Your bedroom is a study in pastels, from the flaming pink bedspread to the lavender curtains, more testimony to your new femininity. You and Laila slowly and tenderly undress each other. Laila has never made love to a woman before, and you have never made love as a woman before, so like millions of couples all over the world today, you both are learners. Learning has never been this much fun before!
Afterwards, held in Laila's strong brown arms, you feel loved and cherished as never before. You feel that you will never get tired of looking into Laila's sweet face and loving eyes.
"Mmmm. . . ." She says. "That was wonderful. It's strange that I never felt anything for a woman before all this happened."
"I need a new name." you respond. "Something more suited to who I am now." Your old male name sounds ridiculous to you. You need a name as feminine as you are. "Give me a name, my love." You kiss Laila on the nose.
"How about Lutfiyah?" she asks. "It means graceful and delicate, just like you."
"Lutfiyah, Lutfiyah." you sound the name out. "I am Lutfiyah. I am your Lutfiyah." You smile again.