Getting In Touch With My Feminine Side

During my first year in college, I was a fine arts student, I met a girl which rapidly became intimate. It was my first overt sexual affair, and I had a lot to learn. Although there are things that come natural, the interpersonal dynamic was chaotic and strained. She posted some things which were picked up on my Facebook. My mother had always insisted she could see our social media and that's how she became aware I was experimenting with a girl.

When I got home for Thanksgiving she told me she had made arrangements to fly out to Santa Fe to spend a few days with her cousin. I wasn't going back to school, 'no Missy, it's time you got the facts of life straight in your mind'.

My mother's cousin is a lesbian with a partner. She is an artist herself, some of her stuff not suitable for hanging behind the sofa. Outspoken, crass, vulgar. 'How's your cuchie today'. I was eleven. As she pinched my nipple.

I arrived in Santa Fe and she was there at the airport with her partner. 'Look at that, you're a woman'. She showed me around, told me we were going to have a good time, and sitting at the table she asked me to pull a tittie out, reminding me she was a tittie girl. She told me my mother had told her I was sleeping with a girl. We had dinner with a salad from the garden, and I went to bed early.

I got a lecture the next day by her partner. Playing with a girl did not mean I was a lesbian, nor the other girl either. We would talk, but I had to be honest. Being a lesbian is like becoming a nun, you forfeit all men. Generally a very bad idea.

I learned pretty quick I was there to be straightened out and to home and get pregnant. My aunt, my mother's cousin asked me to pose topless, out in the garden. Pinch my nipples to keep them hard and lift my neck, be feminine. half naked. She did a charcoal emphasizing my breasts. Get in touch with your breasts, that's where you are a woman. It's not your cuchie.

I also posed with my legs open in an old wooden wheelbarrow. No bra, no panty week. Unless you can 'feel' your feminine side you miss out on everything. It's your tits deary. I bathed in a big cattle trough out back, outside. Naked desert wind through my legs, around my tits. Stand naked, let the warm wind dry you.

The week came to an end quickly, I got my bra and panties back, I wasn't a lesbian, so go on home and get pregnant. 'Nineteen is a great age for a baby, don't worry, you will be a good mother'. Find a boyfriend, leave the girls alone. 'Write us, I would love to be at your wedding'.