What if I woke up as a Woman??

An answer to another question from ask me anything..

What If I Went to Bed a Man and Woke Up a Woman? A good question and I'll have to answer it in two ways.

1. Married me with kids real life

2. Fantasy and hypothetical

   
   

The question sounds simple, almost playful, but the longer it sits with me the heavier — and more revealing — it becomes.

What would I do, and how would I feel, if I went to bed a man and woke up as a woman?

The honest answer is: it depends entirely on the world I wake up into.

The First Moment

In real life, as a married man with children, the first emotion wouldn’t be joy. It would be concern. Alarm. Fear.

Not because being a woman is frightening, but because responsibility is.

I’d be thinking of my wife, my kids, my family, my friends.

I’d be looking for medical explanations, reassurance, a way back to normality as quickly as possible.

But this question isn’t really about reality.

It’s theoretical. Fantasy. A world where consequences are suspended.

And in that world, I wake up in bed, become aware of my body, realise unmistakably that something fundamental has changed.

There’s no ambiguity.

No half-measures.

I’m not dressed as a woman — I am one.

Davina.

The First Few Minutes

After the shock passes, something unexpected would happen..

Excitement.

Curiosity.

In this imagined world, there’s no need to rush, no one watching, no one judging.

This will come as no surprise and I expect every man would think the same.. wow I'm gonna explore this body and I'm going to touch myself all over...

A complete transformation we're all gonna feel those real boobs and touch ourselves intimately.

Moving on from that intimate investigation, still in bed I suppose I'd better get up and face it.. Davina isn’t someone I’m pretending to be any more as magically I've woken up as a woman as Davina.. She’s who I am now.

Facing the Day..

If this happened in real life, fear would return immediately.

I’d worry about reactions, explanations, where do you start with family friends neighbours colleagues explaining you went to bed as the man they know and woke up as a woman .. the ripple effect through everyone I love and know.

The stress wouldn’t come from being a woman — it would come from the suddenness, the disruption, the loss of control.

But in the fantasy world, those fears don’t exist.

I shower and I'm going to say it my hands would be all over myself.. I get dressed. Makeup, lingerie, hosiery, a dress, heels — not as an act, not as Crossdressing but as a new routine.

Not “presenting” as a woman but being one.

And being seen in this fantasy wouldn't worry me at all.

Because I’m not trying to pass. I belong.

Davina goes about her day, something shifts internally. I imagine feeling lighter — not euphoric, not ecstatic, just… less weighed down. Less tightly wound.

Less defined by the pressures that seem to cling to my life as a man.. to be a man and what's expected of a man.

I don’t know if that lightness comes from gender, or from acceptance, or simply from the absence of expectation.

Maybe it’s all three.

What would surprise me most is this:

In this fantasy world I don’t feel like I’m losing anything important.

What’s Missing — and What Isn’t

If I’m alive, healthy, and accepted, I don’t think I’d miss much about being a man at all if I didn't have all the responsibilities in real life.

That’s not a rejection of my life or my past. It’s just an acknowledgement that maleness itself isn’t the thing I’m attached to.

Safety is. Belonging is. Continuity is.

Change the body, keep the acceptance — and the loss feels minimal.

Going to Bed Again

At the end of the day, Davina lies in bed and wonders what tomorrow brings.

In real life, the idea of being “stuck” like this would be terrifying. Alarming. World-shattering for my wife and family etc.

But in the fantasy?

If I wake up the next day still a woman, I think I’d be… okay.

In fantasy I might not even want to turn back.

If anything, the ideal outcome in the real world wouldn’t be permanence — it would be a magic choice.

The ability to switch.

To explore without consequence.

To be Davina without losing everything else at the wave of a wand however I wanted to present that day only with magic a full transformation and a switch and I'm back.

But fantasy doesn’t offer switches. It only offers mirrors.

And this one reflects something quietly unsettling and oddly comforting at the same time:

That if the world made space for her, Davina could simply live.

And maybe the real question isn’t what would I do if I woke up as a woman —

but what does my answer tell me about the magic transformation and the thought I'd not miss being a man.

I'm just me it doesn't matter how I present I'm still me yet there is some magic as when I am presenting as Davina I'm more relaxed, chilled, I feel sexy and as Esme says nicer as Davina.

I just have to make the most of the times I can present fem and find this escape before turning back to male me.

Interested what others think about waking up as a woman?

Davina