The Trials And Tribulations Of Becoming A Woman

I was fourteen then. My best friend told me her older brother liked me but I was too young. He was a college student then. It was Saturday afternoon and we were at the mall and I needed to get home so I was going to call my mom. She told me her brother could take me instead. He was there with some friends so she found him and told him to take me home.

It was the first time we were alone. He asked me where I lived and we started out. I asked him if he was going to do something to me. Like what? He asked me. I was frank, without emotion. Fuck me, kiss me, feel me up? He pulled over and stared at me. How old are you? You aren't a woman. I told him I was, I had gotten my period when I was twelve. So if you are a woman, are you old enough to fuck? I said yes. Do you know what fucking is?

I said yes, and I found out. It wasn't like we talked about. It was way different. I knew one thing, I wasn't a woman, but he was a man. I arrived home and went straight to my room. I sat on my bed snd my mother came in. My sweater was on inside out. I know she knew, but she asked me anyway, what did you do? Now I had to start being a woman, talking with my mother about having done a woman thing. Details, details, details.

After college I walked down the isle on my father's arm so he could give me away to another man. I was a woman then. With woman responsibilities coming my way. The Minister said, do you take this woman ...? I thought for a second he would say, I already have. But he didn't.