I went away to school to find out if I was gay. I got involved in the gay community on campus and had several lovers. Mostly, well all, more dominant women. I got more and more girly as the time went by, I liked wearing dresses and frilly bras and p******. I fell for this one girl, she was a graduating senior. She was assertive and dominant and I liked being her girlfriend.
After college, I had to return home and live with my parents until I had a job that allowed me to get an apartment. I met a man, more or less, I got introduced to a man who was older and he told me he didn’t want to waste my time. He wanted children, he wanted a wife who understood the dynamic between a man and woman, not someone he fought every night. I agreed to marry him, if he bought me a house. I didn’t want to live in an apartment, much less have a child living in an apartment. I’m married now and think about my days in college, they were so much fun, and I miss being able to just lay back and be a girl and have another girl make love to me.
