It occurs to me, as I write this, that the title implies my lady is trans. No-no, for clarity, her genital is intact. But I still think she is a boy. I think MY GIRLFRIEND IS A BOY! Here’s what I mean.
A fortnight ago, she harassed me sexually! She walks in on me in the kitchen, spanks and gropes my ass, then winks at me. I feel violated. Where do I report? Anyway, it’s been a rough day for her. I rubbish it off.
A week ago, she finishes her food, pulls my plate and wipes half of it. I can’t blame her. An increase in appetite is normal during that time of the month. Nothing to be scared of.
Yesterday, we watched soccer together. She calls out every player who appears on the screen by name. Then goes ahead to expound the 4-4-2 formation the coach uses. To be fair though, soccer is a universal sport. Not necessarily for men.
This morning, I woke up only to realize I’m on the edge of the bed. She shoved me and left the entire space unoccupied. It’s becoming really difficult to defend her, guys. I doubt whether I’m safe.
For ages, NASA has been trying to trace aliens, when in reality, we’ve cohabited with them since time immemorial. Pretty but weird creatures. I’m stunned!