Sorry, me. I shouldn't have shaved your head and forced you to be a boy (again.)
Our conscience wanted to talk to you. She was upset.
I know you don't like being a boy, she said. But girls wear dresses and you don't like wearing dresses. So maybe you're not really a girl.
I know you don't like being a boy, she said. But girls like boys and you don't like boys. So maybe you're not really a girl.
I know you don't like being a boy, she said. But girls play with dolls and you never played with dolls. So maybe you're not really a girl.
I know you don't like being a boy, she said. But girls like wearing makeup and you... oh, you do like wearing makeup? Well maybe you're just gay.
I know you don't like being a boy, she said. But girls do play with dolls and... oh, you asked for dolls but you never got one?
I know you don't like being a boy, she said. But girls like boys! What? Not all girls like boys? What is this heresy?
I know you don't like being a boy, she said. But girls definitely wear dresses! That's what make girls girls! Right? No?
I know you don't like being a boy, she said. But what makes you think you're a girl?
Girls are this and you're that.
Girls are cute and you're gross.
Girls are sweet and you're sour.
Girls are soft and you're bumpy.
Girls are perfect. And you are gross and sour and bumpy. And that!
What makes you think you're a girl?
Sorry, me. I shouldn't have let you wish you could be a girl again.
*bbzzzzz*
