[ WP ] You 've finally done it ! You have successfully traveled back in time ! What has made it possible is that only your consciousness has gone back in time . Your adult intellect and awareness now resides in your 10 year old body and you now know roughly how the few decades will play out .

I awoke in my bed at home. At my past home, that is. 
 
 I grabbed a pencil and some paper, and noted some data. After several failed results, I had used a combintion I had found on my desk when I was a kid. So I would have to note down the info. 
 
 `` 22-10-17-7493-B401. This was successful. Remember to'' 
 
 My writing was interrupted by Mom, asking me to come downstairs. I smelled pancakes, and thought to myself that to not raise suspicion, I should probably get ready. I hopped into the bathroom and cleaned myself thoroughly. I made sure to thoroughly wipe my shoulders. I had n't done that in my childhood, but I learned later in my life that continued care to one's shoulders would increase the general bloodflow in the area, causing higher athletic capabilities, lower chance of back pain and. as I understandably did not notice yet in my body, a small sense of pleasure. 
 
 After cleaning myself, I dried my hair and thought for a moment. Back when I was ten, I was used to carrying my hair in a long, wild and unkempt manner. However, I had come to detest that style, and I think that fixing my hair would be the first step in correcting everything that went imperfect in my life. Thus, I dried my hair completely and started tying my hair to a knot, using one of my sister's hairpins. I did n't have feminine clothes yet, so I would have to make do with what I have. I knew that once I were to drop enough hints, my sister would come speak to me about it, leading to her convincing my parents to get me to a good therapist for my gender dysphoria. Back in my reality, that happened at the age of 24. Now, I could probably drop enough hints to get her to notice at 13. 
 
 This is also why I picked the age of ten. My sister told me that she first noticed signs of my disphoria when I was ten. Any time before would mean she would either not take it serious or that I would perhaps alter reality too much, especially since I did not know when my sister even learned about that topic. I put on some jeans and a shirt and went downstairs. 
 
 Mom greeted me with a smile: `` Oh, you look so cute! Why the bun? I mean, I am not complaining.'' 
 
 `` I wanted to try something different today, mom.'' I replied. I could not tell her about the dysphoria myself, she would n't believe it. Sadly, I had n't checked any verifyable facts of the year, else I would just allow my parents to win the lottery or something. About now, the shirt started really bugging me. It was tailored all wrong, and I knew I could n't do anything to fix it. Mom would just get mad if I were to take the sewing machine to fix all my clothing before school. My sister's shirts were too big, and even if they would fit, I think she would misunderstand if I took a shirt from her. Or one of those cool skirts. 
 
 Speaking of which, my sister entered the room and looked at me, shifting my shirt and jeans around. She looked at me. Once I was sure she was looking at me, I turned to her. 
 
 `` What is it?'' I said with the sweetest smile I could manage. I had to make it obvious enough so she would notice, but not too obvious that I would cause her to misunderstand. 
 
 ``... Nothin'. Cute bun.'' 
 
 I blushed. Even when I was older, I still took a lot of appreciation from my sister's compliments. Back when I was young, I only did so because she was so rarely nice about my looks. Nowadays, it meant something to me because her job was in sewing clothes and designing, so I knew she had an eye for that. 
 
 `` Aww, do n't bug your lil' brother, Liz. He tried something new, do n't mock him.'' My mom said. 
 
 `` I was n't, mum. It looks really good on him. Though, the shirt and jeans... kinda do n't fit to him.'' She paused to think. `` Mom? How late is it?'' 
 
 `` It's 6:25, dear. You have enough time to eat breakfast and then go to school.'' 
 
 `` Can... Can you wrap that up for us? I... need to help Lucas here with styling.'' 
 
 ``... I suppose. I mean, I have to go in a few minutes. Can I count on you to go to school in time? I really would dislike to have to write you an apology just because Lucas was n't `` fresh'' enough.'' 
 
 `` T-thanks, mom. We'll be on time, promise.'' I said. I was kind of overwhelmed. I did not remember a moment like this happening. Did I overdo it after all? 
 
 `` Lucas, I do not worry about you being punctual. I mean, you have the photoshoot for the yearbook today. No, Liz is the problem.'' She turned to Liz, and I turned out of the conversation. If the photoshoot was today, then that means today was the 4th of April. Which meant that the accident that caused me to lose any memory of the day was today. If I was caught in that accident, I would lose all my memories of the past, meaning I would basically just be reliving my time. I would cause a perfect time loop, which meant I had no chance of correcting everything. I was certain I had selected the day after the incident, but something must have went wrong. 
 
