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“I still can’t thank you enough,” Malik said to Yumi with a smile, “I’ve wanted to be a woman ever since I could remember, and I heard about body swapping...I just never expected anyone would have ever wanted to swap bodies with me.”

“How has it been the past few months? Have you been enjoying yourself?” Yumi asked.

“I’m probably happier than I have ever been! But, well, I still feel weirdly alienated from some of the women I interact with.”

Yumi paused, looking Malik up and down before answering, “I think you’ve done a fine job adjusting to being a woman. But have you adapted to being Asian?”

Malik looked puzzled, “But I’m Black.”

“No, you were Black. We swapped bodies. No one is going to see you as anything other than Japanese now. It took me a few weeks, but I had to come to terms with the fact that when people look at me, they not only see a man but a Black man. I wish that wasn’t the way it was, but it really is part of it. The women you have trouble with, are they Black?”

Malik nodded.

Yumi continued, “They see you as Asian now. Can you blame them? That’s my very Asian face looking back at them. As far as they can tell, you’re appropriating their culture. It’s not like we can tell anyone. It’s not like they know...”

Malik nodded again.

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