Carl had several errands to run that Saturday morning before his bank closed at noon and so he was in a hurry. A handsome Jason West look-alike, Carl was nearly 30 years old, owned his own contracting business but, sadly, didn't have that $1 million in the bank that all young guys think they're going to have by the time the hit their 30th year.

He had several checks he needed to cash and walked up to the first available teller, a very attractive young lady named Sheila.

While shuflling around the checks and his deposit slip, Carl's eyes made furtive glances at Sheila's breasts, which were situated at counter-top level and in full delightful view of Carl's lustful eyes. Sheila was a brunette with shoulder-lenght hair. She was 26 and was perfectly shaped. She wore an appropriately-fitted blouse and a tight skirt. Carl had not seen her at the bank before.

"You're new here at the bank aren't you?" He asked.

"Yes," she answered in a very friendly and spontaneous way, "In fact, I'm new in town."

Sheila had moved from the Mid-West in a desperate attempt to escape her embarrassing past, as well as the scorn of her family. She had been abused, beaten and taken advantage of by men, denied love by nearly everyone including her father, and as her reputation as a freak swept through her hometown, any chance or hope she'd ever have of finding true love would be forever lost. She had even begun to resign herself to the harsh reality that she didn't even deserve love. Abnormal people are not entitled to love or be loved, she told herself. The only way to closely guard her secret was to move away and begin her life over. She had started at the bank that very week.

Ever cheerful and chipper, Carl responded, "Well if you're new in town you need someone to show you the sights. Are you free this afternoon ater the bank closes?"

Hopefulness and expectancy welled up in Sheila's heart. She was being asked out by this strikingly handsome man on her first week in town! She fumbled with Carl's checks and paperwork.

"How would you like these?" she asked.

Staring at her breasts, Carl said dreamily, "Just the way they are!"

Embarrassed, Sheila corrected herself, "No, I mean how would you like your bills?"

They set a time, and Carl promised to pick Sheila up at about 12:30 when he figured he'd be done with his errands.

She was slightly distracted for the remainder of the morning thinking about Carl and his drop-dead good looks. She was also hopeful that this was a positive start on the new life she was seeking. Yet, at the back of her mind, the recollection of her carefully guarded secret kept welling up and causing her excitment to wane somewhat.

When Sheila clocked out, as promised, Carl was in the parking lot waiting for her. He drove a late model SUV which he often took off-road to bid jobs at construction sites.

"Hurry," he urged her, "we've got to take the ten-cent tour before the price goes up!"

Sheila found Carl charming, witty, funny, serious when he talked about his business, and knowledgable about the city where he earned his living with the business he'd inherited when his father retired. The pair motored all over the town, ate lunch at a nice restaurant, and finally ended up on a hill above the city in the early evening. "I want you to see my office," Carl quipped as he made a sweeping motion with his hand toward the city below.

Sheila enjoyed herself immensely that afternoon. She'd had more fun with Carl than she had ever had with anyone else. That day, she even allowed herself a faint hope that this introduction to her new town by this wonderful young man was the start of the better life she dreamed of pursuing.

As the evening wore on, the couple became hungry and Carl treated Sheila to a wonderful meal at another fancy restaurant. When he dropped her off at the bank parking lot to retrieve her car, he asked, "So, what are you doing tomorrow? Are you going to church or something?"

"No, I don't have a church yet," she said. "I was just going to stay in my apartment and finish unpacking some stuff."

Carl frowned. "That sounds incredibly boring," he said. "Why don't we spend the day together? You haven't seen all the sights yet. We can go to the zoo and I'll introduce you to some of my relatives, we can go to the beach and eat sand sandwiches, or we can go to a movie and smooch and hug and annoy everyone around us. How about it?"

She was taken in by Carl's charm and readily agreed to spend Sunday with him. They even tried to pack in everything Carl had mentioned the previous day except for the beach. They ran out of time for that.

