  I pulled up to the apartment building slowly that night. I was nervous, because I knew that after tonight nothing would ever be the same between my love and I. My love, Danielle. We had been seeing each other for quite sometime now, and we we’re deeply in love. There was nothing that I wouldn’t do for her, sweet Danielle. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I had to tell her my deep, dark secret. I hoped against hope that she would still love me after I told her, for the only thing that terrified me more than the thought of losing her was the thought of continuing to live as we had, everything apparently okay on the outside, but my secret always lurking on the inside, eating me alive. I already felt so bad for keeping her in the dark for so long, and now, I would finally be free of that burden. I would be able to look in her eyes without guilt. I could hardly wait to tell her. I found myself racing up the stairs to greet my lover, my heart beating at an inhuman pace. I knocked -- no, pounded -- on the door. As I stood there, I could feel the pain coming on, but before I could consider it she was before me like a glowing angel. She smiled at me as I strode into the room, and closed the door. I looked at her again, as she stood their radiant, beautiful. I reached out for her, but paused as I felt it building inside me again, the secret. Dark and pulsing, it grew exponentially every second. I opened my mouth to tell her, but the words were stuck in my throat. I tried desperately to utter them, but just as I gained the strength she pushed her lips to mine in a passionate kiss and all my cares drained away as I held her in my arms. Several minutes later we found ourselves on the couch, watching a romantic movie. I don’t even know what it was, because all I could think about was Danielle, nestled in my arms. It was then that she stirred and stood up. I looked at her with a laughably sad face as she smiled and said “I’m going to the kitchen to get a drink, would you like something honey?” “Just you, sweet-ums.” I whispered. She blew a kiss to me and ran off to the kitchen. I sat back, and began watching the movie again, when it returned. I couldn’t stand the pain as it grew inside me, burning. I felt as if I would surely explode. I decided I had to tell her right then! I sprung up and ran to the kitchen. As I turned the corner, I bumped into her as she came around from the other way. “Honey!” she exclaimed. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” I said as I held her. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just had to tell you before we went on any further. I feel so guilty. I’m so sorry.” She looked at me in an inquiring manner and said “What is it honey? Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.” I stared into her eyes and tried to say it, but it just grew worse with each passing moment, as if it was trying to stop me. “It's just that... It's... It's...” Tears began to stream down my face as I tried to tell her. I didn’t think I could tell her. Just as I was about to give up she looked at me with love in her eyes and said “Don’t worry honey, I’ll still love you no matter what it is.” That was all I needed to hear. The words practically poured from my mouth. “I’ve been lying to you Danielle; my name isn’t Tony like I told you when we first met. My real name is Tonya, and I am a woman. I’m so sorry,” I blurted out. Then it hit me again twice as hard, and I cried as I watched her face. She turned bright red as her eyes filled with tears. She hated me, I could tell. I could feel her stare burning a hole through me as her face contorted into a horrid expression. When I felt as if I would die on the spot, she spoke. “Schnookums, that’s wonderful!” she squealed. I had surely misheard her. She couldn’t have said “Schnookums, that’s wonderful!” She must have said something else. I looked at her and replied “I know honey, I’m so sorry.” “Sorry?! Why are you sorry?! Its great! Its perfect! I couldn’t have asked for a better Valentine’s Day present!” “What?” I asked. “But...” “But nothing!” she shouted. “Its perfect! You see, my name isn’t Danielle, its Dan, and I am a man! I didn’t think I’d ever be able to tell you! I feel so good now! Thank you! Now I can take you to visit my parents! We can get married and live together forever.” Then, Danielle, err... Dan, gave me a big kiss. It was then that I realized what had happened! I was elated! I kissed her back more passionately then I ever had before as Dan carried me to the bedroom. Now fifteen years have passed and Dan and I have our own kids, the first, a daughter, from that night, and to this day I still tell her the story of the first time daddy had sex with a man.  “I’ve been lying to you, Danielle, my name isn’t Tony like I told you when we first met. My real name is Tonya, and I am a woman. I’m so sorry,” I blurted out. Then it hit me again twice as hard, and I cried as I watched her face. She turned bright red as her eyes filled with tears. She hated me, I could tell. I could feel her stare burning a hole through me as her face contorted into a horrid expression. When I felt as if I would die on the spot, she spoke. “Schnookums, that’s wonderful!” she squealed. I had surely misheard her. She couldn’t have said “Schnookums, that’s wonderful!” She must have said something else. I looked at her and replied “I know honey, I’m so sorry.” “Sorry?! Why are you sorry?! Its great! Its perfect! I couldn’t have asked for a better Valentine’s Day present!” “What?” I asked. “But...” “But nothing!” she shouted. “Its perfect! You see, my name isn’t Danielle, its Dan, and I am a man! I didn’t think I’d ever be able to tell you! I feel so good now! Thank you! Now I can take you to visit my parents! We can get married and live together forever.” Then, Danielle, err... Dan, gave me a big kiss. “Yuck!” screamed as I pushed him away. “You revolting liar! Get away from me you perverted man! Dressing up like a woman and luring me here! You’re sick!” Dan’s smile quickly faded as all color drained from his face. He looked gaunt as he uttered the words “But... but...” “But nothing!” I shouted. “You’ll never hurt another woman again!” Then I shot him.
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