Now that I had my family with me, it was sure good to be back.Dad, of course, had already reached the car to try to grab suitcases or backpacks. I saw...him just standing by the open door and went to join him. I pulled out Lissa’s and my backpacks and Melody’s small suitcase. Dad was still looking inside the car.“I should have bought you a bigger car,” he said.“Everything fits, Dad,” I answered.“Yes, but what about your things?” Oh man! The car was packed as full as we could get it with Melody’s. We sat at a small table overlooking the dance floor. I downed a couple of drinks in quick secession. After awhile I felt myself get very tipsy and I began to lighten up. I flirted with passing guys. It was great fun and something I hadn’t experienced before. Eventually a couple of guys came over and began chatting to us. Their names were Stephen and Josh. Both were quite good looking. Both were obviously fighting for my affections. My friend looked on with amusement. Both asked me to dance but. I bent to her breast. She tapped my head in a warmth. ” do you have any boy friends?”. She asked in a very serious voice. ” no….teacher…never”.I stared at her and commended while shooting my head. ” hmm….ok…dear don’t worry today when you were correcting your skirt,I got a chance to see your body. It was well developed as in mature women. So I felt so… you don’t mind it..come on.” She took me to the class. I was sure she didn’t believe my words.She was trying to hook me again and again but I. So many transgendered people who have been through what I have beenthrough said to me, "You don't need a man to be a woman", or "Be free ofthe binary world - love the person". I am not saying they are wrong, butI don't want to be a lesbian. All I have ever wanted was to be a womanin the arms of a man.I feel that so many transwomen find themselves with women because womenare understanding and supportive. Men are bastards, I know that. I wasone, remember. But I want one. Just like other.