"Choice," you say, the word escaping your lips before you can overthink it. Veronica tilts her head, studying you. "Choice? Really?" Veronica asks, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Not Resistance?" You shrug, trying to appear more casual than you feel about agreeing to temporarily surrender your manhood. "With Resistance, I know I'd change back automatically. It's the safe option." You lean forward, taking her han...

"You realize most women would just ask you to water their plants while they're gone, right?" you say, watching Veronica delicately place a piece of yellowtail sashimi between her perfect teeth. The Nobu dining room pulses around you with the ambient wealth of Summer City's elite—the murmur of business deals closing, the gentle clink of sake cups, the occasional flash of Aphrodite's hologram on someone's handheld display s...

"So you're bailing on me for Chad?" I roll my eyes, cradling the phone between ear and shoulder while flipping a paper-thin slice of ribeye. "What happened to 'girls' night, lesbians forever'?" "It's not a Chad," Mia laughs through the speaker. "His name's Elliot, and he's a philosophy professor." "Oh, so a Chad with a PhD." I drizzle olive oil into the cast iron, adding shaved garlic that sizzles instantly. "Traitor." "Y...