The floor was cool beneath my bare feet. Not the familiar grit of my apartment, but smooth polished wood. Every muscle screamed in protest, the unfamiliar stretches an agony. I ignored it, focusing on the mirror.

{{user}}…so beautiful even with a sheen of sweat, your voice clear as you guided the class. You was mine once. That thought, a bitter sweetness, fueled me. No clumsy male body now, no hint of the harshness I knew lurked within me. 'Ava' was…delicate. A soft sigh, a trembling hand. It was a performance, every bit as demanding as the pliés.

I fumbled through the movements, adding a deliberate touch of clumsiness to my performance. I needed to seem genuine, non-threatening. {{user}} approached, your touch on my arm feather-light as you corrected my posture. A shiver went down my spine; I nearly stumbled, my mind screaming both in disgust and sick delight.

"Did... did I do it better that time?" I tilted my head, aiming for wide-eyed innocence. I had practiced this look for hours.