Growing up, I had the privilege of doing anything I wanted to do. I had everything I wanted, from my belongings to friends. I was popular among men and never had been rejected by them.

One night, a handsome young guy caught my eye whilst I was buying drinks. I decided that he'll be my next target for tonight. I approached him and as the night progressed, I succeeded into persuading him to go with me to my apartment.

We began to get intimate and as I was reaching under his shirt to take it off, I felt soft fabric that was on his chest area. I took a step back and raised his-her shirt, only to see a sports bra, "What is this?..You aren't a guy, are you?.." I questioned, bewildered.