Being with Carl that day actually helped Sheila forget her carefully guarded secret. She enjoyed him so much she successfully put that awful recollection out of her mind.

For the next several weeks Carl and Sheila were an "item" anytime they were off from work. She invited him to her apartment and cooked her specialty meals for him, and he in turn (as most bachelors do) took her out to several of the finer eating establishments in town. They biked and walked, and spent time in the parks sitting on a bench getting to know each other more and more. The only thing was, though, that Sheila carefully avoided certain details of her past that she feared would turn Carl off and scare him away. Other than that, the sporting, playfulness, kissing and handholding became the envy of love-starved people around them who witnessed their pure enjoyment of one another's company.

But Sheila also knew that men often regard picking up the expenses of dates/food/events/ etc., as an "investment," and often expected a "return" for their investment, namely sex. While the subject had not come up, nor had the opportunity availed itself, Sheila knew that eventually Carl would want to see her beautiful nakedness and enjoy it as a man. She had learned the hard way with other men previously that that's when men would learn her secret, get up and walk out, or worse, beat her up and spread horrible rumors around town about her. While she was beginning to feel sincere and thrilling affection for Carl, she also knew that if he reacted the wrong way to her secret, he could single-handedly ruin her new life here in this new town before it ever got going.

So she decided to broach the subject of intimacy so that if Carl was put off by her secret, they wouldn't run the risk of more damage due to affection and care for each other. While seated on a park bench one day eating ice cream cones, Sheila just blurted out the subject of what turned Carl on.

"Are you what they call a 'butt man?'" She asked.

Pleased, Carl said, "Absolutely!"

"Are you a breast man?" Sheila asked. He grinned widely.

"Sheila," he said being drawn into the topic, "I'm a tit man, a butt man, a leg man, a pubic hair man, a brunette man, and a guy with a girl man! I even think food is sexy!"

"Food?" She asked, somewhat startled.

"Yeah," he said still grinning, "It's the only thing I can get into you in public without being arrested for indecency."

She laughed at his comment, appreciating his honesty and candor.

"What else do you like?" She asked.

"I like everything that's exotic and erotic!" he said decisively.

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

"You're a knock out!" Carl said, with lust and expectations welling up in his chest.

"Do you like my bottom?"

"I'm in 'lust' with your butt more than you know!"

"How about my breasts?"

"I would kill for a taste of them," Carl said excitedly. "Say, what's all this leading up to anyway?"

"Would you like to come up to my apartment for dinner tonight? I'll cook you some sensual food and we can let things proceed from there." Even as she extended the invitation, Sheila was aware that this evening's encounter with Carl could spell the end of their relationship. But she had to let him in on her carefully guarded secret, especially if there was any chance their relationship would continue. In fairness to him, if he was turned off by her secret, it was best for their relationship to end in the beginning stages.

Carl showed up right on time and the couple ate and laughed, and drank and sported with each other until bedtime approached. Sheila, nestled up against Carl's chest and muscular arms on the sofa, softly said to him, "Would you like to stay awhile?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he said. She motioned toward the bedroom and the couple got up. Once in the bedroom, Sheila slowly and sensually stripped Carl of his clothes, kissing his rugged nakedness as she revealed each portion of his masculine body. Carl grew powerfully excited and his penis grew larger, harder and longer than he had ever experienced before. Sheila slowly removed all her clothes except for her panties, as she watched Carl's eyes taking in her unfolding nudity. As Carl's body tensed with lustful excitment, Sheila's body tensed with fear and worry.

She laid Carl back on the bed and caressed him softly across his entire body. She raked his pubic hair, massaged his throbbing penis, caressed his full scrotum and tantilized his thighs. Then she placed her mouth on his aroused masculine love tool, and gently sucked and stroked him off to one of the most powerful climaxes he'd ever had! Just as he began to spurt his sperm, Sheila removed his penis from her mouth, wet her finger with his cum, and gently, softly, inserted it into his anus. The full naked sensations of anal joy flooded him, and Carl's penis erupted like a Roman candle, shooting sperm all over Sheila's face, her breasts and then, as it began to lay back down, his belly, pooling in his navel.

