I was born male.
She looks at them on my thighs.
Soft brushy freckles.
She likes them.
Her lush lush lips go upon them.
She says I’m such a lovely, lovely
woman.
I giggle.
She kisses my soft, white legs more.
So I gasp and I moan.
This feels right. It feels succulent.
It feels more appropriate than
how I was originally made.
So I turn and I turn it on
more and more.
I burn and she melts me.
We melt together
in midnight and morning sun.
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