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Carly's Story

... next week, too," I replied.

"And your mother hasn't heard from you since you've been off? Jason, I know you're 30 years old, but you're still her baby boy," my dad said. Carly, overhearing him, stifled a laugh.

"Sorry! I've just been busy."

"With what, you got a new girlfriend or something?" He asked. Carly's eyebrows raised, and I looked over at her.

"Yeah, actually," I said. Carly smiled a wild, silly grin when she heard me say the word.

"Well that's great! Hey, we're making dinner tonight at home, you should bring her over so we can meet her!" my dad said. Carly's smile faltered just a little.

"Uh, let me call her and see what she's got going on today. I'll let you know in just a little while."

I said goodbye to my dad and hit the end button on my phone, putting it down. I looked over at Carly, and said, "What do you think? Do you want to come with me and meet the family?"

"Do you want me to? You don't think it might be a little too soon? I mean, I'd love to..." Carly said.

"Absolutely, I want you to meet them. Don't worry, they are going to love you instantly. My parents are really good people, and if my sister is around which I suspect she will be, she'll love you as well," I said reassuringly.

"Ok, great!" Carly said. I could tell she was looking forward to meeting them.

"So... about what your said to your dad..." She said to me, "about me being your girlfriend. Is that true?"

I smiled at her. "I'd love for it to be. So... Carly, ...

... will you be my girlfriend?"

She nearly tackled me, hugging me and covering my face in kisses. "Yes! Yes!"

I laughed and kissed her back, sitting up and taking in her happiness.

"It feels nice just saying it... I'm someone's girlfriend!" Carly said.

Her joy was contagious, and I could sit there for eternity basking in it.

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My parents lived about 40 minutes away from me, so later that evening we got in my car and headed that way. Carly was effortlessly stunning, wearing a sundress and sandals. I could tell she still had a few nerves. While I was driving, I put my hand on her thigh and gave her a light squeeze, smiling at her.

"I'm excited about this," I said to her.

"Me too, just a little nervous about it though," she admitted.

"I get it, it can be hard to meet new people. I think once you actually meet them, you'll see how easy they are to be around," I said, hoping to calm her down.

"Are you going to tell them I'm trans?" She asked.

"I wasn't planning on it, it's not really any of their business, is it? If they knew, though, they'd still love you. That's just the kind of people they are."

I was grateful to have been raised in a home where love was taught. It helped me understand and accept people growing up that might have trouble being accepted, and those lessons never left me. I think it's due to my parents that I'm so compassionate.

I continued, "If there comes a time that you feel like you want them to know, then we will ...