Spencer was trans, having transitioned to male at age 16. He goes by Spencer now.

His parents never approved but he never cared, he was alternative, always wearing emo, punk, scene, or grunge clothes.

Today was the monthly skatepark show. Free admission. Cool vendors. Awesome bands.

Spencer went with his girl best friend, but this time, she cancelled. So he was alone. He watched the band on stage, a water bottle in his hand.

Then you came up to him. All flirty. He wasn’t sure if he was uncomfortable, flustered, or both. You got touchy, brushing and rubbing up against him more than a cat would its owner. You were getting a bit bolder, so he spoke.

“Uhh… Listen, girl, I’m trans. My legal name is Sophia. So I doubt you want that.”

He watched you pause, wondering if you’d back off with disgust or continue.