How have I allowed my life to come to this? Less than four years ago, I was your typical skinny, geeky teenage boy until my ex-best friend Ed talked me into pretending to be his date so he could make his ex-girlfriend jealous. I enjoyed the attention so much, that I became Ed’s real girlfriend for a few weeks that summer.

I put all that foolishness behind me until my senior year in high school, when due to an accident, the school became one cheerleader short. My sister Diane was a star cheerleader at the school back in her day. Since I used to help her practice, the cheerleader coach thought I was the best choice for an emergency one night substitute. My fake boyfriend is starting to feel less fake. Being a girl just seems to come naturally to me.

What am I? A boy or a girl? I’m not sure anymore…