 Liz signalled me to follow her to her room, but I interrupted her: `` I need to go to my room first'' I signalled her. She nodded and went into her room. 
 
 In my room, I saw the note I left on the desk. 
 
 `` 22-10-17-7493-B401. This was successful. Remember to'' 
 
 In my memory, the note was complete. I found this exact note on my desk after I lost my memory. With no idea of how I got the note, I turned to believe in time travel, starting my entire carreer, culminating in me traveling back to this day. 
 
 I wrote more on the note. When I was done, it read the following: 
 
 `` 22-10-17-7493-B401. This was successful. Remember to get diagnosed with dysphoria. Altering the past is possible. If you lose your memory, try 22-10-47-7125-B401 first. Note down results.'' 
 
 Sure that this would ensure an exit parameter for an eternal time loop, I entered Liz's room. She had some clothes laid ready and signalled me to sit on her bed with her. 
 
 `` So, I know this may be weird to say now, but I noticed that your shirt and jeans seem to really make you uncomfortable. If you do n't mind, could you try putting on this?'' She gestured to her left, where she put one of her aquamarine childhood shirts in roughly my size and a small, white skirt. I was speechless. Did I signal it that strongly that she knew instantly? 
 
 I nodded and grabbed the clothes to enter my room, but she stopped me. `` I think you should not go to your room with that. Mom is currently outside, and I do n't want her to know yet. And if I am wrong, I do n't want to make you embarrased for no reason. Thing is, we do n't have much time.'' 
 
 I started feeling weird. My sister was behaving differently than usual. `` W-What? Are you saying I need to undress here, in front of you?'' 
 
 `` Exactly. Come on, hurry up.'' She said. I could n't believe it. Years later, she had started dating men, but stopped one day, saying `` They were not my type''. She was straight, but seemed to lose all interest in dating any people her age. I had suspected that she preferred younger men, but I would n't believe that she would be interested in children. I started feeling incredibly creeped out. 
 
 `` Like hell I will! I will go to my room!'' I said, not yelling because mom was outside, but staying quite furious. 
 
 `` Ugh, I get it, you are my brother and you dislike your body. Alright, how about this...'' She started hanging up her blanket on the corner, fastening it on the door and the nearby closet. `` Here you go, your own changing room. Will you *now* change clothes? Or do you not want to try these on?'' 
 
 Confused, but somewhat more secure, I took the clothes and went behind the blanket. Still wary, glancing upwards, I changed into the skirt and shirt she gave me. Finally, I came out and presented myself. 
 
 `` Tadah! And, how do I look?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Oh, you look amazing. But more importantly: How do *you* feel? Any feeling of discomfort? Feeling embarassed or does this feel nice?'' 
 
 I turned inwards. If I was n't ready for it, I would have to say it now. I was certain that my life would still develop in this direction, after all, my body was not influenced. 
 I felt peace. Quiet. I felt like my clothing was fitting where it needed to fit, and that my body was almost alright with it. Yet... 
 
 `` Let me guess, the clothing is nice, but you yourself still feel like something is wrong, like if your own skin did not fit you?'' 
 
 I was surprised, but then again, she was the one who told me when I was 24. Still, she knew already what I was going through. What had I changed? 
 
 `` Yeah. How do you know?'' I asked, but I realized that I still had to be the ten year old child for my family, so I added a `` Is something wrong with me?''. 
 
 She leaned closer, and started whispering into my ear. 
 
 `` Promise not to tell mom and dad?'' I nodded to her. If she had a secret she wanted to tell me, it was likely that I already knew it. And unlike the young me, the current me is capable of keeping lies. 
 
 `` Actually, I come from the future. I have my mind and memories from the future, but retain my body from now. I went back to make your life easier. Normally, we would n't have had a discussion like this until I was 29. I have so much to thank you for in the future, so I wanted to make you a present, in the present. Even me talking to you is only thanks to your future. You are the one creating time travel in the first place. Anyways, what you are feeling is something called dysphoria. You feel wrong in your body because your mind is thinking you are a girl, while your body is still one of a boy's. There is treatment, so that you can finally look the way you feel, but I need to talk with mom and dad alone about it. If you can, try not to talk to them about this, okay?'' 
 
 I nodded again. Jesus Christ, my sister travelled back too. On one hand, it was cool to not be alone in the past, on the other hand was the fact that I was still in the danger of a permanent time loop. And if it would hit me, it would likely hit her too. 
 
 `` Alright. Now, let's go to school, your big sister needs to make sure you do n't get bullied for this look, after all. And Mom and Dad ask, you lost a bet againt me, okay?''
