Woman and the feminine mystic.

My best friend...

I was riding my bicycle when I saw a new family moving in.
I spotted a boy looking confused and caring a cardboard box.
I pulled my bike over and introduced myself to the boy.
We were both around ten years old.

He was happy to see me as was I to see him.
His father wanted to get on with the unpacking.
I helped.
It was fun.

His father worked at Harvard University in the music department.
His mother was a legal secretary at Harvard University.
They both knew about my dad, who was the head of the English department at Cambridge High School.
Their son became my best friend.

Their daughter would become my first girlfriend.
But their son thought he was a girl.
After a month of playing board games, he confided in me.
He liked to cross dress.

I was not homosexual.
And I did like nylons, but I did not wear dresses.
He introduced me to lip stick.
His sister liked to kiss my lip stick.

She also liked to rub nylon legs with me.
He was jealous of her.
She would get wet on my nylon knee.
Their parents did not like this, but it was kept in the house.

His father smoked an opium pipe which he shared with his wife.
They both thought their son's "thing" was just a faze.
I did not think the son would grow out of it.
I did like lip stick and nylons...

This is back in the 80's.