I awoke feeling even stranger than last time, but knowing I was in a new body, I immediately rushed to a mirror on the wall. I was shocked when I saw my reflection. I was a woman! This was NOT what I had specified! I demanded answers. The odd man explained that trying to perform the body swap a third time would be far too dangerous to attempt, and he pulled out my list. The handwriting was a mess. The old man’s arthritis was certainly why. Many items were barely legible. A “b” looked like an “f” and instead of a request to “be male,” it certainly looked like a request to be “female.” I started to be thankful that gender seemed to be the only major screw up! I asked about my new body, now a bit more fearful of possible unknowns. It turned out she was young, successful, a non-smoker, mostly everything I could ask for. The only catch; I was now a woman, and there was nothing I could ever do about it!