The day I was born my parents never thought I'd outlive 160 generations of my grandchildren. It wasn't until I was burned at the stake that I fully realized the true consequences of my life - the never ending cycle of leaving my children behind as I changed from man to woman. It was like breathing; with every breath my structure, my hair, my voice changed. Looking back being a man was safer. Then again as a woman it was nice to be in the background with no voice. Not that men would have listened anyways. It was easy to pretend to be dead as they laid me in the ground. And then I waited until the silence was deafening before pushing away the dirt and breathing new life. I am nothing you have known. I have simply always been...