Emily and Steve Part 10

She told me about her background. She was from Arizona originally, born into a family of immigrants from Guatemala. Her parents were nice but didn't understand her, so Danielle had a tough childhood due to her feeling like a girl trapped in boy's body. She left home at 14, spent a few years wandering until she was lucky enough to wind up in an alternative school in town, which arranged for a host family to put her up. Allowed to be herself at the school, she academically blossomed, finishing her high school diploma, doing a Bachelors degree in Psychology and Statistics, a Masters in Psychology and now working on her doctorate. She was 27, and most importantly, single.

We parted that evening with a plan to meet again, and a hug.

The next date we went to a Cuban-fusion restaurant, and spent more time talking. Our first date, Danielle did most of the talking, prompted by my questions. This time, Danielle grilled me. We covered my upbringing, and why I chose to move to a city so far away from any of my family, which I answered because I didn't feel I could be myself and pursue the type of girls I wanted back home.

"What type of girls are those?" Danielle asked.

I blushed. "Girls like you," I said. "Transgendered girls."

"What are you looking for, Steve," she asked. "Are you just looking to get laid?"

"No," I said. "Not at all. I have done that, but now I want something more. I want to find someone to share my life with. God, that sounds hokey, but its true. I want a girlfriend, and then hopefully a wife."

"A transgendered wife," Danielle said, posing it as a question.

"Yes," I replied.

"What if that wife wants to get sexual reassignment surgery, would you still want her as a wife?" She asked.

I had thought about this a few times. I was attracted to women with penises. What if they wanted to have a sex change? "I don't know," I said, truthfully. "I know what physically I like, and it is a girl who is still... who still..." I stammered.