"What would you say, if I told you I was different from the women you've dated in the past?"
"You mean if you told me you were transgendered?"
"So you know all along?" I replied, alarmed, but also a little disappointed.
"Actually I didn't know, I mean, I wasn't sure. But I knew you were a lady and wouldn't want to deceive me of lead me into a situation that might be disastrous for us both. I simply waited for you to bring up the subject. And you just did."
"So where do we go from here?"
"That's up to you, isn't it?"
"Do you mean that my being transgendered isn't problem for you?"
"That's precisely what I mean. I look at you as being a complete woman. Yes, you're different. You have a penis, but in your heart, you're a beautiful woman and you want to be appreciated the way any woman wants to be appreciated."
"And you don't have a problem with that?"
"No, and why should I? If I was hung up on a woman having a vagina, I wouldn't be sitting here talking with you now."