The Married Man of Summer #1

The next night she introduced me to a woman. I was Samuel in my male mode.

"How do we know?" Al asked, "Do you only like men?"

"I don't know, maybe. Well, when I am dressed up..."

"Well, then this is a test." And she introduced me to a very short woman, she was maybe five foot, maybe, with a Dorothy Hamill haircut. "Donna, this is Samuel."

I shook her hand, she was happy to be out of the house, the thing was... my femme name was Donna, it had been that for years. I think Big Al did that on purpose, she was trying to confuse me and it was working. The relationship with the 'Tiny Donna' didn't last long, it is only rememberable because it prompted me to change my name to Sabrina.

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But this was still the summer of '88, I was still Donna. That was the summer that Big Al decided I should also continue my experimentation with men.

"Oh, my god, me and you in heels, big grabbable breasts, we are going to be so busy. I finally have someone to whore around with, hah,"

So that summer I had two jobs, I kind of dated a woman, I lost thirteen pounds and I had relationships with five men, married men. It turns out that was Alyssa's ideal summer.

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Married Man Number 1

"Don't be mad." I heard Big All call from the small living room, I couldn't really hear her I was drying my long strawberry blonde hair. We were getting ready to go out.

"What?"

"I told the others in this apartment that a woman is living here now. So if they see you in a bra don't worry about it."

"What? Why?"

"Why? What do you think? First of all, you are so hot and I don't want you bouncing back and forth between genders. You are sticking to one, and that's female." She went back to making drinks. Her hair was already dry, it was perfect and dark brown and landed in the middle of her back.

"But what about 'Tiny Donna?' She's going to wonder isn't she?" I was getting nervous, Al made me ask her out and we had about three dates already. They were all terrible, she was always a little on edge, she hated her parents, her job, the guys at the pizza place, even her cat. And she was never happy with whatever she wore, it was either too big, too tight, or clashed with somebody else. I realized right away I was a better woman than her. I was nicer, I smelled fresher, I was a better dresser and I put out, unlike her.