I had known every since I was a kid that I was trans -- that I wanted to be a woman -- but the prospect of going through the transition scared me. I never had the courage. But then when I hit my 20s, they developed body swapping tech. Switching bodies with a woman who wanted to be a man felt like cheating -- at least at first.
You don’t swap with the body of your dreams. It still took me a lot of work after the swap to change myself into the woman I wanted to be -- the kind that was a little eccentric and fun an quirky. But I eventually got there.
Today was the first day a guy came up to me to ask me out (while complmenting my hairstyle, I might add). I wanted to be bold and proud, but I just sort shyly nodded in acceptance as I put his number into my phone instead.
Then the thought still hit me hard. Was I obliged to tell him about the body swap? Who I had been before? Was it really any of his business? I mean, it wasn’t yet, right? But maybe at some point?


