Dana Simpson was a successful novelist who had written a series of very popular young adult books. This had made her rich and very popular. But as she had aged she had gotten somewhat firm in her belief that there were only two genders, male and female, and nothing between.
She was running late. She needed to be on a flight to England to speak at the Save Women from Perverts, a cause she poured her money into that sought to roll back trans-acceptance. She usually took private jets but mechanical problems had forced her into flying commercial today, much to her annoyance. As she stood in the line clicking her heels she saw the TSA agent wave her aside to pass through the metal detector. Hmmph, she thought, heels continuing to click as she walked over, at least this will be faster.
She stepped through and immediately emerged as Davinci Thomas, a 22 year old trans woman on her way to Washington state to live in a place with better laws than her home. Her bright pink tennis shoes hugged her feet, her pants fit her loosely, and her small but perky hormone grown breasts were nestled in a sports bra underneath a flowey camisole.
As she grabbed her bag and started walking to her gate she couldn’t help but cry a little, thinking of how hard and cruel so many people had been to her, and also remembering that until moments ago she had been one of those people. But in another part of her brain she was screaming (I am not a man! I will not be a man! Trans women are men!). Davina shook her head and tried to let that part of her go. She wasn’t Dana anymore and she didn’t want to be either