Medicine or Magic
"I can't believe that you don't like women," my dear June said to me. I had just kissed her passionately and slid my hands to cup her firm buttocks, my lips now moving across her throat. I murmured against the sweetness of her neck, "I didn't say that I don't like women, I think what I said is, 'I don't always like being a man around women.' I feel somehow cut off from a woman... no matter how much I like her... I make love to you, you know... I think I want to be a woman, so I can...