Never Finding A Love.

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I've felt, BEEN so guilty because of my changing gender and for that reason it seemed that the only way to avoid even more condemning guilt was to refrain from any relationship with a man whatsoever. This is a hard, lonely road, as some of you well know.

Tonight I was out on my bike and stopped to call in a broken electrical box. When I finished and went to move on, I forgot to secure my purse to the back of my bike with the elastic sproingy. It promptly wrapped up in my rear sprocket cassette, and threw debris at me.

I stopped and turned my bike on its back and began to pick at the errant elastic pieces, not sure what I was going to do. At home, with tools it would have been no problem.

Without warning a man, YES A MAN, was talking to me and sort of took charge, after a few mumbled protests, I stepped back and let him go to it. It felt much better to simply relax and let it happen. He soon had it fixed and the bike was back together.

He was gone as quickly as he came. I stood there befuddled and wishing he was still there.....

Yes, I could like totally be a slut...

Gwen

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