I wanted to say that I woke up from the dream feeling wrong, but that wasn’t exactly correct. Things were different, but they weren’t wrong; in fact, it felt like everything was actually quite right.
It’s not like I woke up as a caricature of a woman with long painted nails and a heavy chest. Nor was I quite the ethereal goddess from my dream.
And yet...I had become her, and I knew I was her. But it wasn’t something that had even “become;” I always was.
Part of me felt like I cheated. Transwomen don’t just have a magical transformation overnight like this. And despite all my denials for all these years about who I was, to have this gift of just being a woman without any surgery or social stigma -- I felt guilty.
Yet I was happy. I was who I was always meant to be. I was a woman now. I was me.
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