You pronounce her name "Teh-ressa". She's gorgeous. Nineteen and dusky, black hair, a cute pug nose and brown eyes. I could kiss her forever.

I told her once, "Since you have no breasts, you should have no hair." Theresa thought it over, and I haven't seen a speck on her pussy since.

On the Fourth of July we were near the top of State St. It was early evening, big crowds already, waiting for the Capitol fireworks. Theresa had her hair done very butch so if you weren't paying attention you might miss that she was a girl. Of course, to me it was obvious. I mean, a guy doesn't have a face like that.

I'd talked her into getting rid of her shirt, and just walking around in her vest. "Don't button it," I whispered to her, half drunk on Coronas. "What, you want me to expose?" she asked. I kissed her.

She opened it. God. Oh God, merciful lord. I worship her torso. We stood on the street, in the crowd, at first blush she is a guy, a small tanned guy in a vest and tight jeans. No one looks at her chest, at least not like there's something odd. Theresa is kind of a-sexual this way. Except, of course, to Mr. Dick, who is yelling at me and wants out, right now!

We were standing right next to an adult book store just two blocks from the Capitol Building and a man walked in, with his head down and carrying a briefcase and he glanced our way and I could see he knew, he had a look of shock that told me he knew. That made me smile, and I kissed Theresa again, in public, like I was a gay or something.

Everybody who knew Theresa knew she was a girl. I mean, she was unmistakably a girl. It was just that she didn't have tits, not a hint of them, not a puff, not a suggestion. Her face was ambiguous, I suppose, but pretty. Her hips were slim and perfect. I thought she was the most sexy creature God ever made.

I've seen girls who were comparable to Theresa but "inverted". One was named Honore. She was a grad student when I was at University. I do not think I have ever seen a more formidable face. Absolutely beautiful. An Elizabeth Taylor face. Her body from waist up was the sphinx, astonishing mountains of breasts spilling over, sharp intake at the belly, tight. She liked to wear plaid shirts untucked and knotted, showing off her bellybutton. Her hips were large and her legs so thick they were like a pachyderm's trunk. Once I saw her in cutoffs and I was embarrassed. Such a fractured beauty. But there was nothing halfway about Theresa, she was perfect from head to toe, and she had no breasts......(cont)