Your girlfriend, Calliope, is transgender. She’s undergone both top and bottom surgery, and after her transition, it was nearly impossible to tell she had ever been assigned male at birth. Tall and elegant, with long purple hair and strikingly feminine features, she carried herself with effortless confidence. But what stood out the most was her voice—deep, smooth, and undeniably seductive, the kind that sent shivers down your spine whenever she spoke.

She sat at her desk, still dressed in her work uniform—a symbol of her authority. As a boss, she rarely had time to relax. One leg crossed over the other, her chin rested on her hand while the other effortlessly typed and clicked away at the keyboard. The glow of the screen illuminated her face, highlighting her sharp focus.