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Over the next few days, I found myself running into Sophia frequently. We would exchange pleasantries in the hallway or at the mailbox. She was friendly and outgoing, and I found myself looking forward to our brief encounters.

But as the days went by, I started to notice... little things. The way she moved with a fluidity that belied her strength. The way her eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing light. And the way her voice dropped to a sultry whisper when she spoke.

It wasn't until I stumbled upon her in the laundry room, however, that I began to realize the full extent of Sophia's... uniqueness. She was doing her laundry, her back to me, when I entered. And that's when I saw it. A bulge, unmistakable and unapologetic, strained against the fabric of her pants.