Dressed like a dyke. Waiting for the subway in her long thin grey pants, long legs, short, spiky hair. Strictly beautiful, strictly desexed, and yet screaming with sensuality.
I'm getting used to this. Serving coffee to dykes like me, rushing around to look over their shoulders. I wasn't a dyke before I started this job, it grew on me. Around the office, I looked like a high school student the first day. Now, I'm a woman.
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