The second I laid eyes on Kayla I knew I wanted her. Not only in the traditional way a man wants a woman, for I longed for more than to lay with her, I wanted to be her. She always dressed feminine, accentuating her petite body with tight skirts, dresses, and all manner of revealing garments. On our first day of classes together I took a shining to her, and she too seemed to like me. I think she enjoyed that I didn’t hit on her like every other guy, we just talked about whatever was on our minds, distracting ourselves from this trivial class we shared.
One day we were having a conversation about former lovers when she asked me “James, why is it you’ve never made a pass at me? Not in a narcissistic way, but I mean, you aren’t gay, so what gives? I’ve seen you eyeing me, and other girls, but you never, you know, make a move.”
Her directness threw me for a moment. “It’s complicated…. When I look at you, it isn’t lust exactly… it’s more… envy I suppose.” This shocked her for a half-beat, before that cute smile returned to her face.
“Envy? For real? Like, in what way?” Her devilish grin revealed her, she was flattered.
“Well, you’re very feminine, and you aren’t shy about how sexy you are. I’ve just always been curious about being the fairer sex.” I responded blushing slightly at my admission.
“Hmmmm,” she sang lightly. “I can understand that, the grass is greener and all that.”
For the rest of class that day, Kayla hardly spoke, but rather stared blankly at the front of the room, lost in thought I suppose. Read more