Transgender Fiction

Ada was all too conscious of her pants hugging her legs, her fedora hiding part of her long hair, and her gentleman’s jacket wrapped securely around her body.

Ivan eyed his friend carefully. “Jasmine, you enjoy this, don’t you? The charade of being someone else.”

“You know, you look even better as a man than as a woman.”

“You are frankly the most beautiful man I have ever met, except for my brother, of course,” she teased.