The colours glowed, lucent and radiant; Paloma glowed, with such soul and life that I had an overwhelming desire to touch her soft smooth skin. Pompid...ou stopped me as I reached out a hand. "The paint has not yet fully dried."The difference in the two paintings astounded me. The first had been produced by an artist with considerable ability – the other by a master with the genius of a Goya or Rembrandt. The paintings appeared to be the work of two different artists, but I'm sure art experts. All my Senses, all my thoughts, all my feelings, all those screaming in my mindSaying that I am a girl !!But my mind couldn’t understand it, everything, everyone & everything around me says am a boyI understand am gay boy but that not make me a girlTill that night ……..It wasn’t a long time in that gang, till I had bigger circles of friends, friends who share the same desires and feelings Some were boy and some where girlsAnd in that circles bottoms and girls are close to each other , it's just. Her car was gone by the time I finished changing, and she didn’t get back until late, close to 1am. I of course was still, still thinking about what had happened. I wondered if I had blown my chance, if I did too much too quickly. No, she still wants me. Like the night before I waited until she went to bed before sneaking into her room. I climbed into bed with her. She was lying on her back again. I got on top of her and started kissing her. She kissed me back, her hands rubbing up and down. I need to get a hold of this, and relax a bit. My husband doesn’t kiss me much anymore.”As she was talking I started to unbutton the top button on her blouse, and she reached up with both hands to bring my head to her so she could kiss me. This kiss was much more passionate and showing signs of further passion. Her lips were soft, moist, and very firm. As she broke the kiss, I said, “More please.” She grinned and chuckled. Now I went to kiss her again, and this time she opened her mouth to me,.