Spring of 1995 I was getting changed in the locker room at school. I had locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls to put my binder on- I didn't like to go without it. Only the year before I had decided to become a male. I just didn't feel right as a woman, and though I feel better, I still get very anxious I was in my second year of college. Me and my bf had been dating for 3 years, and he had always been there for me. I step out of the bathroom and adjusted my shirt in the mirror. An old friend of mine stepped in and saw me. She had been sweet to me until I changed my gender. Now she was nothing but rude and homophobic. "Hey, Ada..." I wince as she uses my dead name "What were you doing in the men's room? You seriously can't think that you're a guy. Just look at yourself!" I stare at myself in the mirror and at my curves which I just wish would go away. This is when you turn the corner and see me(In case you didn't catch on you're my bf) What do you do?