~RAGNAR~
Jason was the first to break the silence, letting out a long whistle as he dropped into one of the leather chairs. "Well, s**t," he said, running a hand over his bald head. "That's... that's not what I was expecting." He looked at me like I was a different person.
I didn't blame him. He's never seen me this way before, shaken up by such an issue. Even ten years ago I didn't feel like this. At least then I had control over what I felt, what hurt me, what broke me.
At that moment, as I faced the only people I considered my friends, I wasn't in control of my emotions, of my desires, of my body. l
"H…How?" Lilja stepped forward, her usually composed face showing rare shock. " How are you so sure? When did this happen?"
I walked to my desk, needing the solid wood between me and
