I often didn’t give much thought to the differences between being a woman and being a man. I used whatever bathroom I felt like using; I wore clothes from either side of the store. Basically, despite the technical changes to my body, I tried not to think about it.
Yet sometimes it proved unavoidable.
As my professor gave a lecture of particle physics, I found myself distracted. It was like I was focusing on him and yet my eyes were just glazing over, looking past his words. Somehow I was deeply enamoured yet ignoring everything. And then all at once it hit me; I was aroused; I had a crush on my professor!
It was the first moment I could remember being attracted to...well...anyone since first becoming a woman. I tried to think about what I used to do as a guy in this situation. Think about baseball? Nope, not working; I just ended up imagining this guy in a uniform. It wasn’t as sexy as a nerdy professor, but it was...I was mid-though admiring him when he asked me a question.
“Hot?” I said with a questioning tone, praying it had something to do with exothermic reactions.
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