Tina's Secret

"I guess so," she said quietly.

"Well, do you or don't you?" I asked, trying to coax a solid answer out of
her.

"I do like you," she said.

"But do you like me the same way I like you?"

"Yes . . ."

"Then what's the problem? We should be together."

"Don't you have a girlfriend, though?"

"She and I agreed that we could date other people once the school year
started. That won't be a problem. At least, not for me."

We walked together in silence a little further. I could sense that Tina
wanted to tell me something, hopefully the something I was waiting to hear,
so I finally stopped and took both her hands in mine. I squeezed them
lightly and kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek, and finally her
pale, pink lips. When she opened her eyes, she looked away, but I put my
finger under her chin and made her look into my eyes.

"I have to tell you something," she said at last.

"What?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"I can trust you, right? Even if you hate me after I tell you this, you
can't tell anyone."

"I won't hate you. But I promise I won't tell."

"OK," she said, then took a deep breath. "That story I wrote . . . it was
based on me . . . I'm a . . . transsexual."

"Pre-op?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, nodding. She had begun to cry, so I opened my arms, and
let them envelope her. I held her as she cried softly for just a few
moments, then moved away so that I could kiss her again. This time, it
wasn't just the kind of soft, nervous kisses we'd had so far. This was a
full-on lip lock. At first, Tina remained rigid, but soon she began to
relax and she leaned her body into mine, pressing her tits against me. Our
lips opened and our tongues met. When it was over, I looked into her
brilliant, blue eyes and ran my fingers through her silky, blonde hair.