I call myself a lesbian—a woman who has never experienced falling in love. I wear men's clothing, imitate their styles, and even act like a real man. It's how I've always been, and I've embraced that identity with confidence.
But something unexpected shook my world.
I met my childhood boyfriend again. Yes, him—the same boy I used to call "my man" when I was just five years old. Back then, we shared innocent moments and childhood dreams. But his family migrated to the United States, and we lost contact. Now, almost 25 years later, he's back in our country.
A few days ago, as I walked around the old neighborhood, I noticed a familiar face in front of a house I hadn't seen in years. My heart skipped a beat.
I moved closer to get a better look. He was standing in front of the same old house where my childhood boyfriend used to live.
I hid behind a thick wall and peeked carefully. Then I heard someone call out.
"Kim, is that you? You've grown so fast! You've become more handsome," said one of their old housemaids, Elder Gina.
My eyes widened. "Kim? That's really him?"
I observed him again to be sure—and yes, it was definitely him. But he had changed. He looked... incredible. His features were more refined, mature, and confident. Something inside me shifted.
I pulled out my phone and looked at my reflection in the front camera. But the girl he once knew... she no longer existed.
I've changed. I've embraced being a lesbian. And yet, seeing him again made me question everything.
It was such a confusing, weird moment. For the first time in a long while, I felt unsure of myself.
Could he possibly recognize me? Would he remember the girl he once called his princess? I wasn't that girl anymore.
"What if I said, 'Hello, darling. How are you? It's been a long time. Did you come back for me?'"Then I imagined myself saying: "You're so handsome now, your presence drives me crazy."But no... that's not me.
Or should I just go with: "Hey, bro! Long time no see, man! How've you been?"
What a mess. What a weird, complicated feeling.
Anyway, let me formally introduce myself.
I'm Alex Robert Macrobat. I'm 30 years old, a graduate of Chemical Engineering from NASA INASAL UNIVERSITY. Yeah, that's my real name. Sounds masculine, doesn't it?
People always expected me to be someone else because of my name. And maybe because of that, or maybe not, I've never been into the typical girly stuff—no high heels, no makeup, no flashy earrings, no revealing clothes. That's just not me. I always felt uncomfortable trying to fit into that mold.
I remember the day Kim left like it was a dramatic scene in a movie. No goodbyes. Just gone. Maybe I was too young to fully understand back then, but his absence left a space in me that I never filled.
And now here he is. Back. After two and a half decades.
"I'm too old to dwell on this," I told myself. "I'm happy being single. No stress. No heartbreak."
As I watched him from a distance, hiding behind the wall, he seemed to sense something. He turned his head slightly, scanning the area. I ducked quickly, heart pounding.
He's different now—taller, stronger, 5'11", with a well-built frame, striking blue eyes, a sharp nose, and lips that could charm anyone.
His name? Kimberley Joy Dragneel.
Yeah, I know. A name like that might sound feminine, but believe me, he's anything but soft. And that surname? It sounds like it belongs to a fire-breathing dragon. Fitting, honestly.
Rumor has it that Kim became quite the playboy in the U.S.—a heartbreaker, living the fast life. He chased thrills, left a trail of broken hearts, and treated love like a game.
That's why his parents brought him back—to ground him again, to remind him of his roots, and hopefully change him.
"Elder Gina, could you take care of my luggage?" Kim said that day. "I want to walk around a bit, breathe the fresh air. It's been a long time since I was here."
As he walked away, his face softened in a way I hadn't expected. It was almost... nostalgic.
He was probably thinking about the past, too. About me.
"I wonder where she is now," he murmured, lost in thought. "Does she still remember me?"
He assumed I was long gone. Married. Abroad. Living another life.
But I was right there. Watching him.
When Kim turned toward my direction again, our eyes met—just for a moment. He looked confused. I probably didn't look anything like the girl he remembered.
"Is she... a girl?" he wondered aloud, smiling faintly. "Or... a guy?"
He started walking toward me, slowly. My instincts kicked in, and I stepped back. I didn't know how to face him. So I walked away—fast.
Kim watched me leave, confused and silent.
That night, I went straight home and collapsed on my bed.
How should I feel? Happy? Nervous? Ashamed?
"Alex, what are you doing?" I muttered to myself. "Are you really considering going back to who you were just because he showed up? Does he even remember you? You're being ridiculous."
But part of me couldn't help wondering…What if he does remember?
What if he still sees me as the girl he once promised to marry?
She doesn't know how she feels if she's happy because her childhood boyfriend has returned, or if she's afraid that Kim will find out that she came out as a lesbian. "Hey Alex, what's up! Don't tell me that you're going to be a woman again when you just saw him. Stop acting like you're a girl." "The question is, does he still remember you? My God, Alex! Stop your mania first. If I were you, just go to sleep; it's not for you to think about such things. "She was talking to herself.
An hour passed, and she had just fallen asleep. She was dreaming at that time. She dreamed that in the mid of the night, the man was kissing on her neck, the man unbuttoned her blouse and kiss down to her t*ts, and the man pulled down her pants and kiss down into her feminine pearls.
The man's hand pressed her big t*ts and his left hand touched her private pearls. With the excess of the man's kiss, I can't stop my lust. I felt like parts of my femininity would explode because of him kissing it. Is this the so-called horny kiss? When he kissed all my body and even s*ck*d my feminine pearls? My body trembled and I felt like I'm already p*ss*d off at how he romanced with me. I saw myself naked, and I felt that I was being drugged by him. He became wild, and he slowly took off his shirt. I saw his muscular six-pack abs. He kissed me again and pulled his pants down, he was only wearing a white boxer, and I saw his hair, his long legs with curvy muscles. He slowly pulled his white boxer down, and I can't quite imagine how long and hard his pet was. At that time, I imagined that the foot-long hot dog was in front of me and was ready to eat. I heard him whispering in my ear, "Sucks my d*ck."