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A wave of relief washed over Malee. She walked back out into the main hall, where the lottery was reaching its peak. A young man at the front had just pulled a red card from the black urn. He collapsed into his mother’s arms, sobbing; a red card meant two years of mandatory service.

As Malee stepped out of the hall and back into the Bangkok sun, the neon signs of the city were just starting to flicker to life. She wasn't a soldier, and she wasn't Mr. Somchai. She was just Malee, free to disappear back into the vibrant, complicated heart of the city she called home. kinky ladyboys

"Exempt," the doctor finally said, stamping her folder. "Type 2: Gender not matching birth sex." A wave of relief washed over Malee