Samantha

"I wanted to," James confessed, "but - well, it's just that - "

"You didn't want to be insulted and affronted the way I was?"

He nodded before hanging his head. "Yes."

"That's too bad," she said. "I was attracted to you, too, before I realized what a timid little milquetoast you are. It was obvious to me that you were attracted to me. It was obvious to me that you didn't share the opinions of the others who've insulted and abused me since their discovery of my little secret. I thought you were good looking and kind, but you're only good looking. There's nothing kind about standing by and watching idiots and losers like Ed, Joe, and Lou torment someone for no other reason than her being a woman trapped inside a man's body. I'd hoped you might be a knight in shining armor, but you turned out to be more a mouse than a man."

James looked up at her, his eyes brimming with tears. "You're right," he admitted. "Give me another chance. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She sniggered, contempt on her lovely face. "You had your chance, James. I could have been the best girlfriend you ever had - and the best lay - but you're not man enough to know what you want. You're too afraid of what others might think or say. You could have had me, but now, loser that you are, you have no one."

She turned, walking across the carpeted office, toward the door that led to the elevator in the hallway.

"Please," James moaned, "give me another chance."

She never bothered to look back, and she didn't return to work the next day.

The last James ever saw of the shemale who could have been the love of his life was her splendid, tight ass as she walked away from him.