[Glice]

I've been contemplating which story I can bear to pass on. I elected to go with:

One time I was out in a certain well-known Islington Goth-hole (anyone who knows which one I mean knows what sort of a place it is). My friend had her drink spiked with roofers. What the spiker didn't realise was that she and I were sharing said drink. I had a little sit down, and driftily watched as said friend starting falling over and throwing up. She was carried out of the place, with all of our friends in tow. I made to get up, (I'd not long been in London and had no idea where I was) but went for another sit. A friend clocked me on her way out, and shouted something like 'you ok?' at me, but I was too swimmy to respond. She later said that she was sure I gestured that I was ok (it's a very druggy place, so I don't blame her). Then I had a little blank patch where I passed out. I woke up for a second or two, threw up on my t-shirt, and did up my shirt buttons to cover it and fell asleep again. I awoke a little while later with a trans-gendered person with his/ her (I'm not sure at what point in the process s/he was) hand gripping cock and balls. In a daze I asked what s/he thought s/he was doing, and s/he promtly apologised (very decent of him/ her, if you ask me) and offered me a drink. We had a natter, and s/he very kindly paid for my taxi back, and I was not molested by a trans-gendered person.

So, in spite of what the papers will tell you - trans-gendered sorts might cop a feel, but they're not all about the rape.