There’s nothing sexier than a woman, to me. Perhaps that’s why, if I could, I’d become a woman. But when I watch straight videos, I put myself i... the place of the woman. I identify more with her. I’m not wishing I were that guy nailing her, but wishing I was her getting nailed. I’ve always been submissive and very eager to please. I’ve never had an encounter with another man. I’d love to some day and hope it will happen, but I would have to be fully dressed as a woman and play the part to its. I wanted to welcome you to campus.” Although the girl was cute, with light brown hair and a pleasant smile, he didn't find himself interested. “Maybe I could treat you to lunch, or a drink tonight... or maybe you could treat me?” Her suggestive tone spoke volumes for her intentions.Already moving away, he shook his head. “Sorry, I can't.” He moved swiftly up the last three steps and threw open the glass door at the top. “Jasen, wait.” He wished he could just hide from all of the girls who had. "Karen, you never told me you'd been in reform school." No, Reggie, but I was going to as soon as I got the nerve." I looked at my plate. "I'm just not proud of it. That's all."He leaned toward me, took my nearest hand, and squeezed it. "I understand," he said. "We've all done things we weren't proud of."I looked back at him. My cheeks were wet. "Thank you, Reggie." I wiped my eyes with a corner of my cloth napkin."At this point," Mrs. Weinstein put in, "I'm supposed to wag my finger at my son. I had her cell number now so with the picture attached I texted, "U look spacey. Naughty girl!"Five minutes later I received back, "Who is this?" Someone who knows UR a bad girl." What do U want?" Nothing. Everything," I vaguely replied.I didn't get a response for over five minutes, so I texted again."Brianna?" Go away!" I have more pictures." I attached another one of her taking a drag."So what!" You wouldn't want people to know about this." Fuck off!" she replied.The response rattled me. It.