Unexpected Twist

I'm a reporter for a regional newspaper in Germany, in my 30's and always in search of a good story. Last summer, while visiting a local pride festival for a short report, I got in contact with the regional queer community. A few months before, a new editor-in-chief took over in our office, a very conservative, borderline right-wing extremist man showing absolutely no journalistic skills. I really wanted to upset him, so I decided to research more stories for a big report about queer life in the area. I contacted one of the organizers of the pride festival, a young lesbian woman named Leonie, who suggested to meet trans people for a report about their struggles with predjudice in the rural area. She also gave me the contact data to a friend of her, Eva. "I'm sure, she'll be willing to talk to you", Leonie said. "She's really open about her being trans, although nobody could tell just by looking at her", she explained and laughed.
Well, I thought, why not give it a try? I dialed Evas number the next day, not sure what to expect. I got greeted by a warm, pleasant voice and an enthusiastic Eva who envited me over to her flat for the next week. During the following days, I had a lot of work to do and didn't find a lot of time to think about queer life and Eva. When the day finally arrived, I got a little nervous, though. I had never knowingly talked to trans people before and wondered, how I could adress the matters of the article sensibly. And then there was the fact, that, yes, I had watched the occasional trans porn before. I considered myself straight, but there was somethin about a dick dangling in front of a feminine figure, that fascinated me. "It's purely about work, a professional context. There won't be any problems", I said to myself and got on my way. When I arrived, Eva already waved down from the balcony and I could see natural dark blond hair, and a big smile in a beautiful, delicate face. Moments later, she opened the door and invited me in with a quick hug. "Wow, Leonie was right", I thought to myself. Eva was a lovely young woman, about 23 years old, radiating friendlyness and candor. Her curios big grey eyes were lightly accentuated, when she opened her full, slighly wet lips, she showed a beautiful, heartwarming smile. Eva wore a bleached baggy jeans and a bare black and white midriff top showing a tanned and flat belly.