ZION

Steam curled around me as laughter bounced off the shower walls. I was alone at first, scrubbing my arms and chest, which looked like a normal man’s chest. I wasn’t surprised that my boobs were gone. My illusion was perfect, but I didn’t want to draw attention. The others barely noticed me. Until I looked down. 

Blood. Thick and dark, weaving through the water in ribbons, down my thighs. I panicked. Slipped. Tried to cover myself. But they saw. A shout. Then hands. ...