I had some rather unsettling dreams last night (and also the night before, but those ones didn't have anything to do with gender issues) - it was a series of dreams and they had to do with some sort of organizations of aliens (though they looked human). There wasn't a very clear plot to my dreams, but they involved being trapped in various ways, having to do with this alien organization. In one of them, I was in some kind of labyrinth, and there were mirrors and, although I have the impression I was "in reality" physically male, my reflection had varying degrees of feminization - in one mirror I was wearing a pink skirt, I was barefoot with pink nail varnish on my toenails, and my legs were shaved and had a feminine shape (I didn't see myself from the waist up). In another mirror, I saw my reflection from the waist up instead - I was wearing a blouse but I was flat-chested and despite makeup my face seemed masculine. It was all more unsettling than anything else.
In another dream or another bit of the same dream, I was again in a labyrinth-like building, and apparently only females were allowed in there so if I got caught I'd be turned into one - I tried finding an exit and so forth but eventually I wandered into where there were some girls - it was bit an "oh well, what the heck" kind of moment, I neither wanted to get changed into a woman nor was it truly horrifying. The alien organization was in charge of the surgeries and so forth, it wasn't done in one go, and at one point I'd had male genitalia removed but no breast surgery or vaginoplasty, I met a girl there who was undergoing the reverse process, she'd been fitted with a penis but still had breasts and looked female, anyway eventually I bent over for her and received anal sex, which we both enjoyed.
The bits and pieces that more directly involved the alien organization involved trying to run away in some way, in one of them I was jaywalking along the edge of a big road in my hometown and I had luggage with me, and a car sort of did a hit and run (sort of because it wasn't painful and I didn't even fall or anything), at another point I was riding a subway car to somewhere and one of the aliens was chasing me, shooting to kill. At another point I was very close to my parents' house, going somewhere on foot escorted by the aliens, I knew that if I stepped out of line I'd get shot but decided to do it anyway - as soon as I did one of them, the only one I remember clearly, a woman dressed all in black, even waved me goodbye before shooting, and I made a run for it even though I didn't expect to escape, just make life harder for them covering their tracks later and so forth. Though obviously not nice, this bit of the dream wasn't as horrific as it sounds while I was dreaming.