Met Thru TGF Personals

Lovers Story

By Rhian & Mariejozee


Ed. Note: Rhian, who lived in the UK & Mariejozee, who lives in Holland, met each other through the TGF Personals and wanted to tell the story of what happened after that. They've written alternate sections of this article


Mariejozee:

When I started transition, there was also a need in me to have a computer which was capable of handling Internet, for I knew there were lots of partners in distress there. An old 286 wouldn't do so I decided to build one myself, for I wanted to have the specifications right. I wanted it to be able to handle my synthesizer, and to be able to surf.

I finished the machine and searched for a provider. It only worked after I had tried out three of them. In the meantime I had a battle with Windows 95, but I won after four months of fighting !!

My way to the Internet was open now and I soon discovered many sites owned by T people. I was stunned about them all !!

Then suddenly I surfed in on Transgender Forum. I thought it was great !! Only one thing: you had to subscribe to enter the interesting part! However, I couldn’t, for I didn’t had a credit card. So order one at once !! As soon I got the card I subscribed, and I thought, well put and advert in it so you can have a chat with the other people.

So I did........

Rhian:

I had worked with computers for 20 years, selling, building and repairing them. Despite the fact that I had quite a powerful system at home I had never bothered with the Internet as there was never enough time, until part way through transition I lost my job.

My first surfing was to find out about other transgendered people and I soon found TGF, the whole site seemed interesting and a ‘must subscribe’ site - so I did. There was so much information that I did not know where to start!

I started by browsing the ads sections and on the 4th May I wrote to Mariejozee, hoping for an understanding friend nearer to me than some people in the States, especially as there was a possibility of us meeting as well!

Digital Courtship

Mariejozee:

Now we started to exchange mails with each other and soon there was a feeling in me I wasn’t recognizing.

Mariejozee

Only the words of my mother: ’ You are in love ’ made it clear to me: YES I was in love, but what were Rhian's feelings? I carefully probed to see if Rhian had kind of the same feelings as me. It was soon clear we had something in common, especially now that I had my own site, where my life was written down.

I asked for her telephone number, for I felt there was a need to really talk to each other instead of only mailing. I could mail anything to anyone and fake the whole thing, it happens !

After a Saturday afternoon of calling in vain (I was given the wrong number, missed one 6), the Sunday after it finally happened. It was kind of a ‘heavy phone call : four hours of... well you know !

After this call it was clear to me we had to meet in person, one way or the other. It was very obvious in our mail that there was something evolving that was far more than friendship.


Rhian:

We started mailing with very little said in words, but there seemed to be a great deal said in the spaces! I was sure fairly soon that what there was was more than mere friendship, but was I was nervous about saying too much. I didn't want to lose a good friend.

Our mails grew more frequent, from one a week, to two, to three, to daily. I was not really sure that the mails were genuine, although I felt sure they were, I knew it could be faked in mails. Then Mariejozee asked for my telephone number and address. That can be dangerous but she did give me hers first and I was happy to send mine. I was sure that the things we had not said were genuine - by intuition.

In my haste to reply I mistyped my number and caused much frustration until I mailed the correct number the next day. There then followed on of the most intoxicating four hours of my life! We talked, laughed, giggled and cried together and I KNEW we would meet, but when and how?

In our talk and mail it was apparent that Mariejozee had not yet got her passport details changed to female, but I had, there was no restriction to my travel. I arranged a date about a month ahead for me to visit for a week. What would I find? There were suddenly many questions with no answers.

High Anxiety

Mariejozee:

Twentieth of June !!! She really mailed me: I will arrive the twentieth of June, Oh I was happy, shouting it everywhere around !! The girl I was in love with - hey I was suppose to be in love with guys. I fancied men - but there was no questioning in me if this was right or wrong: the only thing I felt was a very deep affection for the girl I would finally meet.

Now counting was on. Another day gone, Oh, another night gone, another evening gone, it seemed endless before the 20th of June finally arrived. We mailed as much as we could, and sometimes the servers wouldn’t work properly and left us in a state of despair. For financial reasons I phoned her only about once a fortnight, and she didn’t have her own phone, so that was difficult for the same reason. Anyway we would mail each other at least three times a day.

Well 20th of June was here. Days before I was acting like an ant, running here, running there, cleaning and tidying up, the day before to the hairdressers, another electrolysis session, got tired of myself. Then I was ready to go to Schiphol Airport, nearly two hours early and ready to embrace the girl I felt was really in love with. She came through customs nearly an hour after the plane landed. Then.............

Rhian:


Rhian
Once I had set a date I was in a panic. Was I doing the right thing? Yes I was sure. What should I pack? What was the best way to travel? All sorts of mundane questions but never a question of was this feeling real.

The mails between us had grown to several a day, sometimes 5 or 6, the content had changed to reflect our growing feelings of love, the countdown was testing our patience but the day was getting closer.

