Literature
Genderfucked: Chapter One-B
"Penelope," it oozed, making each syllable sound as important as the last. "I've finally found you,"
Long blonde hair and pointed chin. Melanin boosted tan under gunmetal silk. Flanked by a guy lined with more grafted muscle than his own, Jonas Lalovic made his way through the dim. The comment, I noticed, was somewhere between playful and sardonic. He'd asked to meet me in the Frenchy, and I'd turned up. Simple. Acknowledging simplicity, I suspected, would've lacked flair.
"Jonas," I nodded, taking a sip from the painfully oversized bottle. My other hand was already in my back pocket. The sheaf of notes felt too thin. Especially for all the
