That night I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I could smell her, like she was there setting fire to my veins.
I did everything I could to quench my desire, including… you know, that thing that guys do when they’ve got a girl on the brain.
Except that a couple of days ago Angela wasn’t a girl.
How did it happen? People don’t change overnight, at least not like that. Hours on the internet delivered information on intersex rights, transgender resources, and a lot of porn, but nothing like Angela’s transformation.
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