Short Story: Man Who Thought He Was an Octopus

He corrected his knitted cap, pushing the tentacles out of his face. He knew he shouldn’t wear the hat—that the neighborhood kids laughed and bullied him because of it, but it was the only way he felt closer to his true-self. Appearance made of yarn was the best he had been able to do in sixty-seven years. Despite all the doctors he had gone to see, he still was an octopus in the wrong body. He let go of the last tentacle he had been fondling without thinking to notice a woman across the street ...