coming and going. Scarlett, being the curious soul that she was, couldn’t resist taking a closer look.
She watched from the shadows, fascinated by the way these men urinated with such ferocity, their cocks pulsing and throbbing like they were alive. And as she gazed upon them, she felt a strange stirring in her own body. She couldn’t explain it, but the sight of these men’s massive, black cocks made her feel…turned on. 
It wasn’t long before Scarlett realized that she had stumbled upon something truly extraordinary. She began to frequent the men’s room in that particular alleyway, and soon enough, she became known as “Scarlett,” the only woman ever to set foot inside that particular urinal.
At first, the men were hesitant to share their space with a woman, but Scarlett was determined to prove that she belonged. She would dress up in her finest lingerie and high heels, and as she stood there at the urinal, she would watch a steady stream of black men with big, black cocks relieve themselves.
But it wasn’t until one particularly raucous night that Scarlett realized just how powerful her fascination with these men truly was. A group of particularly rowdy gentlemen had gathered around her, their cocks hard and throbbing. And as she closed her eyes and let their urine wash over her, she felt a rush of pleasure, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
She opened her eyes, and there they were, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and arousal. And as she looked back at them, she realized that she was no longer a woman watching men urinate. She was a part of them, a part of their collective pleasure. She was their perfect target.
Scarlett’s reputation as the urinal only for black men with big, black cocks had spread far and wide, and soon enough, she was attracting men from all over the city. They would come to her, seeking relief from their pent-up desires, and she would provide them with just that.
But it wasn’t until one particularly defining moment that Scarlett realized just how far she was willing to go. It was a particularly hot and steamy night, and the men were gathered around her, their cocks pulsing and throbbing in anticipation. As she took her place at the urinal, she felt a sudden surge of energy coursing through her body.
She closed her eyes and let their urine wash over her, and as she opened her eyes, she realized that something had changed within her. She wasn’t just watching these men urinate anymore. She was a part of them, a part of their collective pleasure. And as she looked back at them, she realized that she was no longer just a woman. She was a sissy, a lover of their big, black cocks.
From that moment on, Scarlett’s reputation as a sissy for black men with big, black cocks only grew. She would dress up in her finest lingerie and high heels, and as she stood there at the urinal, she would watch a steady stream of black men with big, black cocks relieve themselves. And as their urine washed over her, she would feel a rush of pleasure, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Scarlett had found her true calling in life, and it wasn’t just to be a crossdresser. It was to be a sissy, a lover of black men with big, black cocks. And as she continued to stand there at the urinal, she knew that she would never be the same again.