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The Back Seat
A TG Short Short Story
By Straycat

Two young lovers held each other sitting in a car just above point lookout. The windows were steamy and the kissing was passionate while Dire Straits wafted out of the stereo in a soft murmur accompanied by the chipping of crickets.
“Darling, there is something you need to know about me.” Said a light tenor
“I love you, what more could I possibly want to know, my love?” her sensual soprano replied.
“Darling, please.” He held her away from himself. “You must know this before we go any further.”
“But, I already know you are not married.”
“I know.”
“You’re not gay are you?” a chuckle then a reply
“No, not that.
“You do not have some disease, do you?”
“Not that either. No, it’s just… well, difficult for me to say really. It might be better if I just show you.”
He reached down to undo his pants.
“Oh, dear, if your unable to perform…” he cut her off
“Just wait, it… it’ll be clear in a moment.”
He pulled his pants down far enough to show his underwear, then pulled those down as well.
She gasped as he removed the prosthetic from it’s usual spot and placed it up on the dash.
“You, you’re a woman?”
“Yes. I… I wanted to tell you but… well, I was afraid.”
“Afraid I wouldn’t love you anymore?” he sighed
“Yes.”
She looked to her hands in her lap and bit her lip in thought.
“I am what they call ‘gender dysphoric’. That’s a fancy way of saying I was born the wrong gender for my soul. I… I have been living as a man ever since I was 16.” He said.
“You are nearly thirty now.” She commented and he nodded.
“Simon… I… I have a confession to make.” She said.
“It’s ok Darling. I… I understand. It’s a little hard for me to explain.”
“No, Simon. You don’t understand, but I think you will. Better than most anyway.” She reached down to remove her panties, then pulled the sundress back to reveal her crotch.
Simon blinked.
“Oh My.”
“Yes, it’s been my shame for my entire life.”
“But, this means…”
“Yes Simon. I am really male. I… I was so small growing up and when I hit puberty nothing happened. My brothers sprouted like weeds, and I just…” she shrugged her shoulders trying not to cry.
“You were teased.” It was not a question, but she nodded anyway. She started to cry with the memories, but her pulled her close and held her.
“Do you know what this means, Danielle?” she shook her head and sniffled. “It means we need to move to the back seat… there are a few things we need to try before we go home and call our families about the wedding…” she jerked back and sat up.
“Wedding? What wedding?” he chuckled “But… only… I mean…” she blushed as he held up a finger.
“According to the law: One man, and one woman. They do no specify which one has to wear the dress.”
She paused for a moment and started to chuckle, then laugh, then they were in each others arms for the rest of their lives.

The End