I had wanted to come out to my parents as transgender for years now, but due to anything from financial troubles, college, transphobic remarks, and so forth, I was still secretive about my desires by the time I turned 23. I worried that I was too late to begin my transition, and should give it up, and try and pass off a decade of dysphoria as a phase. That’s before I met a woman sleeping in my apartment dumpster, who offered me a wish if I didn’t tattle on her. I said I wish I had been born a girl, and my entire life flashed before my eyes. My life as a girl. I was suddenly a female version of myself, and after thanking the woman profusely, I left to resume my new life.