We drove with the windows down, the breeze from our speed blowing my hair back.We drove with the windows down, the breeze from our speed blowing my hair back. We talked about what we might do, how long we'd spend, and more importantly we talked about ourselves. I told him how Tina developed out of me dressing in my mother's and sister's clothing when I was young, and how for awhile during my teen years I'd dreamed of being an attractive woman. He told me about his discovery that he was sexually attracted to men just as much as to women, and of the several older men who'd taught him to make love. He knew that his parents would never accept the fact that he was bisexual with a preference for men, and told me that he'd be pleased to have me live at the house as Tina full time, especially when his parents visited. |