Gemotions

The news arrived in a curt email, delivered while she was making her morning coffee. “We regret to inform you…” the email began, detailing the discovery of a mixed-up file. Her medical records contained information about a person who had undergone a sex change operation. She, a woman with no history of even contemplating such a thing, stared at the words, her hand trembling slightly as she held the mug.

Suddenly, her breath hitched. Her pulse quickened. She felt a giddy, almost feverish sensation. She spun around her kitchen, a spontaneous pirouette. The world seemed to shimmer, the ordinary colors of her kitchen becoming extraordinarily vivid. She felt… curious. Alive.