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March 11, 2025. It seemed like a perfectly ordinary day: outside the window was a gray New York, drowning in March dampness, with its eternal hum of cars and wisps of fog clinging to the tops of skyscrapers, while in Liam’s room — cramped, with a worn-out couch and the smell of yesterday’s coffee — Evan stood, pressing his forehead against the cold glass. A year ago, he was different: taller, broader in the shoulders, with a voice that didn’t tremble from shame. And now? Now, not only did he have this female body, but he also spoke with this fucking stupid accent and didn’t even have the legal right to be here, all thanks to that whore, Sofia, who stole his body and his life, and whose name he was now forced to carry.

— Do we hafta meet with tu mama today? — he said barely audible, opening his eyes and staring into the distance through the window, where he could see his, still somehow native, city, but one that had become so alien over this year that...(full story (5500 characters) is open to subscribers)