Spicy Lemons, Sour Tangerines

Spicy Lemons, Sour Tangerines

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Mirrors. Mirrors are used to see ones reflection, they can be used whenever and wherever. Death. Death and birth are one of the same. When you die, you go to heaven or hell, but sometimes, when you done something so unforgivable, you are locked in a serise of objects and areas. Forced to watch those living around you move freely at will, you have no one to talk to. No one can see you. I'm trapped in your mirrors, all of them. They're like a serise of doors I can walk through but I cannot walk through the room they open to. All but my old room in the house I use to live in. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" A book was thrown at me and I look over to see someone holding a cheesegrader and a kitchen knife. I wrap my tail around my leg. They can see me?
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Mark Brent is not your typical man in more ways than one. Follow him as he works to find a balance between being an undercover agent and winning the heart of the woman that he has only ever wanted in his life. --- While brushing my teeth, I turned to the bathroom closet's full length mirror. The man staring back at me looked like he badly needed a shower. Tousled dark brown hair that needs trimming, tired-looking dark brown eyes, unkempt stubble on my face, body still weary from yesterday's work and today's long drive, despite the short nap. I'm not a vain person but I appreciate how my body looks: lean and hard, not like some men who work so hard to have bulging muscles. One word describes how my body looks and feels like - Strong. I don't need to look like a frog. I continued to scan down the length of my body and paused at my genital area with a thought: "Do I pack for the party or not?" Yes, I'm a transman. But, no. No packing tonight. A/N: Mature content. Read at your own risk. 18+

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