Some harsh words about Transgender. As a ftm Trans man. I can tell you all that none of it is true. As Andy knows as well. 3 Live outside the binary friends.

When I woke up I felt my hand between two very naked breasts. I looked at her snowy white skin. It looked so fragile yet I knew the woman to be so strong. I stayed still not wanting to wake her.

"You are holding your breath." Miranda turned over but did not release my hand.

"Do you regret it already?" Her eyes didn't meet mine. I was shocked that such a confident woman was so scared of me.

"No, I was just thinking that if I died in this moment I'd be a happy man." I said tracing her jaw with my finger.

She snuggled closer and put her head in my chest. I could feel her breath and cold nose from the morning.

"Don't talk like that. I don't want you ever dying. I should die before you do." My heart dropped.

"Miranda-" She put her finger to my lips.

"Why don't we talk about our impending doom after we have coffee?" Both of us got up from the bed. I took my pants off. As I had slept in them. I felt Miranda's eyes on me. Her white hair was puffy in the morning. I turned around and bent over.

"Wow, Priesly take a picture it'll last longer." I said smiling at my own childishness. Then I heard a click.

Turning with my jaw open. I saw the woman with her iphone had actually taken a picture of me!

"MIRANDA! DID YOU JUST TAKE A PICTURE OF ME BENT OVER IN MY UNDIES?!" I was surprised more than upset. However, I think she knew that as well because the smile on that face was nothing but guilty.

"It's not my fault you bent over. What was that I felt against my ass in the middle of the night?" I looked down and laughed,

"Oh Nigel gave me a sock for the photoshoot and I came home with you last night so I didn't change. Hahaha, I didn't even notice." I took out the sock and couldn't help but laugh at the thought that I had Miranda feel my sock boner all night. When inside my undies had been soaked from how turned on I was.

I practically smelled of sex.

But the thought of showering at her house was more than my sex drive could bear.

"Dear, why did Nigel care about what was in your pants?" Oh my, was that? No was Miranda jealous?

"Oh ya know it's probably all the sex the two of us have." I said facing away from her. I felt a pillow hit my back.

"Oh no, Priesly! I'm injured. I need workers comp! My back...no you didn't!" She laughed and ran at me I picked her up Notebook style and she was above my head. Giving Miranda the longest kiss my lungs would let. This was going to be a good day.

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"Sachs? You are in an awfully good mood." Nigel said handing me a cup of coffee. Miranda had made me some this morning. I didn't wanna be rude so I pretended to drink it. Then when her back was turned I threw it out.

"Thanks man." I held the coffee close to my chest for warmth.

"Hey some guy is here to interview you." Jessica said while passing us in the hallway.

"Wow, Andy. Get a few pictures in a couples magazines. Maybe even though you aren't writing you are making a difference in the LGBT world." I smiled at Nigel.

"I would love to think so but I'm sure he's just hear to ask me questions about Runway. I'm not really that interesting." We parted ways in the hall and I angled my cup up to say cheers and he nodded.

As soon as I came around the corner to Miranda's office I saw Emily.

"Hey Em-" She was writing something but took her other hand and lifted the garbage bin. She knew me too well. I put the coffee in the trash can.

"Oh and Miranda wants to talk to you about the photo shoot." She pointed into the office. I noticed that she had bags under her eyes. Emily is always a busy person. However never too busy for makeup. It was an art style that she lived by. I almost said something when I heard a familiar voice.

"An-drew" I loved the way she said my name. It sounded so seductive. Like honey running down a woman's back.

I walked into the office and saw Miranda typing on her computer a million miles a minute.

"You have an interview today. I want to know if he steps out of line." So this was the way it was going to be.

"Miranda I'm transgender, I know that there are gonna be people who are obnoxious. You can't shield me from that. It's just a fact of life. It shouldn't be but it is." I tried to keep my voice level but I didn't like being treated like a child. I was a man who can handle himself.

"Andrew, I know that. But I want you to know you can be honest." Miranda stopped typing and looked up at me from her glasses. Eyelashes incredibly long.

"I'm always honest." I said

"Honest like taking coffee and throwing it out. When you actually like tea?" She said resuming her typing.

"Ok that's a white lie. Damn woman you are quick." She gave me an annoyed glance.

"Listen I didn't lie I just didn't want to turn down hospitality. Here or at your house. You are right though. I like tea, I hate talking about puss. I don't like cherries. I love skateboarding and have hated being a model because I can't anymore. I'm really five years old. You may not like me anymore. I mean I love reading Great Expectations when I'm depressed. I hate listening to talk radio. I love kickboxing, hate football. But most of all I promise that I will be a good boyfriend to you."

Miranda was practically slack jawed at my comment.

"Alright." She said and returned scrolling on her Apple.

"Alright?" Was I being dismissed. Shit, had I fucked this up already? Was Miranda dumping me?

"I'll keep tea stocked in the house." She said. "Good luck on the interview." She said.

I leaned over the desk and kissed her cheek.

She frowned and I thought perhaps I made a tactical error. Or perhaps my breath was stinky.

"Andrew, if you are going to kiss me then kiss me. Don't miss." I had to smile at her deadpan expression. This woman would be good at poker.

