Queer. On the one hand, I had the illusion that allowed me to get some sexual satisfaction. On the other hand, I knew that it was merely an illusion...The question lingering in my mind was always whether I'd be happier as a woman. I hated the answer I always found - while sexual reassignment surgery was an option, I knew that I'd never be the kind of girl I wanted to be. I had to face the fact that I'd be a butt-ugly woman. I was well over six feet in height, large boned, and my face could. “I lied to you. I’m only 19 years old.” “OH MY GOD,” she yelled, “You are the same age as my daughter! You ARE young enough to be my son! OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE!” Not knowing what to say I simply asked her if she enjoyed it. She told me that was beside the point and so I asked her when the last time was she got to make it with a teenage boy. She said the last time she did it with a teenager, it was with her husband and they were both 19. She was now sitting on the bed, her knees folded at. Soon I felt his hand on my knee. I moved his hand away and mouthed the word "don't" as I looked at him. He relented and we finished our meal in silence. I took the dishes over to the sink and cleaned up, while Bill and Irene went into the living room.I went to my room to change. I removed my top and my skirt, and put on a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. Then I joined Bill and Irene in the living room to watch television. They were watching some game show and Irene was already starting to nod. "Okay, so there are points to be made about either choice. Even if..."Anna smirked and nodded. "Even if what? C'mon! Fess up, girl. You know my secret. What's yours?"Kate blushed all the way to her chest. She felt the beginning sting of tears at opening up to something this deeply personal. However, Anna was right. You had to share secrets for friendship to truly work."Oh, okay. I was going to say, even if the thought of having a tongue that won't stop is better than potential earning.