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Because I never really had a first chance.
She started typing:
Robert and I met as undergrads at UCSF. He was going to be a surgeon, and I was going to be a nurse. We married after graduation, I passed the NCLEX on the first try, I became an RN, and I agreed to fund his dream because I believed in him. I worked double-shifts at Saint Francis Memorial Hospital as often as I could for most of our marriage. And then two years ago, he met Dr. Too White.
Oh, it’s back from commercial.
“Denny Millington,” Mr. St. John said. “That’s quite an unusual name for a woman.”
That’s not a woman. Wow. And she’s wearing a turtleneck. Oh man, no fair! Her breasts are bigger than mine are!
“Denny” cleared her throat and said, “It’s a nickname for Denise.”
LIE!
“So, Miss Millington,” Mr. St. John said.
“Oh, do call me Denny,” she said.
“Or Danny, ” Trina whispered.
“Denny, you know we took a blood sample earlier today,” Mr. St. John said. “I have to be careful, you know. I had to make sure you ladies had no drugs in your systems and no, shall we say, buns in the oven.”
He knows! Of course he knows!
“I am definitely not pregnant,” Denny said.
TRUE!
Duh.
“I’ll get straight to the point, Miss Millington,” Mr. St. John said. “Can you have children?”
“No,” Denny said. “I’m not able to have children.”
TRUE!
Mr. St. John pulled out a green piece of paper. “This is a certified copy of your birth certificate, and it says your birth name was Dennis.”
Denny sighed. “I had sexual reassignment surgery, and I am legally a woman now.”
TRUE!
“Denny, I want to have children with my future wife,” Mr. St. John said.
“We can adopt,” Denny pleaded. “We could get a surrogate.”
But you couldn’t supply any eggs, Denny!
“I’m sure sexual reassignment surgery is quite expensive,” Mr. St. John said. “Are you hoping to win my heart so your bills can be paid?”
“It would be a weight off my shoulders,” Denny said.
TRUE!
Smaller breasts would be a weight off your shoulders, Denny.
“Your honesty is refreshing, Denny,” Mr. St. John said,
“but your dishonesty is not.” He pulled out a thick stack of papers. “On your application, you left the criminal history section completely blank.”
“Because I have no criminal history, Mr. St. John,” Denny said.
LIE!
“As Denise Millington, this is true,” Mr. St. John said. “But as Dennis Millington, you have had several felonies, including assault, malicious wounding, and grand theft.”
“But I’m a changed woman now!” Denny cried.
How could you be a changed woman, Denny? You weren’t born a woman! You are definitely a changed man!
“Miss Millington, the rules of the show prohibit anyone with a felony from appearing, no matter if she was a he when she or he did them or not,” Mr. St. John said.
“But that was Dennis, ” Denny pleaded. “That wasn’t me. Dennis is gone. Denise has a clean record.”
“I’m sorry, Denny,” Mr. St. John said. “I believe that no matter what you do to your exterior, your interior stays basically the same. I could never marry anyone who believes her exterior is more important than her interior.”
That was deep. And wise. My exterior isn’t much, but I’m content with it.
“Good-bye, Denny,” Mr. St. John said. “Who’s next?”
Another woman pressed her button and left in a hurry.
He scared her away! Ha! Serves her right. She had to protect her lying life. There’s only two left. One is the human Jell-O girl, an obvious airhead and community chest, and the other is ... beautiful. The all-American girl. Dark hair, blue eyes, perfect complexion. She’ll win. From twenty-four women to two in only forty minutes!
Trina opened another window on her laptop and again checked Facebook:
“The blonde is toast! Do they have earthquakes in Colorado? That woman can’t stay still!”
“He’ll pick the cute white
Because I never really had a first chance.
She started typing:
Robert and I met as undergrads at UCSF. He was going to be a surgeon, and I was going to be a nurse. We married after graduation, I passed the NCLEX on the first try, I became an RN, and I agreed to fund his dream because I believed in him. I worked double-shifts at Saint Francis Memorial Hospital as often as I could for most of our marriage. And then two years ago, he met Dr. Too White.
Oh, it’s back from commercial.
“Denny Millington,” Mr. St. John said. “That’s quite an unusual name for a woman.”
That’s not a woman. Wow. And she’s wearing a turtleneck. Oh man, no fair! Her breasts are bigger than mine are!
“Denny” cleared her throat and said, “It’s a nickname for Denise.”
LIE!
“So, Miss Millington,” Mr. St. John said.
“Oh, do call me Denny,” she said.
“Or Danny, ” Trina whispered.
“Denny, you know we took a blood sample earlier today,” Mr. St. John said. “I have to be careful, you know. I had to make sure you ladies had no drugs in your systems and no, shall we say, buns in the oven.”
He knows! Of course he knows!
“I am definitely not pregnant,” Denny said.
TRUE!
Duh.
“I’ll get straight to the point, Miss Millington,” Mr. St. John said. “Can you have children?”
“No,” Denny said. “I’m not able to have children.”
TRUE!
Mr. St. John pulled out a green piece of paper. “This is a certified copy of your birth certificate, and it says your birth name was Dennis.”
Denny sighed. “I had sexual reassignment surgery, and I am legally a woman now.”
TRUE!
“Denny, I want to have children with my future wife,” Mr. St. John said.
“We can adopt,” Denny pleaded. “We could get a surrogate.”
But you couldn’t supply any eggs, Denny!
“I’m sure sexual reassignment surgery is quite expensive,” Mr. St. John said. “Are you hoping to win my heart so your bills can be paid?”
“It would be a weight off my shoulders,” Denny said.
TRUE!
Smaller breasts would be a weight off your shoulders, Denny.
“Your honesty is refreshing, Denny,” Mr. St. John said,
“but your dishonesty is not.” He pulled out a thick stack of papers. “On your application, you left the criminal history section completely blank.”
“Because I have no criminal history, Mr. St. John,” Denny said.
LIE!
“As Denise Millington, this is true,” Mr. St. John said. “But as Dennis Millington, you have had several felonies, including assault, malicious wounding, and grand theft.”
“But I’m a changed woman now!” Denny cried.
How could you be a changed woman, Denny? You weren’t born a woman! You are definitely a changed man!
“Miss Millington, the rules of the show prohibit anyone with a felony from appearing, no matter if she was a he when she or he did them or not,” Mr. St. John said.
“But that was Dennis, ” Denny pleaded. “That wasn’t me. Dennis is gone. Denise has a clean record.”
“I’m sorry, Denny,” Mr. St. John said. “I believe that no matter what you do to your exterior, your interior stays basically the same. I could never marry anyone who believes her exterior is more important than her interior.”
That was deep. And wise. My exterior isn’t much, but I’m content with it.
“Good-bye, Denny,” Mr. St. John said. “Who’s next?”
Another woman pressed her button and left in a hurry.
He scared her away! Ha! Serves her right. She had to protect her lying life. There’s only two left. One is the human Jell-O girl, an obvious airhead and community chest, and the other is ... beautiful. The all-American girl. Dark hair, blue eyes, perfect complexion. She’ll win. From twenty-four women to two in only forty minutes!
Trina opened another window on her laptop and again checked Facebook:
“The blonde is toast! Do they have earthquakes in Colorado? That woman can’t stay still!”
“He’ll pick the cute white
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