I sit there for another hour. but she never shows up. I take my time and walk down to the beach. As I walk I hope she is down there. When I finally ge... to the beach…I look up one way but I don’t see her. I walk down the other way for a few miles, but I see no one. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder…I jump, but it’s her and she’s smiling at me. ‘Why are you smiling at me?’ I ask her. She says, ‘Because you are the first guy to go looking for me.’ I can’t be mad at her anymore. She just looks so. At last I said what should I say."Alex , I'm a gay , I mean although I am a person that likes girls , but it's very interesting for me to love a boy like you . You are beautiful Alex , even if I forsake you I would love you to the end of the world "He was calm during my speech. It seemed that he wasn't nervous at all. He got up and move towards me , sit besides me on the platform. My head was on knees, he put his arm on my shoulders and put his chin on my upper arm and leaned his head to my. What was better, and the thing I was after, was that if any of these girls was questioned in the future, it would all be remembered as a big joke.I missed the parties. Wesley and I tried to make it up to each other, but it wasn't the same. I missed the sheer fun of the parties. I was building a future, though, and I kept that in mind when I sat in my room on a Sunday afternoon and reflected on what I could be doing.LSU had gone through the stupid fad of students having to do "community service". Soon they practiced putting makeup on me. By all accounts I was a girl, and didn't know any better. When it came time to register for school mom was incapable of doing it so Rebecca, the oldest signed me up as Bobbie. I wore a green puffy dress down to my knees, white panties with ducks and bunnies, and white tights. Some of the girls in class knew me and we sat together. By fourth grade some of the other girls were developing breasts. I asked Rebecca when I was going to start growing mine..