Falling in Love with a Professor Who Has a Girlfriend

Episode 1

You know, when I was a kid, I always knew I was different. My parents would buy me toy cars to play with, but the truth is I was in love with dolls. I never felt what a man is supposed to feel; I never felt desire for a woman. When I turned 14, I came out as gay to my parents. They didn't accept it; they said it was wrong, that it wasn't accepted by them. They made a lot of threats, saying that if I insisted on this "clowning around," they would kick me out. Out of fear of living on the streets, I isolated myself and kept quiet. Imagine a boy of only 14 years old living on the streets; I wouldn't survive. So, to avoid certain things, I isolated myself, immersed myself in my studies, started being the best in class. I always thought to myself: If I study hard and become someone in life, I can simply free myself. So I started studying. After 3 years, I graduated high school; I was already 17 going on 18 years old. I was already thinking about college, and yes, I'm going to study law. I want to be a lawyer. I want to defend people's rights.

One thing I haven't told you: I'm in love with makeup and women's clothing. I don't have the courage to dress like a woman around anyone; it's my fetish, and I don't intend to show anyone. And yes, I'm very good at makeup, but it's just for me to see.

Going back to the college subject, I applied to Harvard University in the United States, and because I'm at the top of my class, I got in first place. During those three years, I worked at a snack bar in the afternoon. Since I studied in the morning, I would leave school and go to work. I saved the money I earned, and since I'm going to live in the college dorm, I only need money to support myself until I get a job there.

Now comes the hardest part: telling my parents that I'm leaving and that I'm going to be a lawyer—yes, a lawyer. Like I said, I don't see myself as a boy, but as a girl. The only thing that makes me a boy is my private parts.

When my parents get back from their trip, I call them to talk because my flight is in two days.

Oh, look at me, I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Paolo, I'm 17 years old, I'll be 18 in two months, and when that happens, I'll be far away. I've never dated; you know everyone dreams of finding their ideal partner, and I'm looking for mine, someone who will accept me for who I am. Well, going back to the subject of my departure...