ZURI

I stood in front of the mirror, turning slightly from side to side.

“Be honest,” I said, my voice a touch deeper now–strained, practiced. “How do I look?”

Mira let out a low whistle. “Like someone who could actually win a duel with their masculinity alone.”

Nessa clapped her hands. “I knew you’d make a beautiful boy.”

“I feel like I’ve been crushed by a dozen iron corsets,” I muttered, adjusting the tightly bound wrap across my ...