Ladyboy: Office

The trouble began on a Tuesday. The new marketing director, Khun Anan, was a whirlwind of traditional values and loud opinions. He held court in the breakroom, telling a story about his son’s soccer game, ending with, “At least I know he’s all boy.” His eyes scanned the room for laughter. Jina’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“What is this?” he asked, gesturing to her entire being. office ladyboy

He looked her up and down. Not with desire. With appraisal. Does this person fit my box? The trouble began on a Tuesday

Khun Anan sputtered, but Ms. Priya didn’t look at him. She smiled at Jina—a small, knowing smile. “See you in the boardroom at ten.” Jina’s smile didn’t reach her eyes

The presentation went flawlessly. Jina spoke with numbers as her shield and her identity as her sword. The clients, initially startled, were won over by her competence. Afterwards, as they packed up, the youngest client—a woman with a purple streak in her hair—shook Jina’s hand and said, “I love your earrings.”