The Shyamalan prompt .

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was in love. She was perfect; dark hair, tan skin, the most beautiful smile in the world. Taking a sip of my drink, I approached her. 
 
 `` Hey,'' I said, doing everything I could to sound confident. 
 
 `` Hello,'' she said in a enthusiastic voice. We spent some time talking. Her name was Rachel, and she had lived in Brazil for much of her life before moving to the States. 
 
 One thing led to another, and suddenly we were in my home kissing. As I went to undo her bra she stopped me. 
 
 `` Look, there's something I need to be honest with you about before we continue. I -- uh -- I used to be a man'' she stuttered. I tried to hide the look of shock on my face but it was n't working. 
 
 `` There's something I should tell you, too. I used to be a woman.'' Tears swelled in her eyes. 
 
 `` Why ca n't I find a normal man?!'' She exclaimed, running out of the house, slamming the door behind her. I was n't sure what happened, but it was probably for the best. 

