My sweet Cathie
This is a remembrance of an afternoon back in my high school days. Here is a brief history before I get to that afternoon’s story. Being a “boy” who never since as early as I can remember felt I was or ever wanted to be one I was somewhat a loner and an outcast. I was very feminine acting and appearing. I made friends with girls as I was easy to talk with and more like one but not actually one. My high school days were not like when I was much younger when I actually seemed accepted as a girl among many of them. It just seemed that as my body matured into a form I hated my mannerisms and mind stayed girly and feminine as ever and that’s what made them comfortable around …