W hen I told Sandi I wanted to ask her parents for her hand in marriage she was thrilled, and was wonderfully appreciative in bed, but later asked why I felt I needed to ask them.

"I'm kind of old fashioned, and it sure seems a good first step with them," I explained, "Besides, our families are also joining through our marriage, and I'd like both our families to be involved in our lives – as long as they don't meddle."

"I'm with you on that!" agree Sandi.

We arrived at Sandi's parents and were greeted warmly by Ed and Marsha, as they introduced themselves. We sat down in the living room with glasses of lemonade and got acquainted. Ed was a retired construction supervisor and Marsha was a retired Registered Nurse. The both seemed very intelligent and friendly.

Ed said he was delighted that Sandi found a guy who could accept and appreciate her. He explained that when Sandi was just a child, she was very different from most boys, and Marsha learned about gender dysphoria, so they both decided to see a specialist. Finding the right specialist was difficult at first, because many doctors just said it was a phase she would grow out of, but it had lasted all Sandi's life!

Ed admitted that at first, he had difficulty with the doctor's recommendation to let Sandi grow up as a girl, but he went along with it, and it changed everything. His only regret was that he didn't take action to get Sandi's legal gender changed when they did the name change.

"I think we have that covered," I said, "We have a referral to a lawyer who handles gender change. We could probably do it ourselves and save the attorney fees, but I'd rather make sure it's done right."

"That's great!" Ed said, "As a boy, Sandi would have had to register with the Selective Service at age 18, but we skipped that. I've been living in fear of them catching up with us, but if she's legally a girl there's no problem. Whatever the attorney fees – I want to pay for it – I owe Sandi that much."

Sandi put her arms around Ed and hugged him, saying, "Oh thanks Daddy!"

"Glad to do it," Ed said, "Any other big issues to deal with?"

"Just one," I said, knowing the moment was at hand, "I'd like your permission to marry Sandi."

Ed and Marsha looked at each other and smiled, "Yes!!!" they said in unison.

"I'm proud to welcome you into the family," said Ed, "You know how to take care of Sandi, and have the backbone to ask us for her hand."

"Well, this calls for more than lemonade," said Marsha. She went into the kitchen and then called out, "Bill, do you know how to open Champaign?"

I said I did and went into the kitchen. "I chilled it just in case," Marsha said, "A mother is always hopeful."

I poured the champaign and we shared a toast, then sat down for dinner. Afterward we continued to talk, but had to cut it short because we needed to get back, since we both worked the next day.

On the way back, I said, "Tomorrow I'll call the attorney and make an appointment. After work let's find you a ring that befits a princess."

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Over the next few months Sandi became legally a woman and we made our wedding plans. We are now happily married and I for one am delighted that I found more than artichokes at my grocery store!

  The End

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)