Transfigured
I'm having a hard time understanding how you can have a different-gendered body/soul without being transgendered.

I guess you're just using "gender" very very very loosely, here.
My "self" doesn't really have a gender. I suppose it's female by default, but it's not something I'm really conscious of.
I wish it were possible to detach "soul" and slip into new bodies. That would be sooooo cool. It'd be neat to see how people treat you differently.
They say that in heaven there is neither male nor female. And of course the aim of all of us is to get to heaven, to become pure spirits, to shuck off this mortal coil and fly as free as the angels.
All of us have been told that the internet was created by the USA military to fight a nuclear war and win, so how ironic that the internet is as close to heaven as we have come, for on the internet we are all disembodied pure spirits.
On the internet time and space have been abolished by the speed of light, and here you sit, listening to me in, of all places, Australia, where it is Spring and the Sun is shinning. But even Spring and the Sun are totally irrelevant and I might as well be in the next room.
It takes a while for our minds to catch up to the reality around us, in this case, the internet. For our minds still think we are embodied. Just look, we are still obsessed with sex. We are still trying to meet one another physically. It's as though being transported to heaven, we look back nostalgically to the vale of tears called earth and earthly embodiment.
Of course there is nothing wrong with the internet, it's just that we lack the imagination to appreciate it, to value it and use it for good. We are still fixated on our bodily concerns where they can't be met and where it is ridiculous to try.
The internet is exquisitely suited to develop our inner life. We can lie back and relax for all the hard work has been done. All we need to do is prick up our ears and listen.
And what do we hear? Only the songs of yesteryear. We are deaf to the songs of today. The music of the internet passes us by.
But no matter what we do, the internet marches on, and the saints are comin' in, and we are being transfigured despite ourselves.