Lesbian Female / 28
I grew up in a household of women, my parents had only daughters. I have no brothers. My father was the only male around us, and I suppose that is what is imprinted on me about a male role model. During most of my growing up years we all bunked together in two rooms, the first batch and the second batch. Being one of the first batch we had full responsibilities with the second batch. My mother somehow managed to take care of all of us.
Somewhere sort of around nine or ten I started to like a girl at school. First I was so into being a girl, everything girl, from the clothes, the dolls, the toys, everything. My 'friend' came from an only child household and when I had her over we spent a lot of time in dress up. I like fixing her hair, putting make up on her, dressing her in my sister's clothes. I started to call her my sister and if she spent the night she bunked with me.
Going along when we were of dating age, I decided that she could only date with my permission, which I never gave. So, it was always the two of us. We graduate from high school never having dated a boy. By then we were really close, our school psychologist had listed us as codependent.
Around about our junior year in college we met a guy. I will call him Phil. Phil was a lot like my father, firm but kind, and he had a way of treating us that made us feel good. He was way older than us, he was all of 27, but to us he was really mature. Things progressed, and we decided that we would let Phil turn us into women.
I can't say that was what we needed, probably not. It is just that letting Phil have sex with us broke the ice between us. Our break took place one morning in the shower. We were both in a hurry and I had to wash my hair, and my codependent other self got in the shower with me to wash my hair, and we ended up lathering each other up, and having a go at our body parts.
That was the first day we 'made love'. It was not what you think, it was more like 'should I do this', or 'does that feel good', but it was a start into the this wonderful world of girl love. We went from being hesitant to being bold and from exploration to exploitation. A whirlpool of emotions, of raw sex. Somehow we maintained a relationship with Phil. We told him the truth.
Now, today, we are all out of college living our lives in a neat little package. Phil is the 'man' in our lives, it is mostly platonic, but we slip up once in a while, whereas we are no longer platonic, we are gung ho all in sexual beings. The silly thing is that I don't remember our first kiss, I know it happened one night at a sleepover, but which night I don't remember.
Somewhere sort of around nine or ten I started to like a girl at school. First I was so into being a girl, everything girl, from the clothes, the dolls, the toys, everything. My 'friend' came from an only child household and when I had her over we spent a lot of time in dress up. I like fixing her hair, putting make up on her, dressing her in my sister's clothes. I started to call her my sister and if she spent the night she bunked with me.
Going along when we were of dating age, I decided that she could only date with my permission, which I never gave. So, it was always the two of us. We graduate from high school never having dated a boy. By then we were really close, our school psychologist had listed us as codependent.
Around about our junior year in college we met a guy. I will call him Phil. Phil was a lot like my father, firm but kind, and he had a way of treating us that made us feel good. He was way older than us, he was all of 27, but to us he was really mature. Things progressed, and we decided that we would let Phil turn us into women.
I can't say that was what we needed, probably not. It is just that letting Phil have sex with us broke the ice between us. Our break took place one morning in the shower. We were both in a hurry and I had to wash my hair, and my codependent other self got in the shower with me to wash my hair, and we ended up lathering each other up, and having a go at our body parts.
That was the first day we 'made love'. It was not what you think, it was more like 'should I do this', or 'does that feel good', but it was a start into the this wonderful world of girl love. We went from being hesitant to being bold and from exploration to exploitation. A whirlpool of emotions, of raw sex. Somehow we maintained a relationship with Phil. We told him the truth.
Now, today, we are all out of college living our lives in a neat little package. Phil is the 'man' in our lives, it is mostly platonic, but we slip up once in a while, whereas we are no longer platonic, we are gung ho all in sexual beings. The silly thing is that I don't remember our first kiss, I know it happened one night at a sleepover, but which night I don't remember.
