When I discovered that my husband had been having fuck buddy illicit encounters, I decided to retaliate. My hairdresser had been flirting with me for years and upon hearing my tale of woe, wooed me into a romantic, but platonic relationship. After several months of dinners and clandestine meetings, we had exchanged nothing more than a chaste kiss. Determined to consummate our relationship, I made the next move and showed up at his apartment unannounced.
He greeted me at the door wearing a hot pink kimono and fuzzy gold slippers. A long, angry, conversation revealed that he had always wanted to be a female. Not only that, he would soon start taking hormone injections to facilitate the change.
It took me months to lose the sense of failure and humiliation. By the time I did, my husband and I had reconciled. (I also forgave Tommy, who is now Tammy, and she still does my hair.)