She'd gone for some therapy and she thought all was fine. She and the doctor has discussed her 'condition', as he liked to call it, but they'd never g...tten to the 'nitty gritty' of her feelings and she'd never revealed to him her condition of being an hermaphorite.She'd managed to get though high school with her 'reputation' still in tact. She'd also gotten through 3 years of college with no problems. It was during her Junior year of college that things began to happen that would change her. They had been to the swinger's club once before, but this time was different. This time he and Janelle had been talking about it for months, ever since the first time. He was a confident, suit-type. Tall, dark and ruggedly good-looking. The type of guy that you know is a man's man, yet a gentleman to the core. He could see the staircase leading down from the change room out of the corner of his eye. The bar was starting to fill up now. Most women were dressed in lingerie, the men more casually. I know we were both relieved when I moved out. Visits home from collegewere easier. Since they only lasted a day or so we could go through themotions of being civil. I never stopped wanting your approval, I achedfor your acceptance, but was realistic enough to know that if I didn'thave it as a lesbian things would get even worse when I came out to youabout the man I am.THAT went about like I'd figured. Although I thought with time you mightget used to the idea, and maybe be happy for me. But it. I start university in a fortnight. I want to get into journalism, then see how that develops."She smiled, so he was turned eighteen. Somehow that eased her mind, yet that low ache seemed to flare, but she said, "I wish you well with that. Mine's romantic fiction mainly. Plenty of kissing but no sex."For Emma, the word seemed to hang in the air between them, and she felt awkward again. "You like writing?" she asked."I won a local essay competition last year." Good for you." Noticing he had.