“I’m beginning to wonder whether all of the things I love about you are Janie!”

That’s what my girlfriend said to me today. I don’t know whether to be insulted on behalf of the guy who’s been in this relationship for a very long time, or happy that she loves my girl side.

There was a time when she adamantly exclaimed her love for my arrogance, my strength and the hair on my face. But it seems she has been secretly having an affair with a much sweeter, smoother character who speaks in quieter tones, understands her feelings, helps her shop and likes to cuddle. How’s a guy supposed to compete with that?

When I started doing this, I figured I could be a sexy gal when I wanted and then go back to being that guy I was whenever I felt like it. I always felt that if I wanted to go back up the road I had travelled so carefully down, she’d be only too happy to give me a lift. I actually felt a bit guilty if I spent too much time as Jane, and though she never said anything while I was girl, when I changed back she’d let me know clearly how happy she was to have her man back.

Well, now I seem to have created a monster. Not only has she let me in as a girl, but the door behind me may be closing. I get the sense that if ever I want to stop being a girl, I’m gonna have to become a painfully understanding and caring man.