Going home after meeting his parents was everything.
So far IA beautiful trans girl met my shy boyfriend's parents.
I told his dad I'm trans and kissed my blushing boyfriend
confidently. His parents accepted me, his mom
treated me like her own daughter, invited me to be a
bridesmaid and made me feel truly part of the family.
Now we're finally going home together.
The moment we close the car door, my boyfriend looks at me
differently. Stronger, prouder, more
confident. He smiles and says, you know,
you're really my girl, my heart. I blush.
Yeah. He nods.
My family loves you, and I love you.
He reaches for my hand, interlocking our fingers.
No hesitation, no shyness. When we get home, he pulls me
close. Firm, protective, confident.
You're mine, he whispers. I melt completely.
Not scared, not unsure, just wanted.
I wrap my arms around his neck. I like when you say that.
I tease. He laughs softly and kisses my
forehead, then my cheek, then my lips.
Slow, sweet, possessive, in the best way I feel safe, desired,
claimed. He holds me like I belong there,
because I do. That night feels magical.
Laughing, cuddling, soft kisses, whispers in the dark.
Nothing rushed, just love. I rest my head on his chest and
sigh. Best night ever.
He smiles. Just the beginning, Princess.
And in his arms, I believe him. She now belongs to our family.