Coffee Talk

As Brandi arrived at the coffee shop, she spotted Regina sitting at a table by the window. She waved, and Brandi made her way over, taking a seat across from her. "You look great, Regina," Brandi said, trying to make small talk as she settled in. "I didn't realize you were such a coffee connoisseur."

Regina smiled, but her eyes darted around the room. "Thank you, Brandi. I've learned to appreciate the finer things in life. But enough about me, how have you been since we last spoke?" Brandi filled Regina in on her progress, as well as her recent relationship with Kyle. As they talked, Brandi couldn't help but notice the way some of the patrons in the coffee shop were glaring at Regina.

Regina, however, seemed to be well aware of the stares. "Sometimes, it's hard being a trans woman in this world. You learn to develop a thick skin, but it never really gets easier." She tried to ignore it, but it was hard not to feel a sense of protectiveness towards her former instructor.

Brandi reached out and took Regina's hand. "I'm sorry you have to deal with that. You're an amazing person, and you deserve so much more than the hate you're facing." As their hands touched, Brandi felt the warm arousal between her legs, and pressed her thighs together.

"The bigotry is just one part of it, Brandi. It's so hard to find a job where people take me seriously. They look at me and see 'trans,' not a woman. And dating? Forget about it. The fear of being attacked or even just verbally abused is enough to make me stay home. I steer away from public spaces, especially alone," Regina confessed, her voice laced with frustration.

Brandi couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. "I can't even imagine what you've gone through. I'm so sorry. It's no wonder you turned to Jiu-Jitsu. At least there, you're in control."

Regina's eyes hardened, and she nodded. "Exactly. In the dojo, I'm not a 'trans woman.' I'm a competitor, a fighter, and a teacher. And sometimes, I've been accused of being too aggressive, as you well know, but I can't help it. It's the only way I know to protect myself and prove my value."

Brandi reached out and placed a hand on Regina's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You don't need to prove anything to anyone, Regina." Regina met Brandi's gaze, and for the first time, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"It's not just the hate, though. The process of transitioning itself can be incredibly difficult. There's the financial burden, the fear of rejection from loved ones, and the constant struggle to be seen as the person you truly are," Regina explained, her voice trembling slightly.

Brandi gave Regina's hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry for my part in making things harder for you." As they continued their conversation, Brandi couldn't shake the thought that perhaps there was more she could do. "Regina, what if I could learn to lose gracefully to you? To submit to you, in a way, as a form of atonement for being cisgender and for all you have to go through."

Regina's eyes narrowed, and she studied Brandi for a moment. "That's an interesting idea, Brandi. If that's what you truly want, we can work on that in our sessions. Now, let's focus on what brought us here in the first place. How do you feel about reestablishing our working relationship?"

Brandi took a deep breath, her mind filled with the memories of their previous sessions. "I want to explore that with you, Regina. I've missed the intensity and the intimacy of our time together. I'm ready to put in the work, Regina. I want to show you that. I'm ready to see where this can take us."

Regina's eyes met Brandi's, and she could see the sincerity in them. "Thank you, Brandi. It means a lot to have someone like you in my corner. " Regina's smile was genuine and full of hope. "I appreciate your willingness to put in the effort, Brandi. Let's give it another go. We'll start slow and build from there."