Hanging Off

Brady had been a willing participant in the Transgender Reconciliation and Allocation Program, a new government initiative that took advantage of body swapping technology to let trans men and women trade bodies. It would supposedly reduce medical costs and complications when compared to the traditional methods of hormone therapy and surgery. It also allowed those who partook to choose their own swap partners. Not everyone was on board of course; many people preferred becoming a male or female version of their original body, not to become somebody else. Even still, thousands of people, including Brady, were more than happy to give it a try.

He, or she rather, was now living life to the fullest. She went by Brianna, and she had never felt so at peace with herself. She was a beautiful and well-endowed young lady with long, bushy, brown hair. She loved showing off her skin every chance she got. In the summer, a braless sundress was her outfit of choice, and she enjoyed driving out to the coast for nice walks along the beach.

Then it all came crashing down. After parking her car, Brianna went to get something out of her bag. A man walked by and uttered the words she never wanted to hear. "Hey Brady, nice tits!" Her blood turned to ice. Even now, as a woman in every possible way, she still got clocked and deadnamed by some transphobic passerby. What's worse, her dress had slipped off her breasts while leaning over and that man got to see her topless. She felt so embarrassed and ashamed; all of the emotions from her past life that she tried to bury came bubbling back up. It took a long walk to finally calm down again.