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He swallows. His hand trembles a little on his glass. “I see… someone who is owning it.”

I smile, and this time it’s all warmth. “Good answer. Your whiskey’s on the house.” SissyPov - Jackie Femboy Hooters Hottie - POV-

I smooth down the front of my top. The padding inside is subtle but deliberate, giving just enough of a curve to make the double-takes last a second longer. My waist is cinched by a thin black belt, the orange shorts hugging a pair of hips that I’ve sculpted through squats and a genetic lottery I still don’t fully believe I won. My hair—a cascade of auburn waves, not a wig, all mine—brushes my shoulders. I check my reflection in the mirrored tile behind the bar. Eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass. A beauty mark drawn just below my left eye. The faint shadow of stubble is gone; I exfoliated for an hour this morning. He swallows

He knows. Or he suspects.