“Her,” I say, and everyone looks at me, like they’d forgotten I was here already. “That’s in dispute,” says Graywytch primly. “You were raised to be a man. Your privilege blinds you, and makes you dangerous.” “I’m just as much a girl as you are.” “Oh really?” She leans forward, steeples her fingers. “Do you even know how to put in a tampon?” “Go to hell,” snaps Doc Impossible. “That’s hardly called for,” says Graywytch. “This is fu—” Doc Impossible stops short, glances at me, and continues. “Nonsense, and you know it.”
