"It's not a big deal," I said, "She just said if I ever hurt you she would do surgery on me – but I'll never hurt you!"

"Mom!!!" Linsdey yelled, and ran off to the kitchen. I could hear them arguing, and Lindsey said her Mom was trying to scare off the only guy who ever loved her, and she left crying.

Mrs. Greenberg came out of the kitchen and sat next to me. "Bill, I was out of line with what I said, and I hope you will accept my apology," she said.

"You sure shook me up!" I said, "But I understand, and I'm glad you love Lindsey enough to protect her. I also intend to protect her and keep her from harm."

"Why don't you go to Lindsey's room and see if you can coax her into coming back for dinner?" she urged me, and I agreed.

Lindsey was on her bed, crying, so I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Your Mom apologized," I said, "And it's all behind us now – come let's have dinner and we'll make the most of the rest of the evening."

Lindsey lifted her head and I kissed her. "Your makeup has run a bit," I said, and Lindsey went to her bathroom to touch up. I waited for her and in a few minutes, she returned.

"You look radiant!" I said.

"You're not supposed to lie to the girl you love," she said, smiling.

"You look pretty darned good to me!" I said.

"You get a kiss for that." she replied, and followed through.

We had a nice dinner and comfortable conversation. Mrs. Glenberg was especially friendly, probably trying to make up for what she had said. "You know, Bill," she said, "Finding the right boy can be very difficult, so many boys are selfish bastards I don't know how she managed to find you."

"Just lucky I guess," said Lindsey, squeezing my hand.

We finished dinner and went to the living room to watch a movie. We kissed a little in front of Lindsey's mom, but didn't do anything else.

I went home feeling really good about how things had turned out.

Our relationship was in high gear for the next week, then on Friday night Lindsey said she had something important to discuss with me, and wanted to do it in a public place, so we met at a local Starbuck's Coffee Shop after dinner.

I didn't know what Lindsey had in mind that couldn't be said in her house, but I eagerly awaited her arrival.

When she arrived we kissed and I got her a flavored latte and we sat down.

"So what's this all about?" I asked.

Lindsey seemed unusually solemn, and began, "I have something to tell you and I'm really afraid of how you will react."

"Lindsey, you know I love you," I said, "And nothing you say could possibly change that."

"I hope that's true," she said, "I have a secret that I have kept from you, but now that we are in love I need to tell you."

"Is this about your past?" I asked, "The past is behind us, and we can let anything you've done stay there."

"I hope so," she said, "So here it is: I was born a boy."

"What does that mean?" I asked, "You were born a boy but aren't any more?"

"I was born a boy but now I'm a girl," Lindsey said, "Mostly."

"Mostly?" I asked, "How can you be MOSTLY a girl?"

"I've been taking female hormones since before I entered puberty, so I developed like a girl," she said.

"Do you still have a dick?" I asked – a crude question, but I had to know.

"Yes," Lindsey sobbed, "I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore, but I just beg of you not to let anyone know."

"So let me get this straight," I said, "You are a boy who has been cross-dressing?"

"No!," Lindsey insisted, "I'm not a cross-dresser, I'm transgendered."

"I don't really understand or know what to think," I said, "This is a real bombshell to drop on me. I won't let anyone else know, but I just don't know what to make of this."

We finished our drinks and each went home. I felt sick – I loved Lindsey so much but now I find she isn't who I thought she was.

I was straight, and if Lindsey really was a boy then I would have to be gay, or at least bi to be in a relationship with her – or him or whatever.

Lindsey was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and now I felt like my world was torn apart. I felt that I had been betrayed by the person I loved the most.

I went home and when my parents asked if I was alright I told them I thought I was coming down with a cold and was going to bed early. Before I went to bed I checked my email and saw one from Lindsey. I was going to delete it, but then decided to read it. It said:

"Dear Bill, I'm so sorry I hurt you and hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. The world is a dangerous place for people like me and I hope you will keep my secret safe. You are a wonderful guy, and a great loss to me. If you would like to understand my situation better, try Googling gender dysphoria or transgender. You will see a lot of porn, which isn't realistic, but go ahead and look if you want. What I hope you will read is some of the articles, especially the medical ones. I love you Bill and know I've done you wrong. – Lindsey"

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)