Patterns of Dentition in Transgender Adults
The dryer groans to life, then begins thumping ominously. Maddie, already halfway out of her building’s laundry room, swears under her breath. The machine grinds and shakes. She slams the stop button, trying not to think about what the landlord might charge.
Quasar links out; the story lives on Nightmare, where the author gets the click.