"I'm not gay," Marilyn said finally. "I'm a girl trapped in a boy's body. I wake up every morning and have to deal with disappointment that I'm stuck in this," ne waved a hand at the buff male body dressed in tight jeans and a loose silk blouse. "I'm attracted to boys, because I'm a heterosexual girl. I just happen to be stuck in the wrong body."
I pulled out my tablet and scribbled.
We could go just as friends.
"But you want to be more than friends."
I just nodded.
"I can't be your boyfriend."
Don't want you to be a boy, I wrote. Don't know if I want you to be a girl. I just want you.
I looked up at my friend and I was sure that I saw the same tears in nir eyes as I felt in mine.
Sorry, I wrote, it was stupid. I turned to run away, but a finely manicured hand stopped me.
"It is
