Walk The Walk, Talk The Talk, Walk The Woman Walk, Talk The Woman Talk

once upon a time I was a snotty, little bitch. fourteen is a terrible age really. me in the mirror was different every day. my curves, my face, my hands were all different. but most of all my head. no one could tell me anything. i really did know it all. i just didn't know what all i didn't know. don't touch me, don't talk to me, I'm a little bitch, yes I am.

twenty four showed up on the calendar, i had a real world job. dressing for work took a long time, make up and hair and nails. what i saw in the mirror was the hottest girl i knew. me in the mirror after a shower was my idea of woman. me.

one day in front of me stood a man, naked. his intentions were obvious, he advertised it. i had a chance really to walk away. boy it was much to much different than i thought it would be. this being a woman was a big wake up call. a man telling me to my face, no bitches allowed. one man, one woman, that's all. you do the woman, I'll do the man.

i chose a macaroni and tuna casserole, a tomato salad. to drink iced tea. desert chocolate chip cookies. he helped set the table, helped pick it up too. my kitchen i told him, go watch tv. this woman stuff was a lot more fun that way. you be the man I said, I've got this woman thing.

now here i am, with a fourteen year old princess, a little bitch too. her body changed, her curves now catch boys' and men's attention, her head spinning. don't let it get to you, I tell her, one day you will want to be in the kitchen, the man watching tv. it's fun really, this woman thing. lucky you, you could have been born a man.