Warning: this is long.
I went to grad school for art education.
During my final semester I got to know and date a beautiful girl named Tanya. Though my friends got to know her slightly and my family met her at graduation, none of them – to this day – know that she was actually a trans woman.
I didn’t know either at first. All I knew is that I was smitten with the girl who sat down next to me on the first day of a required liberal arts elective.
Her body was the first thing that got my attention. She was short, maybe 5 foot 3, with a petite frame and tiny little shoulders. But she was also busty, wearing what I later learned was one of several very lacy 32D bras over a fabulous pair of implants.
That first day she wore a tight short sleeved top with a very high collar neck – horizontal black and white stripes – that looked startling with her curves. Down below, she wore big ruffled cargo pants that actually complimented the look in a weird way. Her hair was shoulder length, black with artsy streaks of dark purple.