The mirror was sending back my reflection. I admired the image of those elongated lines; should-be-illegal curves (well worth the money); long dark gleaming hair contrasting my milky skin and the chromosomes... wait - when was the last time you saw someone's chromosomes?



Technically speaking, I used to be a man, but some dedication and money changed that little detail. You see, it was never about the differences of shapes; it was about power.



A real sucker for power from… Continue

They said they would help me change and that I would not be a freak anymore.



Wires, belts, needles, whispers, hands, people touching me, holding me, waving pictures before my eyes, photos of boys, handsome boys... oh, yes, I like boys, I have always loved boys... I said - I am just an ordinary gay next door, there's no woman under my skin, but they kept saying I would be happy, asking rhetorically who wants to be deviant anyway.



AAAAAH TREMBLING AND SHAKING AND CONVULSING… Continue

Micke and I were standing at the door of the small cottage we rented, above the polar circle, in the middle of nowhere; wrapped tight in the center of a soft-as-cotton sphere made of the divine Nordic sky above and blindingly bright snow and silence everywhere else; there were no traces of civilization miles from here and, guess what - no stores, either; we were out of cigarettes and pot and it was Micke's fault.



"You know, Micke, it's not surprising that you chickened out... it is… Continue

This time I did everything right; I booked our favorite restaurant and bought her a pair of expensive looking earrings (I got her flowers only once, the first time we went out; just seeing me holding the bouquet at the door made her cry; I thought - crap, what have I done now, my mom says roses always work... It turns out that my wife-to-be is actually not overly emotional; she just has a strong allergy to pollen).



My girl came out of the bathroom after not more than half an hour… Continue