A fter three months my relationship with Saige had blossomed into deep love, and I often thought about spending our entire lives together. The end of our Junior year in high school was drawing to a close and both of us made applications to our local university. We discussed the possibility of getting married shortly after graduation, but Saige seemed a bit apprehensive. Every time we discussed it, she seemed unsure, and that began to bother me.

"I know I haven't popped the question yet," I said, "But I sense that you aren't entirely sure you would marry me. Am I not the one for you?"

"Oh Mark," she replied, "That's not it at all – it's me."

"I don't get that," I said, "Help me understand."

"I dream about being married to you," she said, "And sometimes worry that you might lose interest in me and not ask, but there is another issue that I've been afraid to broach."

"What's that?" I asked, "Please, Saige, we can talk about anything."

"I really appreciate you accepting me as a girl," she said, "But legally I'm still a boy."

"I know that can be changed," I replied, "But I don't know how – do you?"

"From what Dad told me," she said, "I'd have to get the surgery done first."

"That's a pretty tough requirement," I observed, "Is that something you plan to do?"

"I've been afraid to talk about that with you," she answered, "But I suppose we should."

"I think so," I agreed, "It's a pretty major step, and I hope you would include me."

"From what I've read," she added, "It sometimes ends relationships."

"Why would that make a difference?" I asked.

"Mark, do you like me the way I am?" she asked back.

"Yes, of course," I answered.

"After the surgery I'd have a vagina instead," she replied, "Would you still want me?"

"Saige," I affirmed, "I love YOU, not your parts. I'm not really keen on the surgery, but if it's something you have your heart set on, I'll definitely support that decision, and love you just the same afterward."

Saige kissed me, and continued, "Would it make a difference in your wanting to marry me?"

"I would marry you with or without the surgery," I affirmed, "But I do have some misgiving about the surgery."

"Are you absolutely sure?" Saige asked, "I've always assumed that sooner or later I would get it, though I'm not entirely sure I really want it."

"Then don't do it!" I said, "It's risky, expensive and takes a long time to recover."

"But think about it, Mark," she admonished me, "Would you really want to spend your life with a woman who didn't have a vagina?"

"Saige," I confessed, "I don't really like vaginas – I like you the way you are."

"You mean you like a girl with a dick?" she asked, with a sly grin. I didn't like the way that sounded.

"If that makes me a pervert," I confessed, "Yes, I do, thanks to you."

"I don't think you're a pervert," she assured me, "But if you are, you are MY pervert!"

"Time for me to confess," Saige continued, "I really like the way you make me feel when you go down on me, and would rather not change that."

"Then let's not change it," I agreed.

"But I'd still like to be legally a girl," Saige noted, "That's why I haven't got my driver's license yet."

That had never come up before, but I could see that it would be really embarrassing for Saige to have a driver's license that showed her as a male. Then I realized something more.

"Won't you have to register for Selective Service when you are 18? We haven't had a military draft for about 50 years, but it would be embarrassing to have to register," I said.

"Maybe I will have to have the surgery," Saige lamented.

"I'll do some research and see what I can find out," I assured her. She kissed me and said she was lucky to have me.

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After a few days, spending a lot of time online, I returned with an answer.

"I found that surgery is no longer needed," I reported, "You just need to declare that you are transitioning. We can start the process by applying for a U.S. Passport – once you get that you can use it to change your birth certificate and other records."

Saige was delighted and pulled me close, kissing me passionately.

"I just thought of something," Saige said, "My legal name isn't really Saige – it's Stanley."

"That's really easy to change," I assured her, "We just need to fill out an application at the courthouse and put a notice in a local newspaper."

"Newspaper?" asked Saige, in shock, "Then everyone will know!"

"Don't get excited," I replied, "It will be in fine print in the legal notices – probably nobody will even notice. I'll help you with all the details."

"Thank you for being such a wonderful guy!" she said, "But let's discuss it with Mom and Dad before we do anything."

"How about another dinner invitation?" I asked. Saige agreed and said she would talk with Mom about it.

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A few days later I had dinner with Saige and her parents. We told them that we were planning to get Saige's name and gender legally changed.

"But what about the surgery?" Dad asked.

I explained that it was no longer needed. I related that I had downloaded a passport application but we needed to get some photos, which we could get at our local Walgreens. We would go to the courthouse and apply for the name change tomorrow.

"We sure are lucky to have you in the family," said Mom.

"Since you put it that way," I said, "Would you consent to my marrying Saige?"

Mom and Dad looked at each other in surprise, and then turned to me and said in unison, "Definitely!"

"I haven't formally asked Saige yet," I added, "So she would need to agree."

"You are so darned romantic!" Saige said, "Asking my parents for my hand in marriage – if you are asking now, the answer is YES!"

"That's perfect!" I agreed, "Tomorrow after we leave the courthouse we can go shopping for a ring."

Saige squealed with delight and kissed me.

  To be continued . . .

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