The years was 1973. You were a young man in collage, a popular one at that. You got all the girls you wanted, all if them willing to sleep with you. Your were well known for being smart and a man-whore at the same time.

You tended to not talk too much, commonly seen being tired or with a blank expression. You had far to much on your mind constantly. When you were younger, your older sister would dress you in girls clothes. She would tell you how beautiful you were, and even went as far as to touch you inappropriately. You weren't sure how that effected you. It almost made you feel an urge to dress in woman's clothes again, so you slept with a lot these girls to maintain a masculine mindset.

You currently sat on your bed in your apartment, starring at yourself in the mirror. You felt like you were about to do something awful to yourself.