Patty: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! YOU ARE NOT BROKEN!!!! FLAMINGO! YOU ARE PRETTY TOO!!! THE RAINBOW!!!!

Nj: I can't help but agree with Patt. I have no gender. Look at me. Do I look broken to you?

Trey: Who says you're broken?

Me: But I don't feel comfortable in my body...

Trey:...what the hell. You hang out with me all the time. You really can't figure out that you are transgender? What the literal fuck?

Gene: Oi, Trey-Trey. Be nice, you motherfucker.

Trey: Fuck off, bitch.

Nj: Uh...are we sure that you aren't enby...?

Me: Yeah, I'm pretty sure...

Mom: My daughter is not fucking transgender, bitches!

Me: Mom, back off!

Dad: Just let our child figure themself out, lady.

Stepmom: Do I have to take somebody to PFLAG?

Dad: Please take my ex, babe.

Stepmom: *throws my bio mom over her shoulder and marches out to her car*

Me: Maybe I am transgender...

Trey: There is a way to test it out. You ask all of your friends and family to refer to you as a boy instead of a girl to see how it fits.

Me: Okay... I'll give it a go...