25:88

Martha considered herself

open minded,

when young girls requested

an adventure over love,

a career over housekeeping,

a glamorous lifestyle over motherhood

she granted their wish

with her usual smile

and continued to the next client.

No one stood out in her memory anymore,

no bond was forged,

no motherly concern remained.

But this young girl,

no, boy, was different.

She’d never had a male client before.

‘I see,’ she said,

a real smile now on her face,

‘Let’s see what we can do.’

25:87

He had been born in the wrong body,

a concept he didn’t understand

for a long time,

but the sense of wrongness

had always been there.

He admired dresses

but preferred them on others.

His own feminine features

made him avoid mirrors,

when his chest began to develop

he bound it painfully,

praying it would go away.

It didn’t,

and no matter how he trained

and gained muscles

he couldn’t achieve the physical presence

of a real man.

‘Please. I can’t do this anymore.’

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