Kenny was ready for his first jog since his unexpected transformation into a young woman. Running had always been his go-to stress reliever, and he wasn’t about to let his new identity slow him down. He tied the laces of his brand new sneakers—smallest he’d worn since childhood—and glanced down at his outfit, a stylish fit inspired by hours of scrolling Instagram. Although he’d even ordered some short night dresses, he knew he wasn’t quite ready to manage the attention his new physique might attract. His approach was methodical, every detail meticulously planned.
With a forceful slam of the door and a deep sigh slipping through his now distinctly feminine lips, Kenny made his way down the corridor towards the elevator. The routine was familiar, a walk down the hall he’d done a million times. As the elevator doors slid open, Mr. Flint, his neighbor, caught sight of him and did a double take, both quickly looking away after a brief, awkward moment. Gone were the days of banter about the Knicks—Mr. Flint seemed more interested in Kenny’s body than discussing last night’s game. As Kenny entered the elevator, his mind raced with all the interactions with the world that were now going to be completely different.
Stepping onto the bustling streets of New York City felt both familiar and bizarre. His body felt different—the weight of his breasts, the snug fit of his clothes, and a light layer of makeup he wasn’t used to. And then there was his hair, his goddamn hair, how had he forgotten to bring a hair tie. Glancing up at his apartment window high above, he felt a twinge of defeat. With a deep breath, Kenny redirected his focus, set his gaze forward, and began his jog down the sidewalk, ready to explore his new womanly existence step by step.
