They say that Gender Flus can “rip relationship’s apart and build new ones,” my case of the gender flu did neither. My girlfriend Shelby and I still go out to movies together, visit each other’s families for holidays, and we even live together; though most of our neighbors think I am a girl friend that moved in after Shelby’s boyfriend “moved out”.
Only now there is one major difference, communal lovemaking is out of the question. So invariably I caress my finger tips in my moist groin to newfound fantasies about men, as Shelby indulges into her deepest desires next to me. Maybe one day my recalcitrant case of the Gender Flu will subside, but in this moment there is nothing I can do than accept I am now a heterosexual woman and understand Shelby is too.