BELOW THE WAISTShe looks at me, her gaze directAnd unafraid, not at all demureThese days, now she's been to the gym;Her breasts are firm, more muscleT...an fat, capping pectorals like thoseOf the governor of California's used to be,Before he softened; her arms are massive,Ballooning with sinews bigger than my head;She is beautiful, but so masculine I expect,Almost, to see a cock instead of a cuntBelow, but she wears pants, and I, a fairyPrincess, dare not demandShe remove them just so I can. As he talked, I wondered what his family would think of me. I wasn’t Apostolic, although I enjoyed attending the church. His mother seemed really strict and I felt as if she’d never approve of him being with me. Unconsciously I withdrew, thinking. His family will not accept me. I’m not a part of their church. I really like this guy, but I won’t ask him to choose. In the end he’d have to, and he probably won’t choose me. After today, I won’t bother him again.. I would simply enjoy this day with. Your boyfriend is here. I said with what I hoped was a note of annoyance in my voice. He sure seems perfect for you She chuckled slightly, and the downward note at the end gave me the since that she didnt think he was perfect for her at all. She recovered quickly though said good bye and jogged to him and gave him a hug. They left and went to see the newest chick flick, leaving me a Pepé, in the back yard. When she arrived home that evening she sought me out. I had found a secluded corner. " She'd probably kill you," you say."Yes, but I'd die happy," I reply.The moon peeps over the horizon and I say, "Let's stop here." We spread the blanket on the sand and snuggle together on it. The sound of the surf echoes over the sand as we watch in silence.When the moon is above the water, you break the silence and say, "Can I ask you a question, Monique?" Of course, anything, Jenny," I reply.You pause before continuing. "Do you ever wish you were a woman?" you ask softly.The question takes.