So I stop talking and let an awkward silence settle. After 155 seconds I was about to apologize when she said,“Oh, I thought you knew. I mean everyo...e else we work with figured it out and you’ve known me the longest. Lance, I’m transgender.”“Huh?” I replied.“I was born a boy and started hormones in my teens to become a woman.”“Oh. So do you still like have a penis and stuff?” I was so horrified I’d asked this I dropped the beer can in my hand. It landed upright between my legs. I picked it up. I follow you to see where you head next and see you go into another presentation.I take off to check out some other things at the convention, then return to the classroom just as the class was letting out. Staying out of sight, I watch you leave the room and head to the vendor area. I follow you in and wait for my chance. I had come up with a plan, at least a partial plan, but I must somehow get your attention. You are standing at a vendor booth that was selling items made from recycled. Woman want men who know what to do membering.I am not endowed larger than life. Long enough. Not too long. No cervix pile.Every inch worth of it. Enough to extinguish every burning fire inside so far.My fireman slowly also wakes up from the sandwich between two bad Bed-Witches.The Teacher knows Witchcraft well what to do to wake my fireman from behind.Her right hand slowly grabs my scrotum and expertly softly fondles my balls. Her left hand checks my state of arousal monitoring the area of my. I know he loves me but a peck on the cheek in the morning and a pat on the butt at night is not enough to show your love. Is this how my life is to be, no excitement, no passion, just daily routine until I become too old even to care. I know I can’t complain and that I have it better than most. Mike is a good provider and I know he doesn’t cheat on me but is that enough to sustain life, I fear not. The page stopped there and as I stared at her writing, I tried to think of our life from Marge’s.