Down the hatch.
I took my sip of my first dose of Transgender Tonic to begin what I hoped would be a gradual transition to becoming a woman. I had gone over my options and decided that trying this mysterious tonic would be a better option than having the more expensive surgery. I felt like a fool for having chosen such an unproven method for my transgender journey.
I occasionally glanced at myself in the mirror to see if anything changed. Nothing. Maybe this stuff takes a while. Yet I got only one bottle of the stuff. Would this be a one-dose wonder or did I fall for a snake oil scheme? I silently took this as a lesson to do a little more research next time.
Then I glanced at the mirror again and gasped in horror. My nose appeared all distorted and out of shape, as if sculpted by someone new to sculpting. The nose began to sag downwards and suddenly dropped to the floor. In its place was a delicate, feminine nose.
And right before lunch with my parents.
I glanced at the mirror again and noticed that my formerly blue eyes were now amber. The rest of my face was momentarily distorted before shifting into a more feminine form. I was now beginning to look like a woman.
The clock on the wall indicated that it was now time for lunch with my parents and they were now at the door to pick me up. At once I felt myself descending into panic. Sure, I wanted to become woman but what would my parents think? But then I remembered what they told me. I’m the one who knows myself the best and what makes me happy. Well, this was it. Freeing myself and my true identity was what I needed the most to be happy.
The knocking was a little louder this time. The worst thing one can do is leave their parents waiting outside when it’s time for lunch. I was nervous about showing my face to my parents but sometimes there’s no choice but to take the plunge. I opened the door and saw my mother.
“Hi, mom,” I greeted, noticing I still had my deep voice.
My mother stood there speechless and with a face of shock. “M-Mike? Is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” I sighed.
“What happened to your face?”
“Mom, I’ve decided to transition into a woman. I know it’s not what you want but…”
“But are you happy?” My mother interrupted.
My face broke into a smile. Apparently that lesson of happiness survived the test of time.
“Yes,” I replied in my new female voice.
“Then that’s all that matters,” my mother said as we embraced. “Come on, let’s go eat. Your father’s starving.”
As I approached the car and noticing my unsuspecting father, I once again became nervous about his reaction, but then again, having won over my mother, I was halfway there to true happiness.