Stephen
It was as if something dawned on me when I finally saw him walking out of the shop. I have tried to suppress myself from running to him to hug him because I don’t want him to freak out. But then this time, I know it was not just because I was lonely that I felt that way for him. There was something else.
I don’t know why I am still referring to him as he when he looks like a woman—long hair, beautiful face, and a slender body. Maybe it helped that he really isn’t the masculine type because his built is like that of a woman. But I remember that one talk we had after an amazing s*x. He said he still wants to be addressed he because that makes him prouder to be a member of the LGBT+ community. And that, I respect.
My hands are trembling when he’s finally right in front of me and
