I’m about to call his name, but pause when his pants and boxers are pulled down to his knees. Instead of the penis I expected to see, there are…female genitals. “Fucking shit. Jackpot, boss.” The guard grins. “It’s a woman.” My incredulous gaze meets Aleksander’s, who lowers his eyes, a tear sliding down his cheek—or more accurately, her cheek. She’s a woman. Aleksander has a been a woman all along.
