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Chapter One: Tremble I was just a boy.Or so they told me. But somewhere between the hushed click of heels in a hallway and the whisper of satin slipping off a hanger, I knew —Something inside me did not belong to that world. My fingers would linger too long on the smooth fabric of her blouse.My heart would race when I passed lipstick on a shelf — like they were forbidden spells waiting to be cast. I trembled the first time I touched lace.My whole body — alive with electric guilt and velvet longing. And in that moment, the Goddess of Femininity reached for me.Not with judgment.But with welcome. She…