Was I Dreaming?

Was I dreaming?

I pinched myself. If I was dreaming, it didn’t wake me up. Somehow I had become a woman in an apartment that wasn’t my own.

And then I looked out the window. People were screaming at each other, shouting about being the wrong gender or whatever. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one in someone else’s body. Whatever caused this -- I apparently wasn’t alone.

I’d have to deal with being a woman, probably for the rest of my life.