I thought I had gotten over the feelings I’d had for so long. But now it was quite apparent that I had not. I couldn’t remember when exactly these feelings had started. I had to suppress them for all I could. It was lucky for me that I was able to find a group of guys who I could express my feelings to and not be scorned for them.
Seeing Kristy’s naked form had fully reminded me that I had always wanted to be a girl. Ever since I had reached puberty, I was never comfortable being a boy. While other guys became all macho and set out to immediately lose their virginity, I didn’t develop in the same way. I had no desire to use my dick like almost every other guy. So I put up with being called gay all through high school. I didn’t know if I was gay. I just knew I wanted to be female.
The other problem I had with never resolving my feelings was that I had never acted out on my impulses. I never put on woman’s clothes, or makeup, or even put two melons under my shirt to make it look like I had breasts. I figured that no one would understand me. So for at least 4 years now, I kept my desires secret. Now I was 20 years old, with no idea who I was.
“Uh, Joe?” Kristy asked. I snapped out of the trance into which I had fallen.
“Oh, sorry,” I said. “I was just thinking.”
“Well, listen,” she said. “I was headed home and you said you were going to the cleaners.” I nodded. “So why don’t you just come with me to my apartment, and I can give your coat back to you.”
“Th-that sounds good to me,” I stammered. Suddenly I felt my palms begin to sweat. My entire body suddenly grew tense and jumpy. I was nervous.
“Follow me,” she said.