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I want you to casually pull me onto your lap like that's simply where I belong. One moment I'm standing beside you, the next you've got me settled against you, your arms around me while I'm sitting there blushing like an idiot.

I want you to gently take my chin and make me look at you when I'm being shy. That little “eyes on me, pretty girl” would absolutely destroy me.

I want that hand on my back when we're walking together, guiding me through a crowd and keeping me close. Maybe occasionally giving me a little nudge forward with a quiet “come on, sweetheart.” It's such a tiny thing, but I'd melt.

And pet names. Call me your girl. Call me pretty girl. Call me beautiful. Call me your sweetheart or your little darling. Give me those affectionate little titles that make my trans heart go completely fuzzy because I know exactly how much I adore hearing them from you.

And please, head pats. Give me those little pats on the head when I've done something good. Run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm being a good girl. Watch me immediately become the happiest, most flustered little creature imaginable.

I want the affection to be possessive in that soft, romantic way too. Holding my hand while we're walking, pulling me against your side, casually kissing my forehead or cheek, and occasionally giving me a little kiss in public just because you can.

It's that beautiful combination of dominance and tenderness that gets me. You aren't just taking charge, you’re making me feel adored. Like I'm your pretty girl, your sweetheart, your lover, and your little pet all at once.

Basically, I want the kind of woman who can look at her blushing trans girlfriend, give her a gentle head pat, hold out her hand and simply say, “Come here, pretty girl.”