If I was Your Man: A story of a Transgender

Chapter five: The Final surgery

Charlie's POV

I have been talking to Brenda on the phone since the day I met her. I think I'm in love with her. I met with her again for a cup of coffee. We talked for hours. I felt like we were old friends meeting each other again. We went out and always had a good time. One night I took her out for dinner. It was a romantic candlelight dinner. We ordered dinner and wine. We talked and looked into each other eyes. She held my hand in hers and smiled at me. She's got a pretty smile. She rubbed her thumb over my hand and it sent chills down my spine. We were done eating, we went for a long walk and did some window shopping. We held hands as we walked down the street. My heart skipped a beat. I smiled and I felt like I was floating on air. We dated for a couple more months. Then it was time to tell her the news.

Me: (sighs) Brenda, I'm gonna be in the hospital for awhile.

Brenda: Why?

Me: I'm having surgery done and I'm gonna have to recover in the hospital for a few weeks.

Brenda: Can I come and see you?

Me: Uh, No! (sighs) Look, I'll be fine and I'm gonna recover in a few weeks and I'll be back. I promise.

Brenda: Okay. Will you call me?

Me: Of course I will, baby and I promise to dream about you every night.

Brenda: Okay and you're so sweet.

Me: (chuckles) I know.

I gave Brenda a kiss on the lips and sparks began to fly. I guess I can I say it really was love at first sight. So we walked back to the car and I drove her home. Once she went inside and I drove off, I started thinking about how bad I felt about not letting Brenda see me at the hospital. I couldn't risk my secret coming out and I hoped that she wasn't suspicious about my being in the hospital. I just hoped she didn't show up either.

Sam's POV

Back at the apartment...

Me: Damn baby! You sure can cook can, you! I mean, Mac and Cheese, fried chicken, collard greens, and buttermilk biscuits. For dessert Angel food cake with strawberries and whipped cream on top. Girl, I've died and gone to heaven.

Diane: Thanks, my mama taught me how to cook. She used to say a home-cooked meal made by a woman is the way to a man's heart. That's how you get a man. I was never interested in men. I always liked studs and butches.

Me: How did your mama take it when you told her that you were gay?

Diane: She said that I was gonna go to hell for what I'm doing. She won't accept it or me. So I moved out and got my own apartment at 18. I got a job at the pub and I have been working there for three years. I loved it there. It was the first time I felt like I belonged. What about you, Sam?

Me: Pretty much the same thing. I told my mother when I was 17 and I was about to graduate from high school. She didn't approve either. So I moved here and it's been almost a year since I've been here. I like it here.

Diane: I'm glad you do. So are you ready for dessert?

Me: Oh yes!

I watched her walk into the kitchen and all I can do, look at is her ass. I wished I could take a bite of it! My heart almost stopped and I think I'm crazy about this woman. I mean she's the one I want. She walks into the living room with the cake and placed on the table. She sat down and cut the cake.

Diane: Would you like a slice?

Me: Yes.

She sliced me a piece of cake and handed me my plate. I took a big bite and I was in heaven. It tasted so good.