A Tale of Gender: Part 2 Change

This second time is much harder. People don't accept me as easily as they did before. Some days I struggle just to even be recognized. I was a woman once before. Well, not a woman per se, more of a girl really. I was born that way, I think. Then, somewhere in childhood, I decided to participate in this great social experiment that would turn me into a young man. It turned out to be less glamorous than it was promised to be. The entire time was awkward and unpredictable, pressured and embarrassing. Sadly, it was far harder to quit the experiment than it had been to get into it. I wanted to give up once or twice but found myself too restricted and confined to do so. So, I slowly managed to get out. A little bit here and there; whatever I could find to help. But, as I said, this second time is much harder. People don't accept me as easily as they did before. Some days I struggle just to even be recognized. That would all be the result of the male hormones I got when I was younger. They changed my body. It doesn't work the same the other way around though. Even after getting it all switched around again- it all takes so much time. Some days are better than others. Some days I think that it would be easier to return to the experimental programming- to letting myself be turned into someone I'm not. I don't think that'll happen though. I'm back as the way I was meant to be. And this time I'm here to stay.