The Transvestite

Why does he dis me?
Why does he not talk to me?
Am I not just like any other girl that has a thing for him?
He’s friendly towards her
But he's ignorant towards me

I’ve got sexy legs, just like her
I’ve I have got long brown hair, just like her
I’ve I have got seductive blue eyes, just like hers

But Why?
Why?
Why oh why?

There's a sensitive side to me too.
Why doesn’t he see that?

He used to like me once.
But now he doesn't.
But why?

He wanted to spent a night with me,
He used to tell his friends all about me,
He was even so persuasive on sleeping with me.

When that night came,
He couldn't help moaning out my name.
He was all up for it,
The other night he even bought me this sexy red thong from the local lingerie stall,
which was their collection for fall.

He started taking off his clothes,
And I did too.
All I knew was that I loved him so much that even my virginity did not matter at all.

We were going at it,
He started playing with my chest,
Just like any guy would, with all that zest.
As he slowly reached down for my skirt,
And started unzipping it,
...

He stopped!
But why? Why? Why?
I thought he knew about it.

Just because I could not please him like the other girls,
Does it mean that I am of any different?
I look like them,
I act like them,
I speak like them,
And I even do stuffs with and like them.

Is it just so wrong being a transvestite?
I don’t think so!
I just feel comfortable in a lady’s body than in a man's.

He broke my heart,
And now my dreams of him and me together are shattered.
I guess I’ll just wait for another guy to come my way,
during the upcoming month of May.



Copyright © 2006,
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2006).
All Rights Reserved.