I was confident that he could protect me and keep me safe from a world that thought being a gender-defined woman was akin to being a pervert. Charles was my king. He was my savior. I floated from day to day, never touching the ground, nor pausing to check in with reality. A woman in love is void of reason.
Reason is poison to the man or woman in love.
The evening that I first laid on his bed, I knew I would expose that which I had concealed my entire life. And there, before me, flaccid yet huge, waited the instrument that would severe my virginity. When I put my lips to the physical essence of his masculinity, all my past fears disappeared. The moment of truth had arrived and caused the room to spin like a gentle carousel. I felt lust stronger than my most intense hunger, and soon felt myself slipping into a trance.