Carl was breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm. Once she started in on him, he was so totally and selfishly engrossed in his own pleasures he nearly forgot about satisfying Sheila.

As he started to speak, desiring to ask her what she'd like him to do for her, Sheila quietly stood up from the bed, and faced Carl. She tugged her panties down enough for Carl to see an inch or so of her black pubic bush. His throbbing penis leaped at the sight. As he surveyed her bare breasts, lust, love, desire and appetite welled up in his heaving chest.

Then Sheila turned her back toward Carl and spoke, "Did you say that you thought my bottom was hot?"

"Yeah," he said lustily. "I'd love to kiss it and caress it and slip my wet tongue right up your lovely little secret opening."

"And you said also that you love my bare breasts?"

"I can't get enough of them," Carl admitted. "I can't take my eyes off them when you're dressed, and I love the sight of them now that they're naked. I would love to tongue-love your nipples and send you into such a frenzy that the paramedics will have to come revive you!"

"And did you say you love everything erotic and exotic?"

"Yes: to the max!" Carl said excitedly.

With her back to Carl, Sheila sighed and told herself that "this is it." She then slid her panties off and let them fall to her ankles. Carl felt lust and desire well up in his chest as her naked bottom was displayed in front of him. Sheila took a deep breath and turned around.

As she turned, Carl did his best to let his eyes take in every inch of this beautiful naked woman's body. Then as she fully faced him in the soft light of the nightstand lamp, his eyes dropped from her enviable tits to her naval, her pubic mound and then, to Carl's horrified amazement, her penis and testicles! His jaw dropped as his stunned expression turned from anticipation and expectation to wonder and amazement.

Sheila expected the worse at that moment. She expected Carl to rise from the bed in disgust and race out of her apartment. Or worse, she expected Carl to do what other men had done to her at this moment of horrifying discovery: beat her up or perhaps even kill her. She held her breath waiting for Carl's reaction.

Carl slowly sat up on the bed. "What the hell is going on here?" He finally demanded.

Sheila's face became contorted with grief and sadness as she slowly turned to sit on the bed, her back to Carl. As she turned though, Carl caught a glimpse of her very feminine bottom and felt a slight rush again.

As she began to weep, Sheila fought for composure. She held her hand up toward Carl to indicate she had something to say, but just couldn't get the words out right yet. Carl sat next to Sheila and looked at this gorgeous woman next to him, and then his gaze slowly dropped to her penis and testicles.

Sheila's mind and heart had swirling thoughts and conflicting emotions racing through it at that moment. There was worry, fear, embarassment, shame, anticipation, dread, self-loathing all simultaneously ebbing and flowing at once. She even felt acute anger that her whole life had been defined by moments such as these.

Now that her secret was revealved, Sheila had an overwhelming compulsion to blurt out everything on her heart at that moment, but when she spoke, she could only say, "Please don't hurt me, Carl."

Her plaintive appeal pierced Carl's horrified expression and went straight to his heart, bypassing his masculine pre-programmed reacitons and very understandable confusion as to what he was involved in at the moment. Whatever this person was that was beside him on the bed, male freak or feminine mistique, he certainly meant him/her no harm. Collecting his breath, thoughts and composure, he simply said, "I think I'm entitled to an explanation." The thought had occurred to him that he was being set up by this...this freak of nature, and he even thought he could lose his business if Sheila was running some kind of sex scam on him!

Slowly at first, then more fluidly as she caught her breath, Sheila began talking to Carl about her closely guarded secret.

"Carl," she said as her body rose and fell with weeping, heavy breathing and despair, "I was born this way. I have a congenital condition called Androgen Insensitivity Sydrome. Some people call it 'intersex,' others refer to us as freaks, or hermorphadites."

"Or shemales," Carl interjected.

