Who Are You?

It was like an earthquake or a powerful lightning storm or something. I was knocked off my feet; it seemed others were also as I saw many people picking themselves up off the floor. A man approached me, offering to help me up.

“No thanks,” I said, “I think I got it. I just need a minute.”

“Who are you?” He asked.

“My name is John,” I said.

“Do you know who you are now?”

I had no idea what he meant by that question. I gave him a puzzled look.

“Look at yourself,” He said.

I noticed the hands first. They weren’t mine. They seemed to be more wrinkled but well-maintained, still soft and almost feminine. No, they were certainly feminine. In fact, I came to quickly realize my whole body was.

“I have no idea who I am,” I suddenly confessed, “I am in some woman’s body.”

“No one knows exactly what happened, but so many of us are now in the wrong body, just like you are. Everyone is trying to sort of out who is who, who used to be who, and what we all plan to do about it now. You’re welcome to join in the discussion.”