"You're so big and strong" said Ben's mother to her twelve-year-old son. But I don't want to be big and strong, Ben thought, I want to be small and cute.
"Offensive line for you" said the coach. "We need big guys like you." "Great, coach" said Ben, who had gotten good at faking enthusiasm because no one really believed he wasn't happy about being a 220 pound muscle monster at the age of 15.
Cross-dressing? What's the point? It wasn't Ben's fantasy to be a 6'5" woman.
"Ben doesn't date any girl over 5 feet" said his friend Jim. Jim had no idea that Ben dated petite women because he could fantasize about being them, although some of the women had their suspicions.
Counting the days till your eighteenth birthday. . .
"I don't just want to be a girl." Ben explained to the staffer at LMGAC "I want to be a really little, cute girl." "Yes, Miss, we can do that. Have you picked out a name?" "Nora--it's short and cute."
Nora gave a twirl in front of the mirror. "I'm so little! I'm so cute! I'm never going back!"
At a club, and not feeling large and dominant but smaller than just about everyone there. Nora had never felt so turned on in her life. And that majorly cute guy with just the slight awkwardness to him, yum. She made eye contact. . .