"Yes," Sheila acknowledged, "But the condition is caused by a chromozone mis-match while a baby is in the womb. When the child is born and everyone wants to know if it's a girl or a boy, the parents and the doctors don't know how to classify the newborn: The baby is born with female characterics despite being genetically male. Sometimes the baby has vestages of both male and female genitalia. In my case, I am a woman but have a severe case of the AIS problem in that the male genitalia is fully developed and fully functional."

She stopped and waited for Carl's reaciton. He just sat there. She glanced over at him and surveyed his nakedness. Her revelation had caused his penis to go instantaneously limp so that now her fully relaxed penis was longer than his! Then she continued as Carl sat there speechless.

"The real differences for people with AIS come out right around puberty," she said. "My father had always wanted a boy and was thrilled when I was born. But when I turned about 12 or 13, my breasts began to develop even as I began to grow pubic hair and underarm hair. My voice remained soft, and I didn't grow facial hair or muscles or acquire any of the typically male physical characteristics."

Pausing again, she fought back the tears. "That's when peopel began calling me a freak and a faggot. That's when young people start showering in gym class at school, and I was forced to strip and shower with the boys after gym class. My developing breasts and female features were put on display in all my naked embarrassment, and I couldn't stand the ridicule and shame anymore. I started ditching gym class, but by then the word was out: I was both a boy AND a girl: a freak. When my parents found out they were furious; not with the boys at school, but with me. I was taken out of school and enrolled in a private school at great expense. My father never let me forget what it cost him to put his freak son, wierd daughter or whatever through a private school. I was allowed to skip showering after gym class because of my condidtion."

When she paused, Carl had to know something. "Are you one of those people who claim they are a woman trapped inside a man's body?"

She shook her head. "No. I am a woman."

Pointing to her crotch, Carl said, "But the cock...the balls..."

Sheila was aware that she was running the risk of overwhelming Carl with details, but she had to clue him in so that he could decide to stay or leave with the best information she could give him. She was encouraged, though, that Carl seemed to be greatly more attentive to her and her explanation than ANY man had ever been before.

"My doctor diagnosed my condition as an extreme but rare case of AIS," Sheila told Carl. "I am spiritually, psychologically and emotionally a woman, but the extreme case is that my male genitalia, which in most cases just remains very small and underdeveloped in most people with AIS, has, in me, fully developed as I have aged. But along with that, my female features have also developed."

Carl looked her over. She was, indeed, a very beautiful, knock-down attractive girl but for the cock and balls.

"So what happened at home?" he asked her.

"I left after high school but stayed in the same town. My father all but disowned me, and the few relationships I had were with men who didn't know about my condition at first. When we came to the very moment when I had to reveal my closely guarded secret, like I did with you just now, I was abandoned by most, and beat up by the others. One man was so furious with me he knocked me down and kicked me unconscious. I woke up in the hospital and had to endure the added shame of being a male/female freak in the eyes of the medical staff who wanted to know why I had not opted for sex reassignment surgery to correct my condition."

"Go on," Carl said, encouraging her to continue.

"Well, once the word was out that I was what they called a 'ladyboy,' I couldn't get dates, or some guys would want to go out just to see my genitals." She smiled, and said, "The only guy back home that ever treated me right was a gay man who wanted my breasts and my penis because he wanted the best of both worlds. But he was kind and gentle to me and he respected me."

Carl's eyes glazed over. He had no clue what to do or say. So, as guys often do, he said the wrong thing. "I'm going to have to think about this." He stood up and began to retrieve his clothes off the floor where Sheila had discarded them minutes earlier.

She collapsed on the bed and began to cry. As she sobbed, Carl stopped and looked at her. She was face down and his eyes took in that very feminine bottom he was so lustfully attracted to. Her legs and thighs were female through and through. Her body was woman-shapely and had just the right amout of feminine curves and skin that makes a woman inexplicably attractive to a man. Her brunette hair was about her shoulders as she cried. Finally, she rose up and sat on the edge of the bed and asked,

"Carl, are you going to leave me?"

