Author notes: This is a realistic portrayal of a dating scenario that involves a wlw, trans-cis couple.
Trigger warnings: Possible gender dysphoria inducing themes.
"Hello? Samantha?" you speak on your phone.
"Yes, hey Jessica! I've arrived at the station right now." A deep, but pleasantly feminine voice responds. You gently hold the armrest of your seat, and smile slightly; she sounds as lovely as always.
"Great! I'm almost there, just a station away from you. I can't wait to meet you, you know. Really looking forward to it." you say, with a slight blush on your cheeks, and a soft giggle.
"Me too, and did I mention that your laugh sounds adorably cute?" she says in a slightly teasy voice.
"Yes, that was the first thing you told me when we met at that café, wasn't it?" you mention, reminiscing about the first time you met her.
Keeping your phone on your ear, you turn to the left and look out the clean glass window. It's early in the evening, the sky is dotted with hues of orange and red. You stare at the setting sun as your imagination wanders to that day.
It was Monday evening; the sun looked pretty similar outside the window of the quaint coffee shop. Your laptop was open on the desk, next to an empty cup previously filled with a shot of double espresso. It was a tiring day, and you had just finished the writing assignment pending for that day.
This café was a convenient place to work. You could stay as long as you like, and the atmosphere was inspirational for your articles.
As you were getting ready to pack up and leave, you noticed a woman approaching you. She was wearing a tight ponytail, comfortable looking blue jeans, black boots, a grey t-shirt that cropped slightly above her waist, and a similarly cropped leather jacket on her. She was very well-built, but yet looked beautiful.
She noticed you staring and had a light, barely noticeable smirk on her face, as she asked you a question.
"Hi, do you know the way to the post office?" she asks.
Broken out of your gazing, you reply, "Uh yes, yes. Its right around the block. Actually, I was heading there myself too, so do you want to come along with me?"
She answers happily, "Sure! Thank you for the help."
So you pack up, head out of the coffee shop after smiling and thanking the familiar barista, and walk along with the stranger woman.
"Are you new here?" you ask, as you head down the sidewalk.
"Yes, I moved into town just last week actually. It's a nice place, has the peace and quiet of a small town, and is just 20 minutes away from the big city." she answers while her deep brown eyes look into yours.
You can't help but stare, she's a few inches taller than you, so you slightly tilt your head up while taking.
"That's what I love about this place too. The rent's pretty affordable and houses are well-maintained. Although people aren't that friendly here." you say, while rembering your previous awkward interactions with strangers.
She responds back, while staring back into your eyes. "Well, they're not as friendly as you are, that's for sure. Not as beautiful as you either. That's an amazing dress you're wearing by the way, it really suits you."
Her eyes look you over as she says this. She notices the aquamarine one-piece that you're wearing, and the white, slightly heeled sandals.
"O-oh thank you! You respond with a slightly nervous blush. That's very sweet of you to say." You're not used to getting compliments, especially not from an attractive stranger.
"You look pretty nice too. I love your style. It's the perfect combination of bold yet elegant!" You mention, and she lightly touches your arm in response, smiling. Her touch seems to send an electric shock through your body, and you barely manage to keep a straight face.
"Aww thanks, can I know your name by the way? Sorry I didn't ask."
"It's Jessica and that's fine! What's yours?"
"I'm Samantha. It's great to meet you Jessica, and while I'd love to talk more, I do need to go collect this package. We crossed the post office a while back." She mentions with a slight chuckle.
Your face falls, you didn't realise how far away you walked from the post office, lost in conversation. Why didn't she mention anything if she knew though?
"Oh no, I'm so sorry I didn't want to make you late!" you say, as you look into her eyes once more.
She puts a hand on your shoulder this time saying, "hey that's okay, it was worth talking to you. Actually, I'd like to get to know you more if you want to? Maybe we can meet this Friday?"
Now you're extremely flustered, and struggling to find words. Does she mean that in a romantic, flirty way? Does she want to be friends? No, she was flirting the whole time...but what if she's straight? Straight women always flirt with each other for fun, don't they? Oh my god, how did i assume she was into me, she's definetly straight!
"Hey, Jessica? You there?" she responds with a chuckle, as you return back from being spaced out.
