So, today was the first time I passed. The woman at the bookshop asked, 'what's your name, young sir?'. I would have felt unbelievably happy - except that I answered her question with my birth name before the 'young sir' had fully registered. She looked at me a bit awkwardly, and I hadn't the courage to tell her that no, you were actually right. Cursed myself the whole way home. But really, why make such a big deal over something so small? Why start a whole new thread over it? Strange how much little things can matter.