When we started dating I knew she was amazing: smart, funny, drop dead gorgeous, completely out of my league. But she didn’t seem to care so why should I? Everything was perfect, well almost everything.
I couldn’t satisfy her.
So she proposed a solution, an easy fix. All I had to do was make a change and temporarily become a woman and then she and her handsome friend could show me just how good a woman could feel, just what the female body was craving.
Could I go through with it? Could I become a woman? Could I learn just how to please a woman at the hands of another man?
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“What?” I cried, my voice rising in pitch and timbre, “I’m not going to have sex with Alexander!”
There was a silence that fell between us, and Emily looked genuinely hurt. I realized my reaction was so unlike me, I wasn’t the type to ever raise my voice. Especially not to her.
But surely she didn’t think I could just do this. I could just sleep with Alexander.
Could sleep with a man.
That just wasn’t who I was. I was in the body of a woman right now but I wasn’t one. I was a man, a straight man in a long-term relationship with a woman. I didn’t do things like that.
“Not even for me?” she asked, and at that I had to stop and consider it.
Because the truth was that for her I might.