Hunger. The 3rd Gender, #1

Perfection. How I hated that word although it described me perfectly. That it also described more than half of the rest of the population didn't bother me in the slightest. I grew up knowing that my future had an added uncertainty that many other people didn't have: my gender. Neither male nor female and with my thirtieth birthday looming, my life was in drastic need of something beyond the potential I was born with.
I don't care much for the fact that the genetic manipulation long ago to save the human race on Earth, had limited my options of a loving relationship. You see, I am in love with someone fe/male like me, and there was no chance that such a relationship was possible. Or was there?