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The warm uniform lighting of the department store reflected off the perfume counter as Sophia twisted her lip in thought. The consultant, a tall trans woman named Hera, wearing a sleek grey dress that hugged her curves in a way that made Sohpia jealous, handed her yet another tester bottle.

“This one is called Primavera, it’s less floral, with a few grassy notes. It gives it an earthier scent.”

 Sophia sniffed it, and agreed. It was a little like incense, with a little bit of woodiness underneath. Not too much, but a little. It was different, but not quite right. All of the perfumes that she’d suggested had had a nice undertone that had made Sophia linger for longer than she’d intended. It had been 5 minutes now and the sunk cost fallacy had taken hold of her mind and she knew she wasn’t leaving the counter without something nice.

Hera leant on the counter with one elbow and rested her chin on her hand, looking Sophia directly in the eyes. Her midnight blue nails almost distracted Sophia from the consultant’s gaze.

 “Hrm… you’re a discerning customer. I’m trying to think what would be the perfect scent for you.”

 “Oh, I don’t mean to be a pain.”

 “You’re not, ma’am. Honestly, I want you to find the thing you need, even if it isn’t what you know you need.” She drummed her fingers against her cheek in thought. “Let me try something else. What haven’t you liked about the perfumes you’ve tested today?”

 Sophia paused; it was an odd question, but clearly Hera wanted a sale, and had sensed that she wanted to buy. She felt a little vulnerable, but she did want to get a new scent, and Hera did want to help her. “I… I guess they’re all a little… safe? Or… polite, I suppose? Do you have anything a little more daring or wild?”

A smile came to Hera’s lips. “Wild, hmm? I have something a little unconventional, if you’d like to try it?”

 Sophia tilted her head, looking at the woman as she straightened her posture. She felt like she had the unique glamour and poise that trans women had, some kind of unknowable aura of a woman who knew exactly who she was and was willing to share that with the world.

 She reached beneath the counter for a small unlabeled black bottle and placed it on the counter. She pulled out the applicator and opened her other hand; “May I?”

 Sophia nodded and offered her wrist to her. Hera’s grasp was gentle yet firm, and her dark blue nails curled around Sophias wrist. She dropped some of the scent on her wrist and released her grasp. Sophia, for a moment, almost resented its absence.

 She rubbed her wrists together and sniffed at her wrist. Her nostrils widened and her pupils followed suit. The smell of the perfume caressed her nose with a slow enveloping warmth. It was musky, much more musky than any of the perfumes she’d offered her. Beneath the musky notes, there was a sense of smokiness and saltiness, but also a slightly intoxicating sweetness.

 She closed her eyes and inhaled again. The perfume melded with her own body chemistry and matured – it was richer and deeper now, it felt old and primal, powerful and divine. She opened her eyes slowly, her eyelids feeling heavy as she caught the perfume attendant’s gaze.

“Wh…what is it?

 She smiled sweetly. “It’s called Hera.”

 Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. Did she just say…

“He..Hera? But that…” Her eyes flicked down to the woman’s name tag, which spelled out the name of the scent that had grabbed a hold of her mind.

 “Yes, that’s right. Would you like to smell how I wear it?” Hera offered her wrist and it was all Sophia could do to stop her diving onto it like a hungry child onto a free meal, or a thirsty man in the desert into an oasis. Sophia leant over and breathed in.

 The musk was stronger now. It grabbed hold of Sophia and dragged her in. The sense of primal dominance exuded off of her perfect skin and Sophia was drawn to place her lips against the open wrist. She taste of sweat and skin was divine; she wanted to drown in this woman’s…. in this woman. This was no perfume, this was natural musk. This was the scent of a beautiful trans woman with hypnotic sapphire blue nails who… She felt a gentle hand upon the back of her head, gently pulling her away as her hungry lips yearned to kiss and taste her skin.

“Did you want this scent ma’am?”

Sophia couldn’t see the blank expression in her eyes as she dumbly nodded at the towering woman in front of her.

 “Well, meet me at the staff entrance in 5 minutes, OK?”

 She nodded shyly, but before she could depart, Hera leaned over and dabbed some perfume behind her ears. Her lips brushed against Sophia’s ear and she felt a warmth spread between her legs.

 “Just to make sure you obey. I’ll see you in 5 minutes, kitten.”

Sophia blankly collected her bags and she drifted out the main entrance of the store, only vaguely aware of the store’s greeter. She smiled dumbly at the woman and walked out of the mall. No, that wasn’t right. Sophia wasn’t walking. Her feet were obeying Hera’s instruction, she had no agency in the matter.

 Hera swirled around her head, wafting into her nose and mouth, a deep primal pull she couldn’t resist. She stood at the staff entrance, next to the loading dock, at a wall of concrete blocks – her stance rigid like a mannequin. The door opened and a tall goddess of a trans woman exited, now wearing a tailored black coat over her dress.

 “Mmm, good girl.” She leant over and grasped Sophia’s head lovingly. She guided her face into her neck, and commanded Sophia to breathe. She did and felt her mind start to melt. A hand, still clutching a shopping bag, grabbed Hera and Sophia kissed and licked at her neck. A deep moan of pleasure escaped Hera’s lips as the kisses brought tingles to her arms, her legs and what lay between her legs.

“I’m taking you.” Hera said, breaking away from the kiss and cradled Sophia’s neck. “Come back to my place… I’ll unwrap you.”

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