Every now and again I could swear I saw the reflection of my old male body, the one I had before the Great Shift. Maybe my brain was operating on some sort of instinct, as if it just a persistent expectation causing a hallucination.
And I should probably be clear here: I’m not unhappy about who I became in the Great Shift, and who I’ve become since then. I know people who are outright devastated by their new bodies; I’m not one of them. I wasn’t overjoyed either, I felt like the change from male-to-female was lateral.
I eventually met with a therapist who suggested seeing my old body was because of how much of a non-event I treated the Shift as. Without the emotional jolt other people got from their new bodies, my brain just expected things to continue as normal.
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