realization;

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once again, i find myself in front of the mirror.
i lock eyes with him. his eyes are dark, his features soft, looking at me sheepishly, almost worriedly.
his arms are wrapped weakly around his chest. eyebrows perking up, they slip off his shoulders slowly to reveal a female's chest, adorned with milky white skin.
my eyes wander down his naked body, from his glinting eyes to his breasts and his hips, soft with curves,
too soft
for him.
my gaze snaps back to his face, he stares back at me,

help me

but not a single sound slips past his lips.
the begging stopped.
his arms find their way back up to embrace him sweetly.
hide him sweetly.
it's when it hits me, oh merciless realization. i take a sharp breath.
his breathing is shaky.

and i listen to his pained screams as i turn my head to leave.
he screams for me as i leave him in the mirror.

'til next time, soft boy.

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