"Ah, yes, sorry I was just -" you begin to say but she cuts you off "I meant it as a date, you were overthinking about that weren't you?"
"How did you know?" You speak
"Your facial expressions are intense and easy to read, she mentions matter-of-factly. "Which is adorably cute, I think," she adds.
This time, once again you go into a full on blush. How many times have you blushed alerday? Your cheeks hurt from the constant flustering. You're very happy though and immediately agree.
"It's a date then! See you, and here take my number," she says, and you give her a missed call.
"See you on Friday Samantha!" you say, with a slight hope in your voice.
"Yep, bye Jess!"
You were definitely excited for the date. During that week, you texted her almost everyday after work. On Wednesday, you talked on call for over an hour or two getting to know each other more. The connection was instant, and the conversation flowed smoothly, as you learned more about her.
Samantha is two years older than you, and she is currently doing her masters in finance. She moved into town to attend the local university here, and her hometown is pretty far away at the other end of the country. Her personality has confidence, yet there's a slight hint of cuteness to it that's adorable. She easily blushes when complimented, since it looks like she is even less used to it than you are.
You don't understand how someone this nice didn't receive much compliments, but you definetly enjoyed taking advantage of that in your chats.
"Jess? Jessica? Hello?" Samantha's voice speaks through the phone
"Ah yes sorry" you say coming back to the present in the train.
"Lost in thoughts again?" she mentions.
"Just thinking about how attractive you looked in front of the post office. I couldn't stop staring at you, you know?" you mention playfully.
"U-uh I," she's at a loss of words, as you imagine her undoubtedly blushing with a grin. "You have become a lot more flirty in these 5 days, huh? I remember how you were so adorably looking down at your feet, all red like a tomato, whenever I hit on you." she laughs.
Now it's your turn to blush as you remeber those moments. "Okay fine you got me," you chuckle as you get down from the train doors and say it to her face to face. She was standing right in front of the door waiting for you.
As soon as she sees you she gives you a tight hug. "Travelled safe?"
"Yes, although I didn't know you didn't actually live in town."
"Oh yes, it's just a station away from where you live. Unfortunately, the student union rooms were all booked close to the university." she mentions with a sigh.
"Ah I'm sorry. I know a few people in your university who could arrange a room for you though...if you don't mind having a roommate that is?" you mention, eager to help out.
"Aw thanks cutie, that would be great! You really are very thoughtful," she says, as she looks into your eyes, then your lips for a bit too long, as if silently asking for permission. Her hand is on your waist now, kept lightly but in anticipation.
After your slight nod, she immediately pulls you towards her with her hands on your waist. Your hands go over her shoulders as you smell her perfume. Her lips meet yours, tender and soft at first, but then firmly, as you make out.
The butterflies in your stomach are so strong that you are barely able to stand throughout the kiss. She pulls away, leaving you wanting, craving for more.
"I've been waiting to do that all week," she says while staring at you, "you're irresistible."
"So are you, Samatha," you mention looking at her lips again, lightly biting your lower lip.
"Do you want to go back to my place?" she asks, and the implication is clear. You both are clearly attracted to each other, a little too much maybe, as was shown in the sexting moments you had just the previous night.
You were dreading this moment the whole week though...she doesn't know. She doesn't know that you're...
"Hey, it's totally okay if you don't want to, we can take this slow," she mentions reassuringly as she looks at your expressions.
"No, no it's not that...I do want this too, it's just...there's something you should know. I was planning on telling this to you on call itself, but I felt like I should say it in person."
"Oh, I see, what is it?" She says with a slight concern in her voice, as she holds your hand warmly.
"I...uh. I'm trans. I'm a trans woman, I'm sorry I didn't mention this, and if this is not something you want, then
..then I understand."
You curse yourself for not mentioning it to her sooner. You should have, you just lead her on, didn't you?
"Jessica...I understand," she says softly looking into your eyes, still holding your hands looking at you. "Thank you for trusting me with this information, and I understand why you didn't say it before, it's been less than a week since we know each other."
She continues, "I must say that I am very suprised though, but please don't take that in the wrong way. It's just I...well I never really thought about it."
You know she's lesbian. You're bisexual yourself, but you were very scared that she won't be attracted to you anymore. Still she deserves to know.
