Evenings with Andrea

I love spending evenings with Andrea, like we did last night, just the two of us, in underclothes on the couch, watching a movie. It was an old one: "Jeffrey." Nothing like watching Captain Picard acting like a flaming queen! She's a beautiful girl, and I love that she loves someone like me. Well, I guess it would take a bisexual to love a hermaphrodite! Why be coy? There it is. Might as well get the shock and awe out of the way. I'm a fully functional hermaphrodite -- a true rarity -- and I had the great fortune of having parents who were such P.C. hippies that they decided that, rather than either they or the doctor, I should decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. Well, the joke's on them: I chose to be both. Which has gotten me both boyfriends and girlfriends but, unfortunately, too many strange examples of the former. Which, I guess, shouldn't be that much of a surprise. But that's my life. Most of the time I dress like a woman, because I've discovered that makes it easier to explain the breasts while I can hide the rest. Those who know me well know I'm a hermaphrodite, but few others.

I met Andrea when she was made my roommate last year. Now we rent an apartment off campus. It's a great little place, and nobody really bothers us here. There's a pool here we rarely use. Our apartment is pink and purple, but the carpets are the white the apartment came with. I don't know why they use white carpets --- surely that shows the dirt more than any other color. One bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen. What more does one want or need? We have her little knick-knacks on the wood tables -- she's into these little ceramic birds -- and school books just about everywhere. I'm a biology major and she's a humanities major, so there's no textbook overlap in the least.

Andrea is out grocery shopping, so it's just me, here, alone. I'd watch a little internet porn, but that upsets Andrea, so I've cut back a lot. But that's our only major conflict. She's even okay when I want to date the occasional guy. She says she certainly understands wanting a man inside you, even if you enjoy being with a woman. Well, she can't imagine how much stronger that tension is in me. But Greg tells me his roommate might be interested in me -- I think Carlos is his name. I only ever see Greg out at the clubs, and I haven't ever been over to his place, so I've never met his roommate, just his friend Marc. I've been with Marc once, but Marc is so damn gay that, well, let me just say that I might as well have been a gay man, since he did not take advantage of the fact that I'm also half woman, though I was clearly the bottom that night. That wasn't that much fun, so I won't go into all the gory details -- I'll just say that I won't be going to bed with him again. In any case, Greg tells me that Carlos is straight, which makes me wonder why he's trying to set us up, but in any case, we'll see. I promised Andrea I would share any man I was dating with her, so I bet he'll appreciate that, at least. Sure, that will make him overlook my penis! Ha!

Well, Andrea will probably be gone a while yet, so maybe I can get in a quick video.