"What do you mean by that?"
My voice doesn't hold.
It slips.
Cracks in the middle like something split.
Too thin, too soft, then sharp, then gone. I try again, but it stumbles out wrong, uneven. Words trip over each other, break apart before they reach him.
My throat burns.
Feels tight, raw, like it's closing.
Feels like the air's against me, pressing down, stealing control.
I can't stop.
I can't make it steady.
It keeps breaking, and I don't know if I'm speaking or choking anymore.
"Secondary-gender is rather simple- you either have more of a hormone similar to estrogen, testosterone or you lack both. That's why an omega and a beta can overdose on pheromone since the-the—"
"The gland that produces those?"
