“So what’s wrong with being a boy?”
“Nothing, but I’m not a boy!”
“Okay, okay, that’s obviously clear by now. But will she understand?”
“She loves me right? Nothing would change that… I hope”
“God, I don’t even want to think about that possibility.”
“I have to tell her though. I don’t think I can carry on like this.”
“Yeah, I know… I know…”
“Think I’m ready to face her?”
“Ready? Probably not. But I can’t wait for that.”
“Johnny, are you talking to the mirror again?”, mom’s voice came from the hallway.
“Mom, I need to tell you something…”