A Blessing from Above

I had considered being trans. I was even a closet trans for a while technically, a weird defensive mechanism against being gay, but I conquered my discomfort with being female, my dysphoria, along with my discomfort for all things LGBTQ+. I still considered being trans though, and ultimately, I decided that I wasn't about to decide now. I'd wait until I was at least twenty-five, maybe get a husband, and then I'd truly consider it. But that was not God's plan....

It was on a Tuesday, the third week of college. I thought it would be a normal day for me. I fell asleep like I always would, and I wake up to my loud alarms as usual. I felt off, towards my nether regions, and my chest, too, but I didn't think much of it, grabbing my glasses and putting them on. The off feeling I had merely made me uneasy at first, and I grabbed my phone, checking the time. I frowned, noticing it was already past five. I probably wouldn't have the time to go to the bathroom today....

That's when I noticed, though. I put my phone out of view, looking at my chest with eyes just a little wider than normal. I blinked, having to process.

My chest... was normally bigger than this, right?

I set my phone down and pulled my shirt away from my chest, peaking in.

Holy crud, I had no cleavage!! A flat chest!! I have a flat chest!! (Bless the Lord; I'll be sleeping well tonight with my boobs out of the way!!)

Bewildered, I stared for longer.

Ehhhm... I wasn't about to be able to hide this change, now, was I...?

(Unless maybe no one remembers me having cleava--oh!! I could wear something baggy!!)

I hopped off of my bed and grabbed a pair of shorts, taking it off the hanger and putting it on. I also grabbed a bra out of instinct, blinking when I did.

Ehmm... If I have a flat chest, even though I'm a girl... would I still wear a bra???

I decided against wearing a bra since it was the first time in a long time that I didn't have to, and I pulled my night shirt over my head and looking amongst the shirts I had in my room. Let's see... Let's wear Hideneki today!!

I retrieved my Hideneki shirt, taking it off the hanger and pulling it on, heading over to my door. I opened the door slightly and peaked out.

Good, looks and sounds like Dad's in the shower, and Mom and my brother are still in bed.

I headed out of my room and retrieved my Shingeki no Kyojin cloak from the banister, my lips curling upwards.

I always felt so cool in this, but I haven't worn it in a while since I normally need a jacket. (I get cold too easily.)

I clipped it around my neck and headed into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.

Hrmmn... I'll have to be careful. My cloak can cover my breasts--err, lack of, but only if it's completely shut.... I can't just be holding the two sides together all day....

I headed back into my room, closing the door on my way to my closet, and I opened the left side of it, where I had the shirts and cardigans that weren't anime-related.

Let's see; fall's starting, but it'll still be pretty hot, and I'll be walking all around campus.... I shouldn't wear something too hot, but...

Hmmn, I wonder if my Kaneki jacket would suffice.... I could simply wear a tank top und--no, wait, that would be too hot....

I frowned, staring amongst the few clothes that I considered more fancy.

I could wear my male shirt with drago--no, that's not what I'm looking for; I'm looking for something baggy!!

I grimaced.

Can something baggy even BE something not hot?!!

Ah!!

My eyes opened wide instantly when I came up with an idea. I rushed over to my dresser (this is absolutely the worst time for this to happen...!! I already woke up late!!) and opened the drawer that held my cosplay, scarves, and the like. I grabbed the scarf that came with my favorite tank top, throwing it on. I looked down at my chest and shifted the scarf slightly. Perfect!! It covers my chest!! I might as well still have breasts!!

I headed to the bathroom just to make sure before going through my daily routine.

It's weird though. My nether regions feel off as well....

Glancing around again as I put my toothbrush to my teeth, I pulled my shorts and underwear away from myself with my left hand.

Understandably, I spit and almost choked.

I slammed my toothbrush down, closed the door as much as it would close, and pulled my pants and underwear down.

Silence followed.

My lips slowly curled upwards at the sight, and I tried not to shriek.

OH, I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL TODAY!!! I COULD JUST GO BACK TO MY BED AND DO ALL SORTS OF THINGS TO FINALLY QUENCH MY CURIOSITY---

A little chuckle left my throat.

My smile vanished, and I blinked.

I coughed.

I let out a deep, opera-like noise, and I squealed for a second in delight, laughing afterwards and cracking up at my own new laughing. It sounded even deeper than normal!!

But ahh, I shouldn't be laughing so loudly since my voice sounds so different---!!!

I snickered through my nose, trying to calm down.

(I wonder how long I'll be like this.... Hopefully a day, at least!! What a waste it would be for it to go away too soon....)

I cleared my throat and picked my toothbrush back up, brushing my teeth and not bothering to pick my shorts and underwear back up.

Ahh, what a delight...

(It should've definitely happened to someone else, though.... Someone who would really appreciate it, like Ken or his brother....

That said, though... how long will it last?? If it only lasts a day... wouldn't it actually hurt a trans person, because it'd merely be lost within just a day...?? They'd be longing for the same thing to happen for the rest of their lives....)

But, I guess I shouldn't dwell on that.... It only happened to me (unless this sudden reversal was worldwide...). No use dwelling on what could've been. I should merely try to use this sudden change for the best.

(Should I cut my hair? What about my new reproductive system? What should I do about that?? Is it visible??)

I glanced down as I finished brushing my teeth. With the shorts I was wearing, which were quite baggy, it didn't seem very visible....

I turned the faucet back on and rinsed my toothbrush, spitting into the sink.

I should probably stay home, actually.... There's no way I can keep a facade up all day....

With that reminding me as I put my toothbrush back, I tried to speak with a high voice.

It sounded more like my normal voice.

I yawned, pulled my pants back up, and headed out of the bathroom, walking towards my parents' bedroom.

