" Kyle's voice, even, was a rich deep tenor, totally male." Kyle's voice, even, was a rich deep tenor, totally male. He began to explain himself and as I listened, I tried to evaluate the revelation I had sustained. I was really in love with Kyle and I tried to figure out why. Our friendship had always been very deep. Probably, there were snipes and gossips at work who speculated about our sexual preferences as we spent so much time together. But, I had never entertained the idea of becoming homosexual just to intensify the already intense relationship between Kyle and myself. I didn't dislike homosexuality, I just wasn't gay. Women were my sexual choice. But, now Kyle had been revealed as a woman, if only 'where it counted'. And the hidden need to push our relationship that last step into sexuality and completeness was revealed. I could only hope that Kyle did, or could come to, feel the same way because I was sure that he way my lifetime mate, my one-and- only. Kyle's story went: "I first realized that I didn't belong in the body I was born into in early high school, somewhere between the ages of 15 and 16. I had 'blossomed' into a curvaceous young woman, and I hated every second of the inflation of my breasts and hips. My mother insisted that it was just hormonal imbalances affecting my moods, but it never got better. I hated bras and pantyhose, though silky lingerie did feel very nice against my skin. In trying to get over my distaste, I began to sleep around, hoping to find an antidote to something to snap me out of it. "Sex was nice, but my body was still hateful. |