Chapter 5 by apowerof

What do you do next?

Keep going through your bag

You continue to rummage through your bag. Quickly pulling out your purse you grab your ID and inspect it.

A photograph of the new you stares back at you blankly, in that sterile style of all your previous driver’s license photos.

Reading the information beside the photo you find changes to the format.

Your date of birth is the same, eye colour and organ donor status is the same. But your height has dropped to 5’3, which would explain the feeling of disorientation as you changed.

You look at the gender category and find it no longer a simple ‘M’ as it was before, your licence now reads ‘MtF’. Clearly the government keeps track of who uses the clinics and who doesn’t.

Scanning back to the top you notice something quite out of place. Your name is no longer listed as ‘Thomas Moar’, but rather ‘Tammy Moar’. Before you have a moment to process this your mind goes blank for a moment, a similar feeling to when your body shifted.

You glance over to the book open on the table.

At the top of the page reads **New Rule: Thomas Moar is the only one to remember things before the changes.

You recognise the name as your old name, before you visited the clinic, but you search your memories and can’t think of any changes, you only think of the world as it is.

You remember growing up with the world always having these clinics. Submissive sissies and men turned women were totally normal. You remember it appealing to you and exploring it after you were of age and had got to college.

So here you now sit, with an open book in front of you and the knowledge of Thomas Moar no longer existing after you left the clinic.

You turn your attention back to the book to try and work out what to do next. You pick it up before you are interrupted.