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My Girlfriend is Transgendered

By F. Jackson

Now that I've said that, just where do I go from here, or for that matter, just what does the above mean... and why does it matter at all of you reading this article?

I've read many articles from girls that talk about their love for their wives, their girlfriends, and sometimes even their boyfriends. I've even read articles from their wives, or their girlfriends, but rarely have I read an article from the boyfriend of a transgendered girl. I have no idea why, but I would like to go on record, just to let others know, that I find nothing strange or abhorrent about loving a girl who's transgendered. I find it to be as natural as loving anyone, regardless of their genetic makeup.

I have seen the love of my life sans makeup and completely nude, but what makes my heart beat so fast, makes me so excited is that to me she is all woman, even then. My girlfriend has taught me so very well that the only boundaries we have with one another are those we erect ourselves. Just for those of you wondering at this point, yes, I've dated plenty of GG's in my past, and while each of these were lovely experiences of their own, none of them can ever compete with the woman I now love so very, very much. In fact, I am recently divorced after 25 years of marriage to a GG, but have never been happier than I am at this juncture and time in my life, still finding it astounding that I could be so happy as I approach the half-century mark.

Am I a latent or closet homosexual, you might ask? I say, does it really matter how society chooses to peg me because of the person I love? Or how a few people, perhaps can never perceive someone that could love another human-being if their gender identity doesn't match their sexual organs. All that I know is that the woman I love very much is still genetically a male, but a woman to me nevertheless.

Now that I've said all that let me now tell you about how my girlfriend and I met, and perhaps I might even answer your questions about our relationship, and what I love so much about her.

I have had an interest in the transgender community for quite a number of years, especially after finding information about it on the WWW. I have browsed hundreds of girls' pages, reading their bios and sensing their joy in at last exhibiting their beauty for all to see.

About a week after finding my girlfriend's page, I decided to enter a rather innocent statement into her guest-book, and just one day later I received a reply.

I couldn't believe it. This girl I had taken an interest in had actually written to me. I was smitten from the start, and felt like a fish that had just taken the bait but really didn't care since the lure was so darn attractive.

I answered her email and that began a correspondence that spanned only two months before we began to make plans to meet one another. I should mention that during this time she had trusted me enough to give me her phone number, and one day, working up my courage, I called her. Over the next few weeks we talked daily, either through Internet chat, via email, or over the phone.

My girlfriend lived in St. Louis, Missouri, while I lived 40 miles south of Atlanta, Georgia. While this was not a major factor, it was a factor nevertheless. There were factors that I knew she wasn't aware of as well. You see, my girlfriend is Caucasian, while I am African-American. She is also about 10 years younger than I am. We finally made plans for a meeting, and for us that meant we would meet somewhere in Tennessee. We finally decided on Nashville. I also made arrangements for a chalet owned by a GG friend of mine in Gatlinburg, for the two of us to use for 3 days after the initial meeting in Nashville.

The day of our meeting finally arrived and early that morning I left work about 10:00 a.m. to drive the 270 miles to our predetermined meeting place. Having last minute jitters I thought perhaps I should call her and call the whole thing off.

Nevertheless I left, finding an alternative route and losing very little time in making it to Nashville. This was my first trip to Nashville and to say I was nervous would be the understatement of the year. I got to our hotel about 4 hours earlier than I told her I would. This gave me time to sweat like a nervous pig, take a shower, sweat some more, and think of all the reasons that she would have not to make the trip. Finally I got a phone call in my hotel room informing me that she was downstairs, waiting for me to escort her back to our room.

The ride down that elevator seemed to take longer than the one I'd taken at Hoover Dam in Las Vegas. I stepped off and headed for the lobby, wondering just how she was going to react. Moments later I spotted her in person for the first time. She was checking her makeup in the mirror (something that I was to find she does quite often, look at herself in the mirror that is), and I headed to where she was standing, while she was smiling at me as I walked towards her.

For the first time of countless times since, we kissed lightly. It was the most wonderful kiss that I've ever received. Needless to say we turned the heads of a number of people waiting in the hotel lobby.

I escorted her to our room, holding the door open for her as she walked so delicately in front of me that even then I wondered whether she had been a boy at all.

Perhaps she had been reading my mind, because the first thing she asked me was, "Let me give you an idea of what I really look like, may I take off my wig."

Pulling off her wig, fluffing out her mannish-style hairdo, and looking me square in the eye as she did all this.

I just told her the truth by saying, "I think you're beautiful," taking her in my arms and kissing her once again. I guess it was at that moment the ice was broken beginning a love affair that has culminated in our plans to spend the rest of our lives with each other.

I'm not going to dwell on the personal moments that we shared those few days together, or the times since then. Suffice it to say that they were special, loving, and were the beginnings of our current relationship. Through the coming months we spent more and more time talking on the phone, travelling to one another's home town, until we both made the decision that it would be so much cheaper if we just moved in together. That was more than 9 months ago, and each day I'm so thankful that she's next to me each night that I rarely forget to let her know just how special she is.

Yes my girlfriend is Transgendered and I wouldn't have it any other way. I've watched her grow more beautiful each day, the hormones that she takes shaping her body into a more feminine one. Her mind is as delicately feminine as ever, and her soul is that of a true woman. We do almost everything together and whether others know that she is transgendered or not is not important to either of us.

If you have any comments or would like to find out more about us you can email me or reach my girlfriend.

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