3 weeks ago, I met a great guy at the beach. He wasn't like all the other guys I've been hanging with this summer. Very sensitive, didn't pressure me for sex. We had a great time and I started falling in love.

Sat, he left to go home to pack before going back to college and wrote me a letter. Here is an excerpt. I changed some names.

"After only eighteen amazing days, I can't help but feel like we belong together. But Carole, I've been hiding something from you. No lying is what I've been doing. I'm not the person you think I am. Not the guy, I guess I should say. My darling, I'm a woman."

I just thought, what the...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At first, I thought it was a joke. So Sunday, I called Joey at his home and well to make a long story short, the first thing "his" dad said to me is "you know Josephine is a girl, right, you dirty dyke?"

I lost it. That night, I trashed the beach house, ran out, got sloppy drunk, and went home with the first guy I met. I guess I was worried I was a lesbian.

But yesterday, I started thinking about what I had with Joey and how much I missed him/her? So I called back and we talked for 4 hours.

I guess its the classic "born in the wrong body" story. Actually her body, at least the top is more like a boy than a girl. She isn't even an A cup. She lifts more than my brother.

Anyway, I think I'm in love with a girl. Only one the inside, she's a boy. Am I a lesbian or what?