Impostor

I can’t believe this is actually happening.

Not long ago I was a middle aged man with a foot in the tomb. I would like to say it was because of an accident or anything out of my control, but that was not the case. I was a person that wanted nothing from life, fighting the desire to kill myself each day. But at the end I got what I wanted, I died.

Or that should have been the case; however, since in my last will I stated I wanted to donate my body to science… Well, so they did, using my brain to substitute that of a woman who was brain death.

It was such a surreal experience awakening again, but this time as a woman, a pregnant woman.

The medics explained me what happen, including the fact that no matter what I say, I would have to live the life of the woman I was now, since legally the identity is determined by the body, not the mind.

Adjusting to my new life is hard, being treated as someone else makes me feel like an impostor. I even feel like a mere surrogate mother for the baby growing inside me.

I don’t know for how long I’ll be able to endure this change before breaking down; however, if I should point something positive from the procedure… It should be that they took the hassle to save the scalp and hair of the woman to hide the procedure incisions.

After all, this blond hair is so fabulous that every time I saw myself in the mirror I wish for this to be just a sweet dream.