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I don’t know how he does it. Oh sure, I’ve seen a few glimpses behind the curtain. I’ve seen the prosthetics hidden in the closet but they feel real every time he brushes against my arm. I see the cosmetics in the bathroom but it amazes me how flawless the transformation is. It goes beyond skin tone foundation and lipstick, it’s way he adopts femininity and wraps himself within it. The flirty way he walks in heels and sways his cute, shapely hips. Silky, sleek legs and that supple skin that’s makes me want to touch him again and again. He disappears behind her until nothing but the girl remains. Her sultry voice replaces his and she knows just how to let me with a single look. I don’t know how it happened, but she’s replaced my friend. A boy stole my heart and he’s the most beautiful girl I know.