Prisoners (Patreon exclusive) (Patreon)

They said we weren’t prisoners, but I absolutely felt like I was in one. It all started with a flash of light. And in an instant, I went from being a man to a woman; from the suburbs of Chicago to some place in Asia. I wasn’t the only one who swapped into a new body, but I was one of the few that didn’t speak the language. As such, I was soon gathered with others who couldn’t confirm their identity. For a few days it was very crowded, but they soon sorted out the easy cases.

I was categorized as difficult due to the language barrier and sheer distance from my home. Many of the others were difficult because they really didn’t want to go back their old life, many were homeless and some actually were criminals. I was sorted into the women’s section due to my new gender, and there were plenty of people like me who had been a guy before; there were fights and threats. The conditions were terrible; they only fed us once a day, and I had been wearing the same outfit they had given me on the day I arrived. 

I was often worried we were all forgotten about. But every once and a while, guards would drag people out. I was among the last to leave. When I finally did, I was starving and I stank. The guards spoke perfect English to me as I left, explaining why they kept me in so long. It seemed people would often say things to me, knowing I couldn’t understand them. They were often confessions about their true identity. A microphone had been placed in my clothes. I wanted to be angrier at them. I was stuck in that hellhole for months; they could’ve sent me home the entire time! But I was so happy to finally be leaving that it was hard to hold onto that anger...