ATID-680 - I thought he was a boy, but she was a girl? My desire is out of control

My mother had a bad habit of bringing men home frequently. I hated being looked at with perverted eyes by her boyfriends, so I dressed, styled my hair, and even spoke like a boy. On nights when her boyfriends were over, I had nowhere to go, so I often spent time outside late at night. The one who reached out to me on those lonely nights was the middle-aged man next door. He took care of me like his own child, becoming both a father figure and the first man I ever felt attracted to. Years later, I reunited with my first love.