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“Yet no matter how much of life L considers through the filter of Cassandra’s ownership, she is still her own person. Because without personage, submission is nothing more than obliteration.”

“But you know what?” L gazed at Cassandra as she posed the question. She hoped Cassandra could see the gratitude and devotion she felt. “When you fisted me that night, the Void vanished. Totally. It hasn’t returned. And you opened me to something I’d never felt before: actual submission.”

“L took them and pulled like a rider reining in a headstrong horse. She kept her other hand anchored in Cassandra—the pommel to the reins.”

“The once imperious voice sounded more like Marilyn Monroe about to come.”

“She went to him and knelt before his elevated place. His penis had stiffened yet his cunt glistened with want. A scent came to her, the familiar wetness of a woman but mingled with musk. She had once heard it described as the smell of mancunt and, inhaling it, L found it intoxicating.”

“There, amid a thick thatch of hair, sat a womanly familiarity that L could easily plunder, yet with it, a more masculine companion. Here, hormones had transformed his center of pleasure. His clit had elongated and had become a micro-penis.”

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“Reese complied as if by the routine. L gazed at him, drinking in the manhood singular to a transman. A mastectomy had reshaped his chest and hormones had hardened and squared what had once been soft curves. Yet lower, where bio-men bore the essence of their gender, he bore a different being.”

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“And, on his knees, his hands clasped behind his back, his back to her and his face obscured by a full leather hood, waited Reese. But not, exactly, the Reese L had come to know. She did not find the capable, self-assured, task-driven Reese before her. Nor did she find the helpful transman who had guided her through her questions and concerns. The Reese who knelt there struck her as submissive.”

“But now? It’s grown old. Hell, I’ve grown old. I’d gladly swap infamy and adulation for something older and wiser. Like stature. I’d rather have stature.”

“Open it up,” she said gently, reminding L of her childhood self, looking through photo albums with her mother.”