After a night of endless sex, Andrei woke me up. "C'mon", she said, "we're going to church or you can leave now".
In the morning light Andrei was still attractive to me even without makeup. She was a guy, a shemale, a few years older than I. She loaned me one of her suits and I accompanied her to a local church. Eyes turned when we walked down the aisle. We slid into a pew next to a gay couple she was friends with. After the service we went to a local bakery for brunch. The conversation was chatty like two couples.
When I changed back into my clothes at her flat she asked if I wanted to see her again. I agreed to meet her again and she said, "well, you have my number. I'll see you at the bar, too."
When I got to the bar, Mary had already opened up. She asked how it went with Andy. "Andy?", I asked.
"Yes, you stayed at Andy's place last night, didn't you?"
I told her I stayed with Andrei. Andy was his name before the change. He had been a regular with lots of friends. When he changed to Andrei, many of his friends dropped him. I told her I could accept him either as Andy or Andrei.
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