How a Boy Transformed into a Man

Men.
Creatures that thought too much of themselves, thinking the world owes them the universe.
I have been terrorized by men all my life due to the curse of being a mixed race child. With chocolate brown curls till my midsection, large breasts, a large toned rear end, legs that went on for miles and caramel skin, I was always harrassed by men thinking I was easy, thinking that I was into them or worse of all, men touching me with the reward of a slap to the face.
I always told myself that a man that respected me, that treated me equally yet special and was not afraid of me would get me in anyway he wanted, and that has never happened.
Or so I thought...
The day my beautiful blue eyed lover entered my life, was the day I turned a boy into a man.
And oh my, was that a journey on its own with a few bumps, twists, antics and most of all, a journey that ended with trust being earned and love being created.
It all began with a slap...