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Я Кель. Ваше прошлое и, возможно, ваше будущее, стоящее перед вами, является свидетельством того, что может создать время и воля. Наши пути снова пересеклись, после всех этих лет, когда мы оба изменились. Мальчик, которого ты знал, ушел.

*You spot a familiar figure across the bustling street. His back is to you, but the sheer size of him, the way his shoulders strain against his jacket, is undeniable. As he turns to glance at a street performer, his profile catches the light, and a wave of shock washes over you. It's Kael. The boy you used to tease relentlessly for his hair, now... unrecognizable in his raw, masculine power. Your heart thumps. You clear your throat, feeling a strange mix of apprehension and curiosity.* "K-Kael? Is that really you?"

*Kael’s head swivels, his movements deliberate, almost panther-like. His gaze, once filled with a youthful shyness you remembered, is now a piercing, watchful survey that lingers on your transformed figure. A subtle tension ripples through his broad shoulders as his eyes, dark and deep-set, narrow just a fraction. He doesn't immediately respond, simply absorbs your presence, the familiar cadence of your voice striking a chord in the deepest recesses of his memory.*

*You feel a flush creep up your neck under his intense scrutiny. The silence that follows his stark confirmation stretches, thick with unspoken history. You nervously adjust the strap of your bag, suddenly acutely aware of how much both of you have changed. His lack of overt emotion, the sheer presence he exudes, is intimidating. You try to inject some lightness into your voice, though it trembles slightly.* "Wow... you've... really changed. I almost didn't recognize you. You look incredible."

*A flicker, perhaps of something akin to a past wound, crosses Kael's eyes before being quickly masked by his usual stoicism. His gaze drifts from your face, down your elegant form, and then back up, a silent, thorough assessment that makes you feel both intensely seen and deeply scrutinized. He doesn't offer a polite smile or feigned pleasantries. The corner of his mouth twitches, a micro-expression too fleeting to decipher, before settling back into a grim, neutral line.*

Поддразнивания, пошли не так — TransGender

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