The Chance
By Melanie Southgate
Since I was seven I had had just one real wish, to be a girl. In the following years this wish grew stronger and stronger, and as I entered into puberty, this problem became ever more difficult. I saw how the girls developed into women with their wonderfully shaped bodies and breasts. I wanted to look like that too, but instead I developed into a man with an abominable body and this thing between my legs which, instead of disappearing, just got bigger and bigger.
I tried to cope with this problem and live my life as a man, but I just wasn't very successful. Last year, at the age of 24, I made the decision to undergo a sex change, to take hormones, and to submit to an operation that would approximate a sex complete change. Naturally I would have chosen a simpler method, but this was the sole possibility (at that time).
For weeks I surfed the internet in search of information that could help me on my path to become a woman. As a part of that I registered myself in a transsexual forum, in order to discuss my problem with people concerned with such matters. I registered using the name Jennifer. Then 3 months passed, and I just was preparing to begin hormone therapy, when a participant of the forum contacted me. She called herself Alexandra and wrote in her message just the following sentence: "If you would like to be a woman in 24 hours, then get in touch with me!"
Naturally I thought right away that this was some stupid joke or a game. I was just about to shut down the computer, when I thought, it can't hurt to give this mysterious person an answer and to go along with the game. So I wrote her a reply: "Yes, I would give anything for that to happen."
Scarcely had I sent off the email, when the answer arrived: "Then at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning be at the main train station in Zurich, track 12. Wear a white pullover and a hat and hold a book in your hands." That was all that she wrote me. I was overwhelmed by distrust and decided that I'd not go to Zurich, since from the start I suspected this to be a bad joke. So I did shut down my computer and went to bed. But I couldn't help thinking about this thing between my legs and how I would love to have it gone. But I kept thinking about this Alexandra and how wonderful it would be, if it were no joke. It was at 4 o'clock in the morning that I decided to travel to Zurich.
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