People might think they know lesbians but they don't know a damn thing about me. I am a woman that likes other women. I listen to country music and I ...hought "Ellen' sucked. I am a lesbian but I am also a person with strengths and weaknesses.For example, take Geena. Geena works in my department and her blonde hair burns an ache in my heart that spreads to my belly and into my thighs. Geena and I make jokes about our boss together. Geena always has ham sandwiches for lunch and some days she has. He planned on spending an entire weekend dressed in his feminine best. He was a cross-dresser. Slowly rising from his bed, he quickly went to take a shower.After washing and shaving his body completely, he exited the shower, dried himself and headed to his makeshift "vanity," the fluffy pink towel wrapped around his chest like a prim and proper girl.Seated delicately on a stool, he used the tweezers to slightly shape his eyebrows into feminine arches. He did not make his eyebrows totally. She held it up over her chest, “Isn’t it pretty?” I nodded as I stared at her chest. My imagination was running wild. It was starting to rise. I told her that it had quite a few openings in it and asked her what she would wear under it.“No, no silly. It’s an eastern European style top. I’m not supposed to wear anything underneath it. That would completely ruin the whole look of it.” It was happening again. She had no idea I was getting hard.“Baby is your temperature rising? It’s realizing what. Stats and 5.4 ft height while I was 6 ft height and good built. She used to be the candy of our class (beautiful, studious) but somehow we liked each other and got closer to each other. We used to hang out a lot and when ever got chance kisses and hugs had become normal. The kisses used to be too passionate every time and somewhere we both had urged. We both found places to hide and get kisses and have nice hugs but never could go beyond that.Then came the best day of our life, once when Rita’s.