Sex had only ever been a job, a service rendered to provide a living. Men were animals with a need that I provided.
Yet in one dynamic moment, my entire life changed. His cry awakes in me a hope, hope that there was something more to life. I had been so sure that I would have a girl. But here was this boy, this gender that I had hated, that I had an overwhelming love for. He was perfect, his beauty and innocence was more than my heart had ever witnessed.
He needed me. His tiny face looked up and smiled. He did not judge my sins. He did nothing but adore and love me. His tiny hand wrapped around my finger, I sang to him. And there I decided I would change. I would be what he already believed me to be.
Rebekah had been a friend of mine…
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