Family Values

“I want to become a woman, Kit.”

“I know, but there are different stages in life. I wouldn’t say this if I didn’t love you so much, but I’m going through a few changes myself, and I just wonder if we shouldn’t slow things down a bit.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, have you ever thought about having kids?”

“I’d love to have a family. I know I won’t be able to have any of my own after the operation, but…hey, wait a minute! Are you going where I think you’re going?”

Kit slid off the bed and kneeled down, taking Chrissy’s hand as he looked up into her eyes. “Chrissy, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Oh Kit, you’ve made me the happiest person in the world!”

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Later that morning, over coffee and croissants at the Corner Bakery, Kit and Chrissy took stock of their lives. Chrissy, looking foxy in one of Kit’s leather skirts with a matching vest, made a list while Kit, resembling a young executive in his blazer and slacks, rattled off things to be done:

1.Wedding: Next month in Las Vegas. Keep our given names for the marriage license, and switch places for the ceremony.

2.Families:

3.Jobs: Notify the airline after making sure the Association of Flight Attendants will support us.

4.Residence: Find new apartment.

5.Kids:

“Hmmm,” Chrissy said. “Looks like everything’s falling into place, except the things that matter the most.”

“My dad has already had two heart attacks since my mother died,” Kit said. “Another one would kill him. He’ll be okay when he learns that his only daughter ran off to Vegas to get married. Maybe I’ll just leave it at that.”

“That may work for you, but what about my mother and stepfather?”

“Come on, your mom is the coolest lady I’ve ever met. Remember when we worked that flight together from Tampa to KCI, and she was on it? We practically made her an honorary member of the crew.”