Her opening question completely phased me. “Do you love me, Nick?”
I immediately replied a little testily, “Of course I do. I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me if I didn’t.”
Her second question didn’t phase me anywhere near as much as her first. “I’m trans. Do you still love me?”
It took me a few seconds to respond because I didn’t want to be insensitive, but whatever she was she was still the girl who’d set my heart racing when I’d had my hands on her butt with her breasts pressed to my chest to prevent her fall. “Yes I still love you, and I still want to marry you, but what is going on?”
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