In Love With a Tgirl (part 8)
I discovered late in life that I loved transgendered woman. This fictional account imagines what life might have been like if I had realized it earlier. I hope you enjoy this fantasy.
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We lay embracing after our mutual climax. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. We both almost drifted off to sleep when Martha tapped on the door and said, "Melinda, your father will be home soon – you should get dressed and come downstairs."
We got dressed and went downstairs. I hugged Martha and said, "Mom, I really appreciate your understanding, and giving us some private time together."
Martha smiled and kissed me on the cheek, and replied, "I may be a bit old-school, but I know kids are doing it younger, and Melinda has been saving herself for the right man, and that's you!"
"I consider it to be a very big deal," I said, "To me it is wonderful way for two people in love to share, not just a cheap way for a guy to score."
"You sure know the right thing to say!," said Martha, "I sure hope you are as good as your words." Martha gave me a smile and wink to show she meant no offence.
Melinda's father usually spent a couple of hours at the VFW hall on Sunday afternoons, so he will come home after a couple of beers, and freely speaking his mind. Veterans were often pretty conservative, and I just didn't know what to expect from him.
When Mike arrived we were introduced and the four of us sat in the living room and talked. Mike was in good spirits – definitely a good sign because some guys get mean and nasty when they drink. Melinda announced that she was looking into getting an orchi, and had to explain what it was.
Martha already knew but Mike looked shocked, and I could see him involuntarily press his legs together, as if to protect himself. After Melinda explained the advantages Mike said it made sense, but still seemed really extreme.
Then Mike said, "Melinda, why don't you help your mother in the kitchen while Bill and I talk? And bring Bill and I a beer while you're up."
I tensed up, wondering what was coming. I couldn't help but think that the last think he needed was another beer, but I was in no position to say anything.
"So what is it that attracts you about Melinda?" he asked.
I was expecting that and was reasonably ready for it, and responded, "She is very pretty, and wonderful to be with – she is a kind a caring person, and makes me want to be a better man for her."
"Martha said you were a slick talker alright," he shot back.
"It may sound like quite a line," I said, "but it's the absolute truth."
"Even though she has a dick instead of a snatch?" he asked.
It was a really crude way to put it, but it was probably just the beer talking, so I just went with it an answered, "I had some difficulty with that at first, but when I considered Melinda as a whole person, and not a collection of body parts, I realized that what made her a woman was not what was between her legs, but what was between her ears, and her heart."
Mike leaned forward in his chair and asked, "Do you REALLY mean that?"
"Completely!" I insisted.
"Then you are in love with a girl with a dick!" Mike declared, "so are you gay?"
"I don't think so," I responded, trying to remain calm in the face of such provoking language.
"You think so?" Mike asked, "Wouldn't you know?"
"I have always been straight, and think I still am," I replied, "I am attracted to girls, and not guys, and deeply love Melinda. I see our relationship to be like that of a normal straight couple, but I can see how some might disagree. But we have to make our own lives, regardless of what others may think – besides there is no reason for others to know that Melinda is any different than any other girl."
"She must really love you if she's willing to cut her balls off for you!" added Mike.
"We are deeply in love, but don't want her to do it for me," I said, "it makes me cringe just to think about it!"
"Me too!" Mike agreed.
"Mel was my only child, and the son I wanted for a long time," said Mike, "and it really bothered me that he didn't act like other boys. We took him to doctors and therepists but he still was different. When he said he was really a girl and wanted to be called Melinda it broke my heart. But I've gotten over that and my biggest concern is for her safety – there are a lot of crazy people out there."
"I know that very well, Sir," I said, "and would never expose Melinda to danger. I consider her well being ahead of my own."
"That's the way it should be if you truly love her," Mike responded, "and just call me Dad – you can skip the Sir stuff."
Martha called us for dinner, and it felt like I had passed Mike's inspection.
We had a really nice dinner and the conversation was very encouraging. Both Martha and Mike said they were so glad that Melinda found such a really nice guy – they were worried that she might end up with some "tranny chaser", or worse.
"I think you should give Melinda credit for being a very smart and discerning young lady," I said, "I just got lucky and found her."
Melinda squeezed my hand under the table and smiled.
After dinner we drove back to college, both pleased with how our visit had gone.
"I know it is too early to think seriously about marriage," I said, "and I haven't even asked you, but it sure seems like we are heading down that path."
"I think so too," agreed Melinda, "so is there something you think we should do about it?"
"Well, we know we love each other and our dates go well – we are great in the bedroom, and I passed the family test, but we haven't really been together continually."
"Are you asking me to move in with you?" asked Melinda, "You know we can't live together in the dorm."
"No, but we could get an apartment together next semester," I replied, "A shared apartment would cost less than two dorm rooms."
"I'll think about it," said Melinda.
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