Thirty-seven

Iris Miller

I thought maybe I would feel different. I mean, wasn’t sex when you “became a woman” or whatever? But I still felt completely out of sorts. I had, ever since I had met Malaki. I knew that I wanted to be with him. And I was constantly thinking about him. The only change that I had noticed though was the tattoo on my wrist. I had no idea how it had gotten there, but it must have been enchanted sometime when Malaki was inside of me.

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