I was seventeen when I first saw him, Black. I was not beautiful, no-----I was handsome, yes. I grew up into a not so typical girl. I don’t like make-ups, nor sexy clothes. Since I was the only girl of the family aside from my mom, I would always play with my brothers when I was young.
Soon after, I adapted their likes and hates. I was able to love manly things, acted like a man, my heart also felt like a man. I was often attracted to girls, specially those innocent one. My heart would pound so hard that I would sweat so much just to catch my breath. I considered myself as a lesbian, and my parents supported me wholeheartedly.
“Good morning Prince!” My classmate, Janice greeted me when I went inside our classroom. They call me Prince instead of Princess.
Sofia seconded. “Good morning! A
