It was Janey Sanford's 40th birthday. She was celebrating it alone. Her last relationship had broken up five years ago, and all of her "friends" were busy that night. She had been promoted to as high a position as she would ever reach at her job, and it still was giving her little satisfaction and an income adequate for paying the bills and a few luxuries, but not much beyond that. It was time to make a change. But what? What could she change that would make a difference at this point in her life?
Oh, that. C'mon, she thought, I can't do that. Can I?
The binder she ordered arrived the next day. Just try it, just see what it's like, Janey thought. It felt, interesting. She looked at herself with a new, flat chest in the mirror. It looked, good? Good.
"Pass on the salad" said Janey ordering lunch the next day. "Double cheeseburger with fries."
"What's gotten into you?" asked her lunch partner.
"Thought it was time for a change."
The short haircut not only looked good, Janey found herself appreciating the low maintenance. Just run a comb through it a few times in the morning!
Janey found it surprisingly easy to identify with the man when watching porn. "Uh" she grunted, imagining herself fucking a pretty woman with big breasts.
It was time.
"What can we do for you, Ms. Sanford?" said the intake clerk at the Lower Manhattan Gender Alteration Center.
Janey took a deep breath. "I want to be a 100% man, completely male."
"Come this way, sir."