Far Eastern Adventure

He put his head on her shoulder and let out a great passionate
sob.
In a few moments the storm passed and he straightened
himself up and looked into her eyes. He supposed that he really
should switch pronouns, but somehow just couldn’t quite pull it
off. This person looked like and wanted to be taken for a she so
a she she would be. He felt the warmth of her gaze and realized
that he no longer felt awkward and withdrawn. He was sitting
here next to her, exposed for the transvestite he was and he felt
so remarkably at peace with himself and the world.
“What is your name? he asked when he could find the words.
“Syoung Li,” she replied with another smile. “What is your
name, kind savior, with the beautiful face and the heart of a
maiden?”
“My name is Lee, also,” he heard himself reply. “We must be
sisters after all to have a name in common as well as so much
else.”
She giggled at his words and smiled her assent.
“I have known some American men, but did not know that there
were any as pretty as yourself. They are usually so aggressive
that it surprises me to find one of such sensitivity. I had
thought only Asians were capable of appreciating the pleasures of
the feminine,” she admitted seriously. “But, you are something
special. I can not wait to introduce you to some of my friends
down on Bugis Street. Why don’t we go there tonight?”
With his heart in his mouth he tried to refuse making
excuses about his hair, his inappropriate clothes, and whatever
else came to mind.
She refused to take no for an answer, promising that she
herself would re-style his hair, and anything goes on Bugis
Street, and furthermore her friends would never believe her if
she told them how she had been saved and by whom. She then
reached out and stroked his cheek gently and saying, “Besides, it
would be a shame to keep such a pretty face alone in a hotel room
on a Saturday night”.