Decisions were made to fly to Amsterdam, flight was picked, travel to airport arranged then my modem failed. Another panic day, no mail for two days then buy another modem, car broke down collecting modem, software incompatible until .... mail works. Five mails from Mariejozee, she had still written to me knowing I had no modem, but would soon!

The countdown reached zero! Everything ready, case packed for the 20th and off to the airport. Arrived at the airport 5 hours before flight, check in luggage then wait, and wait, and wait. Soon short flight and land at Schiphol, rush to baggage reclaim - mine was first on, mine was last off - long delay until run through customs straight into an embrace. We were together and everything felt natural we were a couple!

Connection

Mariejozee:

Finally she came through the exit, and my heart sprang up! My girl had finally arrived and I felt the utmost joy and happiness. I expressed that to her immediately, so we had a nice hugging and kissing on Schiphol Airport. We walked to my car, on clouds that is, and at least attempted to go to Arnhem, where I live. I forgot to pay the parking fee however and I got to run back to the place where it had to be paid. Well that’s me !! It was a quiet journey to Arnhem, for I was too excited to say much to the girl I knew I loved so much.

When we arrived in Arnhem, first thing was: meeting my mother, to show Rhian the kindness of her, and of course showing proudly my Rhian to my mother. Then we get home and were settling a bit.

Rhian:

The journey then became a whirl of new experiences, from driving on the right to meeting Mariejozee’s mother. All new things were nothing to the love I felt for the girl next to me, I knew with even more certainty that I had done the right thing. When we reached home, and I was already thinking of it as home, there were no second thoughts, everything we did seemed natural. We talked, we ate, we washed the dishes - there was no need of adjusting to each other, we knew what we were thinking and how to do things, we instantly settled into a routine.

Mariejozee:

The time before, when we still E mailed each other, I never thought about where Rhian should sleep: In our bed of course !! There were some thoughts about me: I never had any sexual experience, so was I capable of anything ? Without revealing every detail I can say: I AM !!! So there was developing the most wonderful thing you can ever imagine: the really true love between two people, I emphasize people, for we think it doesn’t matter if females and females love, males and males, females and males, whatever, as long as love is involved .....

We enjoyed a marvelous week, then she had to leave, that was the most sad day of my life, though we planned she would be back home August 15th. Never cried so much when she disappeared in the crowd at Schiphol departure.

Rhian:

When I first arranged to visit Mariejozee, it was perhaps as just a friend, I imagined staying at a hotel each night and seeing her in the day when she wasn’t working. As our love grew via E mail I began to think I could maybe stay with her, but I was a little worried in case we may have to sleep together! My fears were unfounded, it was a natural end to a perfect day, we loved each other and this was just another way of showing it. I did not want the week to end, it did seem as if we had been together for decades when I finally had to go.

The arrangement to do it all again in 55 days seemed sensible but the parting at Schiphol was almost unbearable, I nearly changed my mind several times. The journey became a nightmare of delays and upsets, lunch? I could not eat but a stewardess gave me a box of tissues instead.

Next day I started E mailing again, but I knew it was not enough. Rapid reorganization of my business plans, yes I could do it, I changed the date of my next visit to only one week away, and I decided to drive Home with as many of my possessions as I could carry. I was definitely going to live in Holland with my Mariejozee.

Mariejozee:

Crying, crying, that went on for days. I had to phone her on the Saturday after she had left. A little bit early, but I didn’t know what she had been going through that Friday. But we heard each others voice again, it was a relief. Crying and E mailing, E mailing and crying, and I had to work again, wasn’t that pleasant. Then, on Tuesday she told me: I’m coming home again, this Saturday !! Oh, I was happy !!! But was she leaving unfinished business behind ? That was my worry, but the joy and happiness were winning over these things. The week seemed to be endless.

On Friday evening, she called me on the phone, for I didn’t mail her all day and she was worried about that, but I had had no opportunity to do that and when I had, friends came to visit me.

Finally it was Saturday: quickly buy red roses for my lover, do some other shopping before she would arrive. She was quite early though. She was supposed to be at home about 1 p.m., but when I came back from shopping at 9:45am she already was on my answer machine, telling she was already in Holland. Excitement !!

I did some calculating and estimated the time of arrival. I went out with the bunch of roses and was waiting on the spot I supposed she would drive in. Suddenly I looked back and there she was already, from the other side she came: sparkles were in-between us !! I got the same feeling, but ten times more intense, than the first time at Schiphol Arrival

Rhian:

Typical me, make arrangements, book tickets, then arrive at port early and transfer to earlier ferry so I could get home earlier. Thought about phoning from the ferry but it was the middle of the night so better not. Tried to phone from France but phone not accepting international calls there.

Wait for Belgium, same story but pretty soon Holland no problem but Mariejozee is out! Oh well, leave a message and hope. When getting near home decided to park away from main car park as it would be busy with shoppers. Then I surprised Mariejozee by coming behind her, the flowers, the garlands, nothing was more important than the embrace.

I was home.


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