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Joyride - Chapter 1

on October 25, 2026

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A Dream Come True

They’d never been close, not the way little sisters and big brothers were supposed to be—the way their parents described them to relatives, the way strangers always assumed. The three-year gap between them might as well have been a decade, and the difference only widened after both of them hit puberty, though in diametrically opposite ways. Eli, the elder, grew puffy in the face and shoulders. Lily, meanwhile, was all angles and light. She radiated: her hair, her laugh. She was the kind of girl mothers in the neighborhood would coo over—oh, she’s going to break hearts—while their sons squirmed and blushed. And Eli, in the background, nursed a private, mortifying envy. Shamefully, he pictured himself in her place, at the vanity, coaxing his own hair into those effortless waves, coaxing those impossible legs smooth and bare. He’d always been a little obsessed with the idea—what if he’d been born the girl, and Lily the oafish older brother? Would he have gotten to be pretty, too? Wou...

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Seizing the Moment

The first thing Tom noticed was the heavy, sweltering heat of a Parisian morning. The air conditioning in their tiny boutique hotel room overlooking the bustling streets of Saint-Germain had given out overnight, leaving the air thick, sticky, and smelling of warm asphalt and croissants. But the second thing he noticed was far more alarming: the weight of his own hair. It was long, soft, and tickled his collarbone—a sensation he had never experienced in his eighteen years of having a buzzed fade. He reached up to brush it away, but the hand that moved was wrong. The fingers were slender, the nails painted a clean, soft lavender. He froze. His heart hammered, but the rhythm felt lighter, faster, contained in a ribcage that felt entirely too narrow and remarkably delicate. Slowly, carefully, he turned his head on the flat, firm pillow. Just inches away, sleeping on his side under the thin linen sheet, was himself. Or rather, it was his own face—slack-jawed, a thin line of drool pooling on...

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Joyride - Chapter 1

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