Look at me now.

How could this be me? How could I be a beautiful young woman? Just last night, I had been a man. 

Little did I know that my sister, down the hallway, had a strange desire to become a man. The magic spell she used to transform herself turned me into a woman, too. As far as the world was concerned, I had always been a woman, and she had always been a man. I had always been Stephanie, and she had always been Colin.

I begged her to undo what she had done, but she told me she didn't know how the spell had worked, so she couldn't reverse it. I had no choice but to adapt to a world filled with bras, periods, and men, while she embraced life as a man with newfound confidence and attention from girls.

It took me a long time to get comfortable with my new self, my new gender, my new identity, and my new sexuality. For a while, I was angry and refused to engage with my sister, now my brother. However, after three years of living as a woman, I had come to love this new life. 

Yes, there were challenges—painful moments, discomfort, and encounters with sexism. But I would never want to go back to being a man, even if I could, especially after finding the man I hoped to marry and have children with one day.