Rosa had a look of disgust on her face. That morning she had discovered her husband was leaving her for a much younger woman, and that after twenty years keeping house she would now have to support herself with only a meager alimony check (if he bothered to pay it) for support. It was the culmination of a rotten marriage and a rotten life, a condition she blamed on her sex. The world was stacked against women in every way from the biological--periods and pregnancy, although she had a condition that rendered her sterile--to the economic--meager pay compared to men's--to the social--men took up all the space and only listened to each other. She had gathered her own assets, meager as they were, and made her way to New Life Technologies.
"I don't care what my new life is, but the one thing is that I do not want, not in any way, to be female. I'm joining the other team. Uh, no offense." She spoke to the female New Life intake clerk.
"None taken." (The intake officer was a New Life customer who had formerly been a male, and found womanhood great fun, but the first rule was "don't judge!")
"Now, have you thought about species?"