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She's really good at making you cum, it almost makes you uncomfortable. Like you're a lab rat in a maze being lured towards some reward. You think it must be because she's kind of a boy herself, but no. She's just gifted and practiced. Five minutes feels like ten seconds, two seconds feels like an hour.

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Across town a young boy (man?) no older than 23 tries on his mom's clothes. No one would guess this town is home to four of you. No one would guess that only one of you ever builds up the courage to move out and start hormones. None of you will ever meet, with the exception of a passing glance shared through a blouse rack in an undersized H&M at the mall ten miles out. All four of you will hook up with the same man in the same bathroom. Only one of you will enjoy it.

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Elena insists on having her tits measured with coins held perpendicular her chest. A dime, a penny, a nickle. She gets really excited when her nipples stick out past the quarter. You take out a toonie left over from your last trip up north and she slaps you. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send the message that she doesn't really wanna joke about this.

Tits have always been a sore spot for Elena, but it does get boring hearing her fuss about the same shit again and again. She refuses to even consider getting anything unnatural stuck in there but in the same breath refuses to eat more than a single slice of bread a day. Whatever. You cup her and rub softly. You knew she was gonna ask for this anyways. She watches too much anime. Always claims it's just a joke and that she knows it won't help. She insists on it everyday.

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Wind weaves through your hair and then jams it in your mouth. Trees rush by the rearview mirror just like they do during driving sequences in movies. Which makes sense since you're riding shotgun. You always thought guys with small dicks bought big trucks, but the red stain on the underside of an Amazon ordered pleated skirt says otherwise.

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Instead of birthdays, you and Elena celebrate a holiday called Normal Day. It begins with a trip to a friend's house to borrow some meds, followed by relentless begging for a ride to the mall. He never has anything better to do and gives the two of you a lift. You both take a Xanax before stepping into the parking lot. Inside, all the sideways glances fall to the ground at your feet.

First, clothes. Then, a sarcastic stroll through the hobby shop. For lunch you stop by the teriyaki chicken place tucked behind the fake plants in the corner of the food court. The same half filipino guy’s been working the counter there for probably ten years. Him and Elena talk for a bit. It’s the only time you hear her speak anything other than English. She returns with two plates piled high with extra food you didn’t pay for. Elena claims it's pity but you’re pretty sure it’s not.

You go back to look for more clothes since neither of you bought any the first time around. This time you buy essentials. One pair of jeans, an androgynous sweater or two, and some socks. One risky pick, and a pair of panties stuffed in your purse. Elena starts holding your arm a bit tighter. You grab a ride back. It's a normal day.