ATID680 — “Wait, You Were a Girl?” I Always Thought She Was a Boy—Now That I Know the Truth, I Can’t Stop Wanting Her
My mother was always bringing different men home. I hated the way her boyfriends looked at me, so I dressed, wore my hair, and even spoke like a boy. Whenever one of them stayed over, I felt like there was no place for me at home and would wander outside late at night. On one of those lonely nights, our neighbor Nakata spoke to me. He cared for me as if I were his own child, becoming both the father figure I never had and the first man I ever fell for. Several years later, I was reunited with my first love.
