So much has come to me this past year. I fear pieces of me have died with this partial re-birth. I am now seen in a different light with old eyes grown new. I am no longer just one of the guys. I have legs and breasts. I am wide open now, and am afraid to step on fingers and dilute dreams and emotions. I feel like i'm living a lie in my short skirts and tight tops. 22 years of life, but growth has just spurted days, months, years too late. My heart bleeds with looks of love and feeling in their needful eyes.