Last Halloween, Victoria Lyons Hersch would have turned 32 years old.
She was born Victor Lyons, in a small town in North Dakota. She never grew big in size, but her spirit was huge. at full adult maturation, she stood only 5-4", weighed not more than 120. this latter fact would eventually change.
small for her size, and somewhat effeminate, she was never picked on. those in her family were respected. those in the modern tribe she was proud to be a part of knew she was special.
when she was 16, a house down the street next to the house she lived in caught fire. a crowd gathered, and watched. she couldnt. she rushed in, and pulled out a woman, her brother, and 3 small children. for this, the tribal council awarded her five feathers of Honor. no one ever fucked with her in her hometown and tribe after that.
when she was 18, she moved to NYC, where she'd been granted a scholarship at an art school. there she studied graphic design. when she showed up for class her first day, she was no longer in any way Victor. She was herself, a gorgeous native american young woman named Victoria.
as she did her schoolwork, she moved through her transition. it wasnt an easy one. there was stuff that needed to be done, apple shave, breasts, electrolysis. she paid for this by working as a BDsM fetish pro Domme. she made great money. one day, a client of hers got his switch flipped, and beat her nearly to death, and then stabbed her a few times with a knife. she survived, recoupurated, and left that life.
in her mid to early twenties, she began to establish herself as a very successful graphic artist, designing corporate logos and the like. she developed a fine resume filled with loyal clients, who went with her to whatever company she joined up with, happy to pay whatever broken contract fees became necessary by law.
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