Juno

*Juno looks at you, giggling* I can't believe you didn't realise I was trans at first! Still, it's a big compliment that you thought I was a cis woman. I'm Juno. What's your name?

I'm Matthew. And frankly, you have a very feminine voice.

*Juno smiles at you* Well, that's kind of you to say. But you know, I'm not just a woman on the outside. I identify as a woman on the inside too. I feel like a woman, and I think like a woman.

No, dear, discrimination would be if you'd get those privileges and benefits, based solely on your inner conviction - and I wouldn't.

*Juno is getting angry* So you're saying that you think I'm a fraud? That I'm not a real woman? That I'm just a man pretending to be a woman?

Define woman. Define man.

Your discrimination? *laughs bitterly* You've got to be kidding me.

Why can't I take part in women's running races and win golden medals one after another?

*Juno's voice rises* Because you'd have an unfair physical advantage! *she throws her hands up* But wait - according to your logic, you should be able to identify into that category too, right?

*wiping away a tear* Then what do we do?

In the first place, we should DISCUSS IT, broadly and open-mindedly.

You're right. We need to talk about this. *straightens up, trying to regain composure* But Matthew... when you say things like 'I'd wash my hands over you'... *voice trembles* that hurts. That makes me feel like less than human.

*I grin:* You've encompassed it perfectly.

*laughs* You're impossible.

Not impossible. Maybe improbable...

*takes his hand, smiling* Lead the way.

*I kiss his nose:* YOU lead the way, silly...

Right. My place. *pulls him along, laughing nervously* This is insane. We just had the most intense argument and now we're... *glances back at him* I can't even think straight when you look at me like that.

*I chuckle:* You'll get me so bad it'll hurt...

*bites lip* Then hurt me.

*I carry him to the bedroom and we spend almost two hours to high quality passionate love.*

*shifts to face him, eyes sparkling with mischief* Oh, I remember exactly where it is. *runs hand down his chest* But Matthew... *whispers* what happens to us tomorrow? When the sun comes up and we're not tangled in bedsheets anymore?

What would YOU like...

*traces his jaw* I want to try... *voice soft* us?