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“First time?” Marisol asked.

That night, Lydia learned the rituals. She learned that every Tuesday was “Stitch & Bitch”—a sewing circle where people altered hand-me-down clothes to fit their real bodies. She learned that the bookshelf in the corner was a lending library of trans memoirs and zines, with a special section for “hormones and heartbreak.” She learned that when someone said “I’m feeling small,” the whole room would pause and say, “We see you.”

I made it home.

Marisol answered. She was older, maybe fifty, with silver-streaked hair pulled into a loose bun and a tattoo of a sparrow on her collarbone. She wore a faded t-shirt that read Protect Trans Joy and smiled like she’d been expecting Lydia her whole life.

“Venus.”

She nodded.

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When she finally left at 2 a.m., the moon was a perfect silver coin in the sky. She texted the group chat Marisol had just added her to—thirteen strangers she now trusted with her life.