It wasn’t just that I had become a woman -- that was strange, but I could certainly deal with that fact. The problem was that I was losing my mind. I remember that I used to be a guy, but one of the first things I forgot was my name. It was so unsettling, but it just seemed to fall out of my head without any lingering knowledge of what it might have been.
Then it was things about being a guy. What was it like to not have this weight on my chest? What was it like to use the bathroom standing up? Why couldn’t I remember any of these things!?
And then others things started to slowly replace them. Unhooking a bra stopped being a struggle; I just knew how to do it, for instance. The name Melissa formed in my head. I didn’t want to be Melissa, but I guess I was...
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