"I think I'd better go home," was all he said.

"Carl," she said plaintively, "is my secret safe with you?"

He just nodded at that. As he looked at her though, he couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful breasts. Her tummy was a knockout, and her navel was sensual as was her lovely black pubic hair. The only thing about this woman that struck a sour note was the fact that this luscious babe, this knock-out beautiful girl in front of him had a penis and testicles!

As he continued collecting his clothes, she commented, "You know, in the past when my secret was revealed, the guys that couldn't handle it just up and left. Others, though, wanted to know all the detals about it, and the discussion got so clinical and factual, there was no chance for love or intimacy after that." She paused, and said sadly, "I haven't had an orgasm in months!"

Genuine sadness filled Carl's heart for his friend. He dropped his clothes in a heap on the floor, and sat next to Sheila. Pointing to her penis and testicles, he asked, "Are they fully functional?"

Now as hope began to spring in her heart, Sheila said, "My penis only reacts when stimulated. I never get aroused without stimulation. The hormone therapy I'm caused my testicles to stop producing sperm a long time ago, although my ejaculation is very much the same as with guys who have had a vasectomy."

Carl put his arm around Sheila and drew her to him. "I don't know," he said light-heartedly, "what's it going to be like dating a girl with a penis bigger than mine?"

She finally laughed with great relief, as did he. "What about intercourse?" He asked. Sheila simply shook her head. "I don't have a vagina."

Pointing to her penis and dangling testicles, Carl said, "You could really satisfy a woman with your package you know."

She shook her head. "I'm not a lesbian."

"I'm not gay, either," he said factually, "and I don't have same-sex attractions or the desire to have a man's cock in my mouth or in my butt." Then he thought about what he'd said, then added, "But I am attracted to you."

She smiled.

"Do you have a prostate?" Carl asked teasingly.

She smiled and lay back on the bed, her lovely bare bottom facing him. "Would you like to find out?"

Carl lay next to her and gently lubricated Sheila's secret little anal love hole, and slowly inserted his finger into her, trying to discern if he was penetrating a guy's butt hole or a woman's secret little sensuous anus. He found Sheila's walnut-sized love gland and began massaging it as she started to heave and coo softly. Her penis began to enlarge and Carl reached around the front of her and took her growing penis into his hand. He stroked her, combed through her black pubic bush, and gently squeezed and rolled her testicles. Gradually he quickened his pace, stroking her penis and testicles, and then moving up to her breasts so that he could give her a full-body climax.

Sheila moaned with pleasure and sensual delight. And as if months of pent up sexual frustration and pressure were all released at once, she shot forth a huge stream of spermless cum as her sensual little anus pinched and squeezed Carl's finger. Roll after roll of surging pleasures and shuddering climactic rocking shook her body from head to foot. Cum shot acoss the bedsheets and pooled up beside Sheila. Her anus kept constricting and relaxing intermittently as she pulsed and released, and heaved and pitched. At Carl's hand, Sheila was experiencing the most fulfilling, powerful, and enjoyable orgasm she ever had in her life. Then her entire body totally relaxed. She was spent. Carl stayed beside her until she was asleep, breathing evenly.

At about 3 a.m., he got up, still naked, to use the bathroom. When he reentered the room, he gawked at Sheila sleeping on her bed. As he eyes took in her beautiful female form, he looked again at her relaxed penis and loose-hanging testicles, and wondered what he'd done. He then saw her computer on the desk in her room and decided to log on to the Internet and do some research about AIS.

It was all very clincal and boringly detailed, but the gist of it was that Sheila's condition was the real deal. Treatment included estrogen replacement therapy. People with AIS did not have a uterus, nor could they have a monthly period. "That has some advantages," Carl mused to himself. The only thing that made Sheila unique from the cases documented online was that her male genitalia was fully developed and fully functional. She looked like a dude, but looked also like a lady!

