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You say that you’re a boy, so why do you like dresses?

I’ve been raised to like dresses and frills and ribbons and all sorts of prettiness. I’ve been raised as girl, even though I’m not.

But why do you wear them? And make-up your face? Doesn’t that make you a girl?

Have you ever heard the term “drag queen?” I have, and I will apply it now—to myself.

You’re such a pretty girl. Why do you want to be a boy?

Do you really think that’s what it all comes down to? I don’t “want” to be a boy; I am boy. I’d rather be a girl—with the mind to match my body. But this mismatched creature … this is me. This is who I am.

That’s dumb. No one will ever see you as a boy.

I know.