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... day, having succumbed to the women’s coercion. He had to admit—there was something uniquely liberating about feminine attire. The lightweight fabric danced with his movements like celestial ribbons, its silken texture whispering against his skin in ways his usual robes never did.
Before the mirror, the transformation was uncanny. The garments that should have clashed with his masculinity instead harmonized perfectly, creating an androgynous elegance. Hah! So much for that "once you cros ...
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