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My Trans Co-worker

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The elevator doors slide shut with a soft ding, trapping us inside alone after hours. It’s just me and Riley from marketing—new hire, three months in, always in those sharp blouses and pencil skirts that hug curves I can’t stop noticing. I’ve been calling her “she” since day one because… well, she presents that way. Soft voice, long dark hair, full lips painted red, heels that click like they’re announcing royalty. Everyone assumes. I assume.

We’re both heading down from the 18th floor, late project wrap-up. The air smells like her perfume—something sweet and spicy—and the faint coffee on my breath. She leans against the wall opposite me, arms crossed under her chest, pushing up cleavage I try not to stare at.

“Rough night?” she asks, voice low, amused.

“Yeah. Client revisions at 10 p.m. You?”

“Same. PowerPoint hell.” She smirks. “You always stay this late, Jake?”

“Only when I want to impress the boss.” I grin back, stepping closer without thinking. The elevator’s small. Our knees alm
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