Me with a "shrilly" voice all day definitely won't hold up. Speaking with a high voice hurts my throat. That hasn't changed, despite that my "high" voice is now more closer to my normal voice.

(And anyway, with me being home, I'll be able to quench my curiosity to my heart's content...!!!)

With taking the day off as my intention, I walked straight but slowly to my father, who had just gotten out of the shower not too long ago.

"Hey, dad...?" I spoke, trying to sound under the weather while still keeping up a "shrill" voice, "I'm not feeling good at all today...."

(That is such a lie....)

"I think I better stay home..." I gulped, holding my stomach.

(I'll just stay in the bathroom until mom and dad leave.... Unlike my brother, having puked so many times in my life, I'm an expert at it, so I should be able to make it believable....)

"Really? What's wrong?"

"I don't know..." I sighed, "As soon as I woke up, I just felt terrible.... I feel well enough to walk around a little bit, but I don't think I should do it too much..." I supported a reasoning for me being in here.

"Okay, go ahead and stay home.-"

Yes, success!!

"-I hope you feel better."

I gave a weak smile, "Yeah, thanks..."

Like a hermit, I slowly walked back to the bathroom and closed the door, both proud that I'd been able to do that but also guilty that I lied so badly.

(But, I do need to stay home....)

I propped the toilet lid and--whatever the part was called that you sat on--up and sat down.

(I forgot my phone in my room....)

I sat there for a while, until both of my parents left. I wasn't sure what to do about my brother though.... Hopefully, he works today....

(I should still eat and take my medicine though, that's for sure....)

I got up off of the floor, lowered both of the toilet lids, and descended downstairs to eat and take my medicine. I personally wasn't in the mood to eat right now though....

Regardless, I emptied my water bottle, put a new one in the fridge, and took a cold one out, settling it in my water bottle holder. I took my medicine and walked back towards the kitchen, looking around. Let's see... yeah, I'm not in the mood to eat anything right now, um....

Eh, it'll be fine....

I headed into the bathroom downstairs, propped the lids up, and closed and locked the door. I then turned the fan on.

I can stay in here until my brother wakes up. In the meantime... let's drink some knowledge....

And that I did. I quenched my thirst of curiosity, and I went through the day just fine. I was able to fake still being a girl for the day, and I went to sleep in peace (although a male reproductive system is definitely more unfortable than a female's.... I guess that's why girls have boobs: to even out the discomfort).

It was the next day that I actually panicked.

I was still a man.

I smiled weirdly at myself for a little while after waking up.

(I don't think I'm gonna be changing genders any time soon.... I better fess up. I can't just manage faking my new gender until it goes away, if it ever does....)

(I definitely don't wanna see my dad's reaction that I'm a guy now....)

But my dad's in the shower.

So I can just tell my mom.

I headed over to my parents' room with only my night shirt, socks, and underwear, and I woke my mom up.

"Hey, mom? Mom?!" I spoke in my "normal" voice, which was now deeper than my original voice, "Mom!!"

Finally, she woke up, "Hmmn, what is it...?"

"It's me, mom." I then spoke my name unsurely. She blinked her eyes and looked at me.

"Why are you speaking with a deep voice...?"

"Umm... you know I felt sick yesterday...? Well, uh... this might be why..." I gestured to my nether regions. She looked down at my nether regions and looked back up at my face.

"You're on your period...?"

"... No, mom... I, uh... I'm a... I'm a guy now..." I averted my eyes awkwardly with a slight shrug.

"... What?"

"It just happened over night.... I woke up, and I was like this...."

"What are you talking about?? You're trans??"

"UMMM..." I didn't know how to answer that. Technically, I'd been a closet trans for a while, but that was a few years ago, before I even knew what trans was. I'd been plenty comfortable with my own gender for a few years now.

But now I'd changed genders.

"Maybe???" I replied, "I mean, I'm a guy now, so... but it wasn't my choice!! It just happened overnight...."

Maybe this is God's way of saying that I can be a man.... That he loves trans people just as much as anyone else.... (I'm glad for that. That's the main reason I don't want to be trans....)

"What are you talking about?!!!" she sat up.

"I'm a guy," I stated plainly, not understanding why she wasn't understanding. Maybe she was in denial, like when I told her those dangerous kinks of mine....

Or maybe she needs evidence.... This ain't a phase....

I pulled my underwear down to show her. She stared in horror for a second or two before her eyes lifted back to my face. She shrieked.

"What did you do?!! When did you do this?!!!"

"Huh? I just told you, I didn't do it!!" I tried to reason with her as I put my underwear back, where it was covering my nether regions.

(Looks like she may be accepting of others being trans, but not her own daughter.... Nice to know how she would've reacted if I'd gone through with being trans....)

My mood soured, a frown deepening on my lips.

I'm a man now, so I guess I'm really gay now. And my mom wouldn't accept any of this....

Assumably, my father reacted even worse. It didn't matter how many times I tried to tell them that day, that it wasn't my choice, that it had happened overnight, that I was just a guy now, they wouldn't appear to listen. My brother was confused but far more accepting. Dinner was still tense though. Like a division of the parents from the kids, I felt.

It never really changed. Although my parents still loved me, I could tell that my new gender made them uneasy.

With this as the final jar of fuel, it wasn't long before I traveled to Berlin, to stay. My parents called regularly, but my gender was forevermore a barrier between us.

I was a new person in Berlin, although I kept my long hair that now reached my butt. I found that Berlin was quite accepting to me, just as it had felt that week in the summer, before my first semester at college, and I was also accepting of myself. I felt very comfortable as a man in Berlin, and I found someone who was willing to love me despite all of my faults. I wasn't able to have children, but perhaps that was for the best. Ultimately... I don't think I'd have it any other way.... I truly found myself as a man.