Accepting Her Life

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

Trussed up in a straight jacket in a woman's body, It’s impossible but I feel everything… MY breasts moving when I struggle… the way the restraints are flat against my slit… and… the images… becoming so real… becoming,… my own memories… must fight… I can’t be… but I’m going to be…. Trapped in her life!

“Please," I beg, "you have to believe me! I'm not supposed to be in here! This isn’t my body! I'm a 25-year-old man!”

The doctor says in a comforting tone, “Now, Mrs. Harrison, we've been over this. These delusions about being a young man are part of your dissociative episode…”

“No! Look, I woke up three days ago in this body - in HER body. I don't know how, but something happened. I know it sounds crazy but I’m really not crazy”

“Interesting that you keep fixating on this particular fantasy… Tell me about your husband Richard again…”

“You aren’t listening! I don't HAVE a husband! I've never been married! I was supposed to meet my girlfriend Sarah for coffee when... when… oh… wha?” Suddenly it was hard to think, hard to remember things clearly.

“There we go…" the doctor smiled and said, "just let it wash over you.. The medicine will help you understand who you really are… forget all those crazy thoughts and delusions of being a man…”

“Not… her… not… oh… what are those movies? ”

“They’re your memories… your childhood… your wedding… your family… your husband… ”

“No... please... you don't understand...please… they aren’t my memories… they’re… oh,, I can feel her memories... they're seeping in... Richard's face, our anniversary dinner, the garden... But… please… I don’t want to be….. Is that me? No… but… so real…”