I’m in love with a man and I don’t know if that love is part of the legacy, just nature winning over nurture, or if it’s because he is who he is...instead of what he is. Someone else might look at my life and question why I left it behind. The money. The home. The land. The man. The virtual fountain of youth I’ve mysteriously tapped into. But, that’s because they don’t have to live it. If I could muster the energy to hate anybody it should be Coyote. But, I don’t hate him either. How could I. And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my womb, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt. I could feel my body stretching with each stroke, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long shaft with my juice, welcoming this alien intruder into my center. Faster and faster. Je je btaoMian . Mom vo ap ky sath dirinks karna chahty hianMom . Main kesy aa sakti or mery sathMian =. Mom pleaseMom. Mom kuch sochny ka badMom . Thek h ap mjy ley jaoMain mom ko gari m ley aya sath min mera ek dost bi thaForm hose mian poch kar sb bht khush hwey mom ko sexy dress main dekh karMom hall min aa gi jaha sb bethy thy sofo pDost ne mom ko pack banay ka kaha to mom ny drink glass mian dali or sb ko deny lgi eEk dost ne mom ka hath dba dya to ek dost ney mom ko dekhty why apny hont. And I wasn't freaking out about it like I thought I would.What was I becoming? Transgendered? Transexual?I had no idea.All I knew right now was standing outside my house was a previouslycisgender man, dressed for all intents and purposes like a woman, acissy. And I was starting to think of myself as a woman and of theclothes I was now wearing as my own clothes. I was wearing my pantiesand bra, my slip, my pantyhose, my boots, my wedding dress, my veil andmy makeup.How had it got here?It had.