“I’m surprised there isn’t some kind of magic potion for this,” I remarked to David, my new gender transition specialist, as he watched me carefully draw a testosterone shot into the needle. “Oh, there have been several in the past, but we’re fortunate enough to live in an age where hormones can be safely mass produced,” he shrugged. “And if you’re choosing between a magical solution and a mundane one and the magic doesn’t have any major advantages…” “The mundane is usually safer,” I finished, nodding. “But I’m surprised there’s not a magic answer with advantages. A shapeshifting potion or something.” “If you’d prefer an oral dose, we can still – ” “No, needles are fine. I just poke it in and push?” “Yes. Into the muscle; you don’t need to go looking for veins.” I gave myself the shot and dropped the needle into the sharps disposal. David nodded. “Perfect. Exactly like that.” “I just do that once a month?”