“I want to be a girl.”
It was Agony Aunt time again.
“But I thought that you are a girl, you look like a girl.”
START OF TIRADE – You’re all the same, you don’t want to know – MORE TIRADE – you don’t want to help me – END OF TIRADE
“Wait a moment, I have only said one sentence. I think that I can help. Let’s see if I have understood what you said, a little bit of patience please.”
“You have been brought up as a girl, you do not understand why, but you like being a girl.”
“You have however the body of a boy. No, you don’t have to show me. Most of the other girls make fun of you, especially in the changing room – you are unhappy – you want to have the body of a girl.”
“I can understand that, but I’ll be honest with you, I can’t help you...”
“very much. But I know someone who can, a doctor. and no, before you moan about awful male gynaecologists, she is a she.”
“I’ll write down her name, address and phone number for you. If you want I’ll come with you.”
She stared at me.