Leaning in I kissed her on the lips. It lingered just long enough. Yet I wanted more.

"Go along Darling. Wouldn't want to leave you with blue balls for your interview." She winked at me and I closed the white doors after me.

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The interviewer was blonde. Like really blonde. He had a funny nose and an annoying disposition. But I tried to keep an open mind.

"So I'm gonna start by asking just a few questions our readers wanna know and then venture a little deeper, that alright?" I nodded even though I wasn't sure where he wanted to venture exactly.

"So what is it like to be a model at a fashion magazine like this one?" He asked.

"It's amazing, ya know I really appreciate Runway for hiring me. I love the opportunity to work for them. It's become a second home to me. I know the artists and photographers so well. There is a lot of trust that goes into the job. So it's a spectacular experience here." I said and he jotted down a few notes. He had a recorder with a red light blinking. I figured at least he was doing a little bit of journalism.

"What made you switch from journalist to model?" He asked not looking me in the eye.

"Well, I'll always write and I still want to be a journalist. It's just that I wanted to see how far I could stretch my comfort zone. This was something that terrified me. It made me a little uncomfortable. So I knew that it was a fear I needed to get over. I got into pretty good shape. I mean I'm not ripped but I look alright and I figure it's about the cloths. "

He scoffed.

"Something funny?" Come on just say one word fucking prick.

"Well it's just...How is anyone gonna take you seriously as a journalist after posing as an underwear model? I mean let's forget the fact that you are packing..what..a bunch of tissues in your underwear to hide that vag. But on top of that you think that someone is gonna hire your ass."

"Ok this interview is over. If you'll return your badge at the front they'll kindly kick you the hell out." I was holding onto whatever I could not to tell him what I really wanted to.

"Whatever, have fun having sex with that cunt" That was it.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?" I had lost it. People were now noticing from around the department.

"Yeah well there are pictures fucking taken of you leaving her house hand and hand. Figures she'd pick a fake man to replace what a real man could give her. Tell me she wear the strap on or you?"

That's when I hit him.

One square punch to the jaw. It was quick but I wasn't finished.

I picked him up and then punched in straight as to break his nose. I wasn't mad. I was clear minded. This guy was gonna hurt for what he said. This had nothing to do with testosterone. This was about a guy needing to learn how to talk about a lady. No one was going to talk about Miranda like that.

I sat on his chest and repeatedly beat the crap out of his face. Then he fell unconscious. I considered hitting him again. But my dad always told me when to tap out. So I calmly got up off of him. Looked around at the staff all staring at me. I opened the glass doors. Then walked out.

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Miranda: Sweetheart text me back!

Miranda: You hit a man? what happened are you ok?

MIranda: Text me back Andrew.

Miranda: If you do not text me back I am coming to your apartment.

Miranda: That's it. I asked Nigel and I have your address. I'll be there in a few minutes.

I heard a knock at the door. I was laying on my bed with my hands wrapped in wet towels. I got up. I was sore. Not from being hit back. The guy didn't hit me. It was the adrenaline. It left me shaky and I was sad that I had lost my job at Runway. I really liked my job. Not the mention I'm sure I'd be sued.

"Andrew answer your door or I will demand your super open it." Damn that woman knew how to negotiate.

"I'm coming" I got off my mattress. Unlocking all four of my locks on my door. I opened the heavy front door.

"I already know I'm fired." I said and walked away as she entered.

"First of all. You are never to do that again. I don't care how upset you are. I love you and you can not just disappear." She was shaking. Oh fuck I messed up.

I walked over to her and took my towel wrapped hands and brought them around her waist. She melted into my body.

"I love you too Miranda. I'm sorry. That man just… I couldn't let him say those things about you." She let out a cry.

"Miranda please don't cry." She sniffled and backed up a little.

" Your poor beautiful hands." I giggled.

"Only girls have beautiful hands." I said wiping away tears from her cheek.

" Don't be so binary." Miranda gave me a little smile.

"Hey where did you learn that word?" I guided her over to my 'living room/kitchen'.

"I know how to google things too. I've been reading up." I kissed her. Gentle as to not break the moment between us.

"Mmmmmmmm do that again." So I did. I leaned in and met her lips, they were delicious. My face was scratchy from my five o'clock shadow. She didn't seem to mind however.

I broke the kiss. "Miranda?"

She shushed me by kissing me again.

"Miranda if you keep kissing me so tender I may explode." I said. But she kissed me again. This time breathing through her nose she added pressure and ran those fingers I dreamt of through my hair. I moaned.

"Miranda?" I said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Yes?"

"I dropped blood on your blouse. "

She looked down and my towel was completely covered in blood.

"Andrew oh my goodness. We need to get you to the hospital."

"No no no no. I don't like hospitals." I said.

"Alright but your hands are going to be swollen for a while. Let's put them in some cold water.

So that's what we did. We cuddled on the couch. I had my head in her lap as she played with my hair. We watched Miranda's favorite show Fashion Runway. I made fun of the dress and she lightly would smack my arm.

Maybe being Miranda's knight and shining armor sometimes left me with bloody knuckles. But god at the end of the day it was worth it.