The Room

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I wanted to stay in the room forever. Not to commit to whether I should be male or female. But the Time of Reckoning had come. All teenagers had to step out of the room at some point.

I had spent the past 14 years in the room. Our entire life up till then had be in preparation for the world outside the room. We had to learn both to live as a man and a woman. We had to understand the psyches of each of them, study their deportment and expected behaviour in society.

I hated to commit. I had always wanted to be both. Does that make me a new type of trans person?

Ever since the government grew enlightened, they’d put everyone in the room, each in their homes, whoever had children when they realised that the number of trans people were increasing exponentially in the country.

The Prime Minister who was themselves trans, couldn’t pass because puberty permanently changed their physical appearance. They were happy to declare that the technology to create individual Schrodinger’s rooms was finally developed. This was announced with a bang in a ground-breaking ceremony.

However, the only drawback was that those who opted-in, couldn’t choose whether they would eventually end up to be male or female. Even scientists couldn’t predict. When they decided to set up detectors to observe the experimental phase when the room was developed, the participants ended up either male or female, instead of existing in an in-between state.

My parents decided to put me in when I was born. They had friends who had gender identity issues and hated if I developed it myself. So they chose the better option.

I’d love being both genders my entire life. I loved the soft bodies women had, and the deep voices men possessed. I adored the nurturing conversations of the fairer sex, and the decisiveness of the other. In the room, I had access to both.

So I didn’t want to leave. But I had to. The room was only capable of supporting humans up to 14 years of age. After that, they became unstable, and would collapse.

I was brought back to the present as the glowing door appeared in front of me and started pulsating.

The Time of Reckoning had come.

I took a deep breath and walked toward the door.

Gingerly, I peered in the retina scanning port and waited.

The door opened.

There are only two possibilities: yes or no.

I stepped out.

And as I stepped out of the room, I was.

About the Author: 
Rachel Tan is a writer, an educator and an entrepreneur. She studied a little quantum physics at the National University of Singapore and also loves reading.