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Her girlfriend, Jess, lounged on the bed, watching with a lazy smile. “You’re staring yourself down again.”

“Just making sure the seams hold.” Mara laughed, a rumble low in her chest. “This body wasn’t made for cheap elastic.”

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“Ready?” Jess asked.

Mara nodded, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door—not smaller, not quieter, but fully . Her girlfriend, Jess, lounged on the bed, watching

Mara turned, cupping Jess’s face. For years, she’d felt fragmented—too much woman for some, not the right kind of woman for others. But here, in the soft evening light, she was whole. A big, beautiful trans woman who took up space and deserved every inch of it.

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Jess stood and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re gorgeous. All of you. The girl, the curves, the way you fill a room without trying.”