Carl then keyed in the word "Shemale" and was astounded at the pictures that came up. The women pictured were all beautiful as was Sheila. Their faces looked female as did their butts and breasts. The only thing was they had cocks and balls. Some of the women's male genitalia looked to be underdeveloped; others looked like true men's genitals. In each photo where intercourse was shown, it was always anal intercourse, which was somewhat of a negative for Carl because of...well...you know...what comes out of the anus.

Then Carl typed in "clits" to see if Sheila's condition could be linked to a very large clitoris. None of the clits shown in any of the porn shots resembled a fully-developed male penis! Some of the large clits appeared as though they had a penis head on them, but at best, they were only an inch or two long and protruded out of the labia minimally. And with the clit pictures, none of the woman pictured had descended testicles in a fully-developed scrotum as did Sheila. In most of the pictures, the clit wasn't even visible tucked into the vagina lips and hidden by pubic hair.

As Carl sat at Sheila's computer and reflected on what he was seeing and learning, he became acutely aware that Sheila was indeed unique and different! And as such, she was just the kind of person Carl was interested in. Affection and respect for her began to surge in his mind, heart and body.

During his ruminations, Sheila stirred and then awoke. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm doing some research online about you," he said.

"And what are you finding out about me?"

"I've learned that you are the most beautiful and intriguing women I've ever met in my whole life!"

She got up from the bed and walked to him, her breasts jiggled slightly and her penis swinging side to side as she walked. She hugged him and kissed him and thanked him.

"One thing though," Carl said, pointing to her penis and testicles. "What do you do to hide your very manly bulge when you're out in public?"

Sheila grinned widely. Then right before Carl's very eyes, she reached down and pulled the loose skin of her penis up and over the tip, covering her pee hole. Then she pushed the shaft toward her pubic mound, and took a small rubber band and tied it around the stump. To Carl, Sheila's penis resembled a very small uncircumcised cock at this point. Sheila then took her loose scrotal skin and stretched it up over the penis stump, flattened it out so that it mostly covered her beautiful black pubic hair, and then taped it to her abdomen with medically adheisive strips. Carl watched as in less than a minute, Sheila had transformed herself from a person with male genitalia to a woman with a smooth hairless crotch!

"Wow," as all Carl could utter at that moment. "But what about when you have to go to the bathroom?"

"You saw how quickly I can cover up my penis," she said. "I Just reverse the process when I have to go, and then cover it up the same way when I'm done."

"But what about the extra time it takes you in the bathroom?" he asked.

Sheila giggled, "Everyone knows women spend more time in the bathroom than men do. No one gives it any thought." She had him there.

Carl stood up from the computer desk and took Sheila to bed for the remainder of the night. He was inexplicably drawn to her in spite of her closely guarded secret, and the two continued to see each other from then on as their relationship and closeness grew. During times of intimacy, they learned to adapt their love-making to accommodate Sheila's unique secret. She in turn, learned how to satisfy a man's lust, sexual needs, and appetites with some extra-sensual foreplay and role play.

Months later Carl had Sheila out to eat in their favorite place. He was acting delightfully different on this night, and Sheila had a difficult time figuring out why Carl was so excited and chipper. During a candlelight dinner, over the best wine and the most sensual talk, Carl, without warning, leaned over to Sheila and said, "Will you marry me?"

Sheila was stunned and incredulous. Her boyfriend was proposing to her even though he knew her closely guarded secret! She was thrilled and overcome with emotion. She nodded and whispered through tears and sobs, "Yes. Yes!"

A wedding date was set, and the two lovebirds decided that they needed to remain celebate from that moment on until their upcoming wedding night. Sheila began making wedding plans in earnest, assisted by her co-workers at the bank.

Carl's folks were thrilled that their bachelor son was finally going to settle down, and after repeated and frequent meetings with Sheila, fell in love with her and welcomed her into their family. They loved the idea that they would have a daughter-in-law.

