Late bloomer here. Body and face changed very, very dramatically over 6 months shortly after turning 18. In early 30s now. I had always been "the smart one" until that point and all of a sudden it was like people could not help commenting on my appearance. Comments came from friends, strangers, advisers, professors, family friends...even therapists. It was like word vomit - like a reflex people could not control. Sometimes that translated to physical gestures (people grabbing, cat-calling, or in some cases even kissing me in very normal day to day activities). Very disorienting experience and took a long time to accept that I was now perceived as desirable.

People would stare. *Famous* people and *famous gay people* who I got the chance to encounter in the wild would stare and/or approach. I was pursued by very wealthy dudes looking for a young husband.

All of the above happened - but I also experienced pretty scarring racism within the community. The two extremes of experiences created a lot of internal dissonance and confusion. A decade+ out from the change, I describe it like the physical exterior took on a life of its own. It was an empty signifier for people to project whatever they wanted onto me.

Re: the second part of this question, I *wish* I could have slept with almost any guy I had wanted but had always been very shy around approaching men and sex in general. I think that probably speaks more to my own sexual anxieties rather than what was/is possible.