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Deja pulled up a stool on the other side of Riley. “Well, kid. You’ve got two choices. You can sit here and cry into excellent hot chocolate, or you can let me teach you how to wing eyeliner so sharp it could cut a homophobe.”

“New stray?” Deja asked.

The bell above the door jingled. A young person stepped in, clutching a backpack strap like a lifeline. They were maybe nineteen, with choppy hair and a denim jacket covered in pins—a fading rainbow, a small trans flag, a button that read “ASK ME ABOUT MY NEOPRONOUNS.” But their face was a storm cloud. freeshemales tube

“We’re not open for another hour,” Marisol said gently.

Riley laughed—a wet, surprised sound. “Both?” Deja pulled up a stool on the other side of Riley

Riley shook their head.

“The rainbow flag is a big tent,” Marisol said. “It has to be. Gay bars, lesbian bookstores, bisexual potlucks—those are homes. But for trans people?” She tapped her chest, right over her heart. “We’re the ones who had to build our own rooms inside that tent, because for a long time, even the people holding the poles didn’t think we belonged.” You can sit here and cry into excellent

Riley was crying now, silent tears tracking down their cheeks. “My mom said I’m just confused. That I’m ruining my body.”