The real me.
When I was a young boy, I knew I like boys. They were sexier than girls in an intimate aspect. But I was curious about girls too. Was I bi sexual??? I was the only boy on my block. My best friend, Kirk, lived 2 streets over & a block down. I mostly had girls to play with. We agreed to play dolls for a while, then cars for a while. Sometimes we played house. I was the daddy, she was the mommy & we had babies. I did get them naked from time to time. But nothing compared to when I would blow Kirk! We were poor, So when I was about 15 I quit cutting my hair. Started shaving my legs. My mother noticed & mentioned something. I wanted to be the real me!
When I graduated HS I had long hair & was beautiful. I identified at school as a male... But that I was NOT! That summer changed my life. I worked for 2 yrs saving money & buying clothes. When I started college in the fall, I was Sharina! I was scared, but very happy to be me. I hit it off with a couple girls & no one was the wiser. After a couple weeks, when I was invited to a sleepover, I confessed that I wasn't born a girl. To my surprise they replied "yeah, we know. But you're one of the girls"
When I graduated college & got a job in my chosen field, I meet a great guy. We got married & adopted 2 c***dren. Before we got married we had a talk about things we had done, but regretted it. I told him that I had been on many dates just for a meal. Never interested in having sex with these guys. He told me LOTS of girls do it. Then I told him that I would seek out certain men, looking for a nice young girl for the evening. Mostly married business men. They would offer me money in exchange for sex. I would tell them that money isn't that way into a girls bedroom, but good chemistry is. Let's start with a date.
If they were the Po Po... well they would say no. Too much to make an arrest. Or if they were, well, They were SOL! At the end of the evenings were pretty much the same. Let's go to my place, his hotel or some other place. They included an insane amount of money. Most times more than the beginning amounts. Once they been with me while, they would be turned on. But 2 things stopped me. I would NEVER be a whore for money, in that sense. And when they found out I wasn't a sis girl... Well... Who knows what would happen.
When I asked my husband his regrets he said, that he had slept with men for money. Usually much older & married. He too grew up poor & with student loans, bills... Well.. it was survival, NOT pleasure. Older men tended to be more generous & kind. I understood.
My husband & I have a great life. Solid family, great jobs. His coworkers see me as a real woman. Funny, I have ALWAYS been a real woman, just incorrect plumbing if you will.
When I graduated HS I had long hair & was beautiful. I identified at school as a male... But that I was NOT! That summer changed my life. I worked for 2 yrs saving money & buying clothes. When I started college in the fall, I was Sharina! I was scared, but very happy to be me. I hit it off with a couple girls & no one was the wiser. After a couple weeks, when I was invited to a sleepover, I confessed that I wasn't born a girl. To my surprise they replied "yeah, we know. But you're one of the girls"
When I graduated college & got a job in my chosen field, I meet a great guy. We got married & adopted 2 c***dren. Before we got married we had a talk about things we had done, but regretted it. I told him that I had been on many dates just for a meal. Never interested in having sex with these guys. He told me LOTS of girls do it. Then I told him that I would seek out certain men, looking for a nice young girl for the evening. Mostly married business men. They would offer me money in exchange for sex. I would tell them that money isn't that way into a girls bedroom, but good chemistry is. Let's start with a date.
If they were the Po Po... well they would say no. Too much to make an arrest. Or if they were, well, They were SOL! At the end of the evenings were pretty much the same. Let's go to my place, his hotel or some other place. They included an insane amount of money. Most times more than the beginning amounts. Once they been with me while, they would be turned on. But 2 things stopped me. I would NEVER be a whore for money, in that sense. And when they found out I wasn't a sis girl... Well... Who knows what would happen.
When I asked my husband his regrets he said, that he had slept with men for money. Usually much older & married. He too grew up poor & with student loans, bills... Well.. it was survival, NOT pleasure. Older men tended to be more generous & kind. I understood.
My husband & I have a great life. Solid family, great jobs. His coworkers see me as a real woman. Funny, I have ALWAYS been a real woman, just incorrect plumbing if you will.
1 year ago