But something kept crossing Sheila's mind as the wedding day drew near. She had a desire to give Carl a wedding gift that was so intimate, so close, and so personal, that it needed advanced planning and preparation, as well as it needed Carl's help, consent and participation. She wanted to give Carl a fully-equipped, fully functional woman for a wedding gift. So she consulted with a surgeon and made plans to have gender reassignment surgey and have a neo-vagina between her virgin thighs to present to her husband on their wedding night.

It's something she had planned for and saved for for a number of years, but never had the total amount of cash needed for the procedure. She asked Carl to accompany her to the surgeon's office to consult about the procedure.

Carl agreed, but things the doctor said caused him to have second thoughts about the surgery.

"Doctor," he asked, "Did I hear you say that during the operation, Sheila's penis will be modified so that the sensitve nerve endings in the penis will be fashioned into a clitoris?"

"Yes, that's an oversimplification of the procedure," the doctor said, "but essentially that's what we do. The portion of the penis shaft that recedes into the crotch will be honed out and shaped into a neo-vagina, and the senstive nerve endings of the glans penis are preserved for the clitoris, which as you know, has all the sensitivity of the male penis. The scrotal skin is used for the labia, and shortly after the surgery during recovery, the pubic hair begins to grow back and often covers the surgical scars. Within months, you won't even know Sheila's undergone surgery."

"Doctor, something else you said bothers me," Carl said.

"Go on," the surgeon encouraged Carl.

"Well, it's the risks you mentioned. I have a problem with the chance that Sheila won't be able to fully experience the senstitivity she currently has with her penis."

"Yes sir," the surgeon said. "In some cases, nerve damage that occurs during the procedure causes permanent loss of sensitivity and feeling. It's a slight chance but it's there nonetheless. Sheila might be fully sensitve in her neo-clitoris, but it needs to be understood at the start that she could lose the sensations she now has with her penis altogether. Some of our patients deem the risk is worthwhile, others decline to have the surgery for fear of losing all ability to experience sensations and sexual pleasure."

"Doctor, could you excuse us," Carl asked. "Certainly," he said, standing up and leaving the examination room. Carl then turned to Sheila.

"Sweetheart," he began, "I'm really having a problem with this surgery and the chance you'll lose some of your ability to enjoy sensual stimulation and pleasure."

"But Carl," she pleaded, "I want to give myself to you as a whole woman!"

"I know, but your sexual and sensual enjoyment of our sex is very important to me," he said. "I fell in love with you just as you are, not because of what you can give me or because of some change that can be made through surgery. I am strongly against this operation. I want you just as you are becasue that's how I met you and that's how I fell in love with you"

Sheila was stunned, but at the same time pleased with what she heard her fiance saying. She was also thrilled that she was being loved for who and what she was! She had found love and had grown to believe that even she was eligible to be loved and deserved to be loved! She hated her penis and her testicles, but she was learning that her husband-to-be loved it and them! Sheila was finding out what it was to be loved as is, not because of what could be.

As they left the doctor's office, Sheila had to have confirmation, once more, of Carl's unconditional love for her. She teasingly asked, "Why do you love me?"

In tune with his wit, humor and savvy, Carl just grinned widely and said, "I'm going to have two cocks and four balls: what more could a man want?"

"Is that all you care about?" she said, still teasing him.

"No, there's one more thing...I'm going to be the only husband in town who will never have to worry about his wife's PMS!"

She slapped his arm playfully as they approached the car.

On their wedding day, Carl's family had hired a female vocalist to sing Gladys Knight's, "If I Was Your Woman," which had become the couple's favorite song. There wasn't a dry eye in the place during the song, and for her part, Sheila was weeping copious tears of joy at the love she'd finally found that nurtured her, surrounded her and protected her. As they began their lives together as husband and wife, Carl became a vital part of Sheila's soul, her heart, and in keeping in her closely guarded secret.