It is the girl at the back I identify with, her sense of apprehension and vulnerability. I want to feel both these things. They are affirmations of my womanhood. I love it that my male strength has gone, love it that I am physically weak. I love to feel a strong woman’s arms around me. To feel a woman’s fingernails being drawn across my cheek. To feel my hair being pushed behind my ear. To feel a woman’s lips on my neck. To feel a woman’s hand easing my bra strap off my shoulder and hearing my small gasp as she exposes my tiny breast. Feeling her fingers circling my nipple and making hard so her lips can take it and suck it and make me tingle from between my legs to the top of my head. To lean my head into her hand as she strokes my face once more then holds me firmly so her mouth can cover mine and I can taste her lipstick as we kiss and she makes me hers.