My Transsexual Lover

I looked around the café as I entered, checking out the patrons. My eyes fell upon a beautiful woman, alone in the corner booth. She seemed not to have noticed me, her attention still on the coffee cup in front of her.

She was, as near as I could tell, about 5'10" or thereabouts, with a womanly build and just the slightest hint of muscled arms – an attribute that never turned me off a woman. She had curly, shoulder-length black hair, and a large set of perfectly rounded breasts barely contained within a white, low-cut top. Her eyes were hidden by a pair of large, very black sunglasses. Below the table, she wore only a black skirt, and my eyes ran over her long, smooth legs admiringly.

With a smile I picked up my courage and strode over to the woman, her face turning up to look at me as I came over. I took the chair opposite her in one hand.

"Mind if I have a seat here?" I asked, putting on my most charming smile. She paused a moment, and I assumed she was looking me up and down from behind the safety of her glasses.

What she saw was a 23 year old, 5'11", with a fairly average, lightly muscled build. I had short, brown hair, and blue-green eyes. I was what you would most likely call 'ruggedly handsome'.

"Sure, be my guest." She spoke in a thick Italian accent. I took the invitation up, seating myself opposite her. I motioned over to the waitress, quickly ordering a coffee.

"So, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" I asked, looking up into her perfect face. Again she paused a moment, a smile playing at one side of her full lips.

"Vivian." She finally said, her foreign accent sweet on my ears. She seemed to be waiting for me to respond.

"Nice to meet you, Vivian. I'm Luke." I said, accepting my coffee from the waitress who had just returned. I took a sip, decided it was too hot, and put it down on the table for a moment.

"I don't know how to say this, but… well, are you single?" I asked, provoking the smile from her.