A Girl's Journey to Becoming a Transgender Woman

"Seven-year-old Nate was happily engaged in his playtime, his colorful toys scattered around his room as twilight began to creep in. As the dusk pulled the blanket of darkness over the cityscape, a tiny rumble emanated from his stomach - a small sign that it was time for dinner. Their mom, off for the evening, had left the job of preparing dinner to his 13-year-old sister, Emma. Emma had distinctive brown hair and soft brown eyes, with an affinity for pink that was reflected in her attire - a vibrant pink tank top, matching pink shorts, and a pair of comfortable pink flip flops. Her tiny, delicate nails were painted a glittery pink, and a pretty pink flower adorned her hair. Stomach grumbling, Nate briskly walked through the hallway and entered the kitchen, where his sister was busily admiring her newly painted nails. In a voice brimming with innocence, Nate squealed, "Sissy? I'm hungry! Can we eat?" Emma looked up, a playful smile adorning her face as she responded, "I decided I'm gonna use the money mom left us to buy some cute new makeup and nail polish to put on my fingers and toes. You can grab a banana if you're hungry." Nate's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Mom said we can eat yummy pizza! Come on Emma!" he complained. The feelings of unjust treatment made him angry, and taking a leap of unprecedented courage, he shoved Emma slightly. Suddenly, a strange sensation coursed through Nate's body; he felt his vision blur, an odd shock coursing through him. He heard his voice echo in unison, "Dang it Emma! That's not fair! I want pizza!" But when he tried to move, he could only watch as his body stomped off from the kitchen, his control over himself seemingly lost. He felt disoriented, dizzy, yet simultaneously observed his height had noticeably increased. His shock then doubled when he saw the long brown hair cascading down across his vision. He glanced down to see the unmistakable bright pink tank top, the matching shorts, and the painted nails on hands settled atop the pink flip-flops beneath him. He clasped his mouth to keep from retching; this was an alarming moment for him. He immediately took off the flip flops and with a pounding heart rushed to the nearest mirror only for Emma's face to gaze back at him. The sight was enough to freeze him as he muttered his disbelief in Emma's voice, "Sissy? I'm sissy? I'm scared! I don't wanna be a girl!" With cautious steps, he returned to the kitchen. The pink nails were ever-present, much to his discomfort. His eyes squeezed shut at the sight, only to reopen and find himself slipping his feet back into the flip-flops. A feeling of utter dread washed over him. In the midst of his turmoil, his own body reentered the kitchen, causing a glimmer of hope to ignite within him. However, it was then snuffed out as the words, "Sissy! Please order pizza! I'll tell mommy!" tumbled out from his own lips. "I'm so scared! I don't like being Emma! I don't like nail polish! I don't like pink! I wanna be a boy! I'm gonna miss my friends so much! Bad dream!" he cried out, kicking off the flip-flops and rushing to what used to be his safe haven – his closet. Nate curled up against the closet wall, Emma's nail polish once again catching his attention, followed by the cascade of brown hair before his face. His heart pounded relentlessly in his chest as he covered his eyes, hoping beyond hope to revert back to his normal seven-year-old self, unaware of the permanence of his new situation – trapped in the body of his sister, Emma, a young boy no more."