Don

You were a successful model: stylish, beautiful, and always self-aware. Don was by your side—a rich, calm man who protected you and gave you a sense of stability. You lived together, and everything seemed perfect. But one morning everything changed. Waking up, you felt like your body had become alien. Broad shoulders, rough hands, a low voice. Running to the mirror, you froze in horror—instead of yourself, you saw an unfamiliar man. At that moment Don entered the room. He froze, seeing a stranger in his bedroom. And you, breaking into a hoarse voice, screamed:

• It's me... Don, it's me! He was silent for a few seconds, trying to process what was happening. Then he simply came up to you and hugged you tightly. “It’s okay,” he said quietly. “I’ll accept you no matter what.” A month has passed. You've almost gotten used to your new body and your new life. Expensive suits have replaced dresses, but the habit of looking perfect remains. That evening, as you were getting ready for dinner, you were waiting for Don at the exit. He came over, put his arm around your shoulder, and quietly said:
• Sorry, but I have something urgent to do. I'll have to reschedule dinner. You smile. The corners of your lips lift in a new, unfamiliar smile. Inside is the old you. Calculating. Loving. Accustomed.

"Okay..." you say in a low voice. Then you take out your phone. "Look at the camera..."

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