I was happybeing a boy. I had a good life as a boy and I certainly wasn't gay.No, I wasn't gay. I'd never been with another boy and didn't fantasizea...out being with other boys. However, I often fantasized about being awoman, and as that woman, I also fantasized about having sex a man.Passionate, amazing sex, where I was beautiful and alluring and he wasa handsome, caring, well-endowed partner. I didn't think of that asbeing gay. It just meant that my two most detailed, erotic fantasieswent. Thank you for your replies. Let me come to my imaginary story. Her figure is slightly between big and lean i mean a perfect figure. I am living with her from my childhood alone since my mom and dad went abroad. They will come once in two years and always stays in a vacation of only 1 or 2 month. Her husband passed away and her daughter is studying be while staying in hostel.She is 44 now. She is a perfect south indian lady. She has a long face, big eyes, lengthy nose and tender lips. She got. She wasn't alone, of course, but I could see her eyes as they gazed into mine. I could see the twinkle and the crinkle around her eyes as she smiled from the hijab surrounding her face. Then she was swept away by an entourage, back to her domicile, I supposed. I would go to the bazaar as often as I could get away from my duties. Actually, part of my duties encompassed recon missions into the city to learn what I could. I wasn't a spy, but my superiors needed to know how the populace felt about. Place: A reasonable facsimile of Northern Indiana. As I've stated before, the story is based around the South Bend/Mishawaka area, but geographically I've jumbled it up. Distances, names of towns, names of schools, and even names of some characters might sound familiar, but I've bent what could have been facts to my own purposes.Codes: mt/ft, ft/ft, consensual, romantic, heterosexual (mostly), bi-sexual (girls), polyamory, school, slow, oral, some sex (no penetration)Part III may contain scenes.