A young trans woman moves to Severton Manor to serve a Countess with sexual favors. “‘Ahhhh!’ the Countess cried, rubbing her lips on the maid’s face like a boot stomping out a cigarette.”

“I had a kind of dirty dream about you. Do you want to hear about it?” You laugh, and fuck, that sound twists itself inside my chest like a fist. I want to make you laugh more. Your voice drops, somewhere between a whisper and a quake. “It started with me kissing you.”

“Sometimes winning the switch fight meant kind of losing. When you were both switches, though, everybody won no matter the outcome. It all came down to pride and play.”

I should’ve masturbated in the shower. I need to be pushed against a wall. She smells like the ocean.