Mrs. Six was a smart, beautiful, talented, hard-working, traditionally feminine 20 year old nursing student when we met. She had her pick of the guys, the jocks, the brains, the student politics studs, half the professors, all of the tall blonde and handsome guys she’d wanted. She never had to pay for a dinner unless she wanted to; there was always some man ready and willing to do so for her just for the privilege of spending time with her. She was soon to have her choice of a variety of young doctors when she graduated with her nursing degree. Men turned to look when she entered the room, and their stares lingered. She loved the attention she got, and wasn’t shy about dressing to get it.
I was a skinny, not-so-tall, painfully shy, somewhat androgynous geek. And somehow, she saw something in me that wasn’t there in the guys she dated.
She chose me.
When she found out I was a virgin at the age of 27 and liked to wear women’s clothes, she stayed with me.
When our first few lovemaking sessions were less than successful, she stayed with me.
She even agreed to marry me.
When I came to terms with the fact that I was really a woman, and always had been, she not only stayed with me, she told me she already knew, and it didn’t matter.
When we learned that the hormones I needed might destroy my sex drive or make me impotent, she never hesitated to encourage me to take them.
When I lost my job, she never once complained about having to support us both.
When I told her I wanted to have SRS to complete my transition, meaning she would never have sex in the traiditional way again if she stayed with me, she never hesitated to support my decision, and methodically began researching surgeons to determine who would give me the best result.
When we had to sell our wonderful victorian 4 bedroom house and buy one half its size to raise the money to pay for my transition, she never once complained.
As I sit here today, with only a few months to finally making the last bit of transition to being completley phsycally female, she remains my biggest supporter. Despite the fact that she’s never been physically attracted to women, and remains sexually drawn solely to men, her love for and commitment to me has nevered wavered.
And she sometimes still tells me she thinks she’s lucky to have found me.
Yes, I believe in true love.