No, it can't be, Kylie thought, I mean she kinda looks like, but younger and more, I don't know, masculine? And while Aziza's eyes glittered with the confidence of a Sorceress Supreme, this girl seemed afraid of the world.
"Kyle" Kylie asked "Do you know that girl sitting by herself over there?"
Kyle turned. "I don't know her, but I know who she is, if that's what you mean. We're supposed to call her Aziza, although I don't know if that's her official name. She's trans. Her family in Saudi Arabia sent her here to get her away from the religious police. Death penalty for crossdressing there or some bullshit. She lives with her aunt and uncle who are pretty liberal. Jennifer hates her and so none of the girls accept her, either because they're afraid of Jennifer or they just don't like trans girls or Middle Eastern girls. She pretty much keeps to herself. Must be tough."
"Have you ever talked to her?"
"No--I'm not transphobic" he added hastily "but I don't know how she feels about white people or people who aren't Muslims or whatever."
"Well Kyle" said Kylie "I recommend you ask her what video games she likes. The two of you might hit it off." Kyle and Aziza she thought. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe every Kyle/Kylie needed an Aziza.
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"So have you decided?" Teresa asked Robbie.
"Leaning towards yes. I mean its happening whether I go or not and if I don't go people will think I'm pining, which I'm not." (Teresa wasn't so sure.) "Plus I'll look incredibly fucking hot in a bridesmaid's dress. Anyway, you want to be my plus one? You know what they say about weddings."
"Drunk, horny bridesmaids? Yeah, I guess I could fit that in my schedule."
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Aziza stumbled into the room where Tom and Mike were waiting. Tom handed the haggard Sorceress Supreme a cup of tea. "Done" said an exhausted Aziza. "She needs to rest for a while. I need to rest for a while. You boys look after yourselves." She sipped her tea, then put down the cup and instantly fell asleep on the couch.
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The combination of booze and exhausting sex meant that Viktoriya and Clay weren't out of bed till early the next afternoon. Viktoriya brewed coffee and scrambled some eggs. Over breakfast she began "Now here's my plan. . ."