if I were to transition to a male gender.

If

I were to transition to a male gender.

Characteristics:

· Potential for facial hair growth

· More pronounced body hair

· Presence of an Adam's apple

· Possession of a scrotum, containing sperm

· Presence of a penis, ideally without erectile dysfunction

· Physical strength may or may not improve

· Chromosome pattern likely XXY

· Potential higher suicide rate than females

Shaving

The alarm clock rang at an inopportune hour. I tugged at the data cable, pulling my phone towards me—its screen already chipped. 12:30. It was already afternoon, though my stomach remained oblivious. After wrestling with it for roughly three minutes, I hauled myself up like a sailor hauling rope. I made my way to the washbasin and began clearing away the stubble that had accumulated over three days. I opened the packaging of the Philips Pebble shaver, ordered from Taobao days prior. Before its arrival, I'd endured that wild, overgrown stubble. Staring blankly into the mirror, I shaved cautiously from left to right, starting closest to my temples. Shavings drifted haphazardly into the basin, some sticking to the mirror’s surface, creating double reflections. My face pressed close to the glass—today my pupils were a lighter brown than usual, the whites unblemished. Compared to last night, two additional dark lines seemed etched into the patterns of my irises.

Next, I examined my body. My skin was in good condition, though slightly dry. My pectorals and abdominals had all but vanished, while thick hair covered my chest. My brow furrowed briefly before I attempted to shave the chest hair with the razor. My movements were deliberate, unconcerned with the direction the stubble fell.

Thirty minutes. I spent a full thirty minutes shaving. The iPhone timer confirmed it.

Adam's apple

Then I began caressing my Adam's apple, with a hint of desire. My index and middle fingers slid between the hyoid bone and thyroid cartilage.

My expression grew solemn as I slowly pulled out three wet wipes, attempting to clean the remaining hairs from my skin.

Then, seated upon the rug, I powered up my Apple laptop, its battery now fully charged to 100%. I entered my password, only for it to display an input failure.

Yet I was certain I'd only ever set one password. So I re-entered the same combination.

Still, input failure.

I sat before the Apple machine for ten minutes, then tried again with the same password.

This time, it worked.

No breeze

I began writing. The hair in the bin, soaked by wet wipes, had started to discolour. It even swelled and swayed, though there was no breeze in the bathroom.

First Ejaculation

It seemed like a rather ceremonial affair—the first ejaculation. First, I needed to find something arousing, perhaps a flower, a giant flower on a giant stalk, blooming at night.

I prepared a packet of wet wipes, cleaned my penis thoroughly, then grasped it with my left hand. My right hand opened NetEase Cloud Music to play ‘A flower is not a flower’.

To the slow melody, I stared at the giant flower, mechanically sliding my left hand. Tears unconsciously streaked down my cheeks, dripping through the gaps between my fingers.

As ejaculation approached, my prostate, perineal muscles, and penile body were primed. Eyes wide, I watched my urethral opening as milky fluid splashed onto the giant flower, trickling down drooping petals into the soil.

Laboratory

Last time, I coated my retinal surface with a photon resonance membrane, gaining the bioluminescent perception of deep-sea fish.

This time, I shall attempt genetic editing for nocturnal organisms.

First, I isolated the ultra-sensitive rhodopsin variant gene (Rh-NV1) from an owl's retina. The protein encoded by this gene captures extremely faint photons and accelerates neural signal transmission. Using a quantum bioscanner, I performed multidimensional analysis to capture quantum state information related to low-light adaptation. Following human gene adaptation, the edited gene will be encapsulated within self-assembling quantum liposomes coated with retinal targeting proteins (such as CD44 receptor ligands). Subsequently, I shall administer ocular injections to penetrate the blood-retinal barrier. Facing the adaptive liquid metal mirror, I fall into deep contemplation.

Light has crept through the laboratory window. This is not ideal.