You see women all the time boasting their femininity, flaunting a beauty claimed by their gender, and rightfully so. 

I knew I would grow up to be one of them. Like the ones in the magazines showing off their womanly figure. Delicate.

Now, with his hard cock buried inside me in this random field of poppies, I try to memorize the moment, the feel of him deep, throbbing. He looks at me for who I truly am, not how I once was. 

For today is the first time I feel like the woman I